road trip

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It was a sweltering summer day when me and my wife, Karen, set out on a road trip across the verdant hills of Vermont.
Karen, with her hair tied up in a loose ponytail, was looking particularly radiant in a flimsy low cut dress that tied around her neck.

As I drove, the conversation turned to how hot it was outside. Karen looked over at I and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, suggested that she might just have to "cool down" a bit.
Before I had time to respond, she reached back and untied her dress, letting her perky breasts spill out.
The cool breeze from the car's AC teasing her nipples into stiff peaks.
I couldn't help but stare for a moment before my eyes snapped back to the road.

"I know what?" she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I think I'll just ride topless for a while."
The sight of them bouncing freely in the open air made my heart race and my palms sweat on the steering wheel.
I tried to keep I eyes on the road, but every now and then, I'd sneak a peek at her.
The other drivers certainly noticed too, their heads turning in amazement and envy as I passed by.

I stopped at a few scenic spots along the way, Karen taking full advantage of the freedom to let her breasts soak in the sun.
Her skin was already a soft tan, but now it was turning a darker shade of bronze.
At each stop, I could feel the tension building between the two of us, the excitement of doing something so wild and daring adding a thrilling edge to our vacation.

As the day grew long, I found ourselves in the quaint town of White River Junction, where I decided to check into a cozy, roadside hotel.
Karen strutted into the lobby to grab the key, her bare chest hidden by a thin, loose shawl she'd grabbed from the car.
The clerk's eyes bulged as Karen leaned over the counter, the shawl slipping ever so slightly to reveal a hint of her rosy areola.
I could almost hear the clerk's jaw hit the floor as Karen winked at him, handing over the key with a knowing smile.

Once in the hotel room, Karen tossed her dress aside and stood naked at the window, her silhouette framed by the setting sun.
The curtains billowed around her, giving passersby occasional glimpses of her luscious body.
She stepped closer to the glass, pressing her breasts against it, leaving foggy imprints from her hardened nipples.
I watched from the bed, I mouth watering at the sight of her.

The next morning, Karen had another surprise for me.
As we both woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside, she playfully suggested that I check out the local yard sales.
She slipped on a short, slightly oversized dress that barely contained her breast knowing full well if she moved just right she could get one or both breast to slip out leaving nothing to the imagination.
I could see the excitement in her eyes, and I knew she had something naughty planned.

I pulled into the first yard sale, Karen practically bouncing out of the car.
She made her way through the various tables, her shirt hanging just right to expose one of her breasts.
Playing it cool, she pretended it was an accident, letting out a giggle every time someone caught a glimpse.
Her nipple was rock hard, poking through the fabric, and the thrill of being nearly naked in public was driving me wild.

As the day progressed, Karen grew bolder.
She bent over in front of a few men, her short dress riding up to reveal her ass and pussy, giving them a perfect view as I rummaged through a box of old records.
At another stop, she leaned over a table to inspect some trinkets, the top of her dress slipping down to show off both her breasts.
I could see the interested glances from the other shoppers, the men trying to be subtle.
The final yard sale of the day was the pièce de résistance. Karen had found a sheer, flowery sundress that barely covered her body.
She put it on over her naked form, the material clinging to her curves like a second skin.
As she walked around, the fabric fluttered in the breeze, revealing flashes of her bare chest.
She held her arms just so, allowing one breast to peek out as if by accident.

The owner of the yard sale, a middle-aged man, gave Karen an approving nod and a knowing smile.
Karen winked back, clearly enjoying the game.
I felt I cock stir in my pants, watching my wife flirt with the idea of being seen.

That evening, I both returned to the hotel room, flushed and breathless from the excitement of the day.
Karen dropped the sundress to the floor, revealing her naked body once again.

She straddled me on the bed, her breasts in my face, and whispered, "I think we should make this a regular thing."

I didn't need any more convincing. This road trip was already shaping up to be one for the books—a steamy adventure through the green mountains of Vermont, where Karen's nakedness had become a thrilling, shared secret between me and the open road.
 

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