Roused on the Road

My first wife, Lisa, and I planned a road trip back to our home state to see family and friends in our new hatchback. With little money and not enough time off from work, we decided to drive straight through. We calculated that it would be about 40 hours of driving. We’d take turns and find rest areas when neither could go any further.

Somewhere along the way, Lisa discovered that she could keep me awake longer if she played with my dick as I drove, so she reached across the stick shift a couple of times to stroke my cock. I tried to return the favor when she drove, but she declined, saying she’d crash the car when she orgasmed. I did play with her pussy once while I was driving. It was tough to really do much for her while she was stroking my hardon — I was trying to focus on the road, too — but I got her started well enough that she finished herself off after bringing me to climax. She just moved her hands from my shaft to her slit. Watching her finger herself, listening to her wet pussy squish as she worked it, hearing her moans and sighs as she ramped up to her climax kept my exposed cock hard as I drove.

We were finally a couple of hours out from our destination. I was driving but very tired. Lisa sensed this and put her hand on my thigh. In those days, of course, shorts were shorter, so her hand was really on my thigh, not my clothing. My cock responded. She unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pulled my hardening dick out of my bikini briefs. Pretty soon, it was standing straight up in my lap. Lisa’s strokes were slow and casual, trying to prolong the sensations to keep me awake longer. I did not mind the teasing. If it took an hour to cum, so what?

The highway we were on was still under construction in spots. Signs indicated a detour off the highway ahead. We followed the detour signs, which led us through a small city. The road was two lanes in each direction through the center of town. We were stopped at a light when I noticed the woman in the car behind us. She seemed to be watching us intently. Right then, I realized how much of our hatchback was windows.

Lisa was turned in her seat facing me and reaching across, still slowly stroking my cock. It looked like this woman behind us was trying to figure out if we were doing what she thought we were doing. My cock twitched at the thought of what she might suspect.

At the next light, she pulled up on our left. Lisa paid no attention but I looked over at her. A sly smile spread across her face. I let out a little moan and instinctively raised my hips up slightly to meet Lisa’s hand sliding down my shaft. Not enough for the woman to see anything, but it probably absolutely confirmed her suspicions. Her smile got broader. I’m sure my face showed pure primal pleasure, the kind of face we all get when our goodies are feeling really good.

The light changed. The woman took off faster than I did, then turned off a couple of lights later. I saw her check her rear view mirror once more before she turned.

I didn’t make it back onto the highway before I came, pumping my spunk onto the steering wheel, my shirt, and Lisa’s hand. She cleaned up with a napkin we’d gained along the way. I told Lisa that I thought some woman had seen what we were up to. She asked, “Did she have fun?” I said, “I think so. She was smiling.” Lisa said, “I think you had fun.” I smiled, too.

Thinking about that woman catching us as she did kept me awake and semi-hard for the final two hours of the trip.