Flashing on the freeway

Julie tells you to get on to the interstate, and you do so. Flying down the road, zooming past cars, on an impromptu adventure, you have never felt so free. You put a few miles down, listening to music and laughing,and feeling the wind toss around your hair. You talk a bit about what your husbands are up to, a conversation that leads quickly to discussion about fidelity.

"I'm convinced that my man has a mistress or two, scattered around," Julie says, brushing up her nails with an emory board. "I think there's even one in the city."

"No!" you exclaim. "At least mine keeps his out of the city. I think he has one in Los Angeles, but at least he doesn't have any back at home."

"Yeah, well, it's only a matter of time, right?" Julie looks bemused, not at all angry, as someone might expect. "So it happens. Whatever. We knew it was going to happen, didn't we? It's not like this is a surprise." You nod, slowly. It is true that fully expected your husband to cheat on you -- after all, he started to date you by cheating on his then current girlfriend. Julie looks at you levelly, and states "I don't care about that. Believe me."
Julie then hooks her hands on the hem of her shirt, and pulls it up and off. With a quick twitch of the fingers, her bra is undone as well, and she drops it and the shirt into the cramped backseat. Julie has an amazing chest, and she is fully aware of that fact; her C/D cup breasts, though natural, are firm, and do not sag an inch. She has worked up a tanline that is breathtaking, the contrast between her naturally milky white skin and the rest of her bronzed body serves to instantly draw the eyes in. Once there, her ruddy red silver-dollar sized areolae and small but fleshy nipples offer yet another contrast to interest the eyes. It is impossible not to stare at her tits.

You, however, have to keep your eyes on the road, so you reluctantly look away from them, and limit yourself to stealing glances. Julie plays with her nipples until they are hard, then begins to massage her tits, throwing back her head and closing her eyes.

You continue to zoom down the road. The road is not crowded, but there are certainly other cars on it. You are driving about 15 miles per hour over the speed limit, so you are passing by everybody, and nobody is going faster than you. As you pass each car, you look over to see if they notice what is going on in your car as you go by. The first few do not.

The fourth car you pass, however, does notice. It is a red Ford Mustang, driven by a young man who appears to be college aged. As you pull past him, you see him glance over to you, and do a double take. He is wearing a baseball cap very low, so you can't see his eyes, but you can see him lick his lips. You punch the gas, and zoom out away from him. He picks up speed too, but doesn't follow you, apparently unwilling to speed so much (you are now going almost 30 miles and hour over the speed limit) to keep up with you.

You slow down as you pull up even with the next car you pass, to allow the driver to get a good look. The car is a dark blue minivan, and the driver that looks over is a middle aged man, probably somewhere in his 40s, with graying hair. He, too, does a double take, and then proceeds to stare at Julie as she kneads her tits, not bothering to look at the road. You glance past him, and see that a middle aged woman, presumably his wife, is passed out, asleep, in the passenger's side seat. You redirect your attention to the man, and see he is looking at you, now, so you create a V with your fingers, run your tongue through it, and then pantomime giving a blowjob. The man nods eagerly. You hit the gas, and zoom ahead of and away from him.

The next vehicle you pass is a tractor-trailer. As you pull even with the cab of the truck, you look up to see a burly, flushed face with a thick red beard looking down at you. He reaches out and gives a couple blows of his horn in recognition of you. Julie opens her eyes at the startling sound, and smiles wide. She reaches over to you, takes your right hand off the wheel, and puts it on her breast. You obligingly squeeze it for her. The trucker gives another blow of the horn. Julie leans over and says in your ear, "pull off at the next exit." She then rolls her head back again, closes her eyes, and continues to rub her tits.

You zoom ahead of the truck, but before you change back into the right lane, you see that the Mustang and the minivan from before are not too far behind you. In fact, all three of the vehicles you have just given a peep-show to will probably see you exit. You grin as you hit the turn signal, and pull off the freeway. At the base of the exit ramp, still 100 feet from the intersection of the crossroad, you pull the car on to the shoulder. Julie opens her eyes again, looks over at you, and says "let's see if we catch anything, shall we?" You smile. "Oh -- by the way, besides, that trucker, who all did we fly by?" You describe the college kid and the family man. Julie grins. "Hey -- pull this car into that field down there. Let's hitchhike."