Holiday trip [part 1]

Written by: Lynn McD

Finding time on a family trip home over the holidays is hard... but enjoyable! [old story of mine... new to here]

It was holiday time with the family. We were traveling back home in a
car with 2 kids, and calling this a week of "vacation," with 16 hours 
of traveling one way...  Family and friends to make demands on your 
time, so you have little chance of being alone together...  Exciting to 
see everyone, but a little frustrated as well.  That is what I remember 
thinking when we started out that afternoon after a full day of work 
for the both of us.... 

Fast food dinner, get kids in their pajamas and curled up with their
pillows, blankets, cuddle pals and an audio tape from the library to 
entertain them, and it looked like things were pretty settled down...  
Dave and I took our turns driving, especially as the night wore on and 
we started getting tired.  About half way there, we stopped for the 
night at a roadside hotel, looking only for a good bed, swimming pool, 
and breakfast in the morning.... 

The kids settled down in their beds rather quickly.  Work and the drive
had taken its toll on both of us, and it was time to wash up.  As Dave 
crowded in behind me to brush our teeth in the small bathroom, I 
realized one or both of us were rather ripe.  I let Dave in to the sink 
as I finished brushing, gave him a peck on his cheek, and took my shirt 
off.  "Hey, what's up?" he asked.  As I slipped out of my pants, I 
answered, "It has been such a long day, I need a shower before I go to 
bed."  "Can I join you?" he asked.  I was half expecting it.  "Check on 
the kids before you come in... and bring the pjs..."  With that, he 
disappeared from the room, and the pocket door slid shut with a quiet 
"thud." 

The water of the shower head felt nice and warm as I adjusted the head
to massage.  I let the stream hit on my head and neck as the streams 
flowed off my shoulders and down my back.  I closed my eyes to enjoy 
the feeling of the pulsating jets relax me, massage me.... 

...It hadn't been long since Dave had given me a massage... I love the
way he works my muscles, relaxes me.... touches me and turns me on... I 
always end up so hot and wet when he gives me those massages... we end 
up making love every time - my way of thanking him for being so 
wonderful... 

...the memories brought my hands alive, helping the massage, and as I
drifted back to remembering, my hands worked their way from my neck to 
my shoulders, then to my breasts...gently cupping, caressing. Feeling 
the water trickle down over them... Stiffening my nipples, yearning for 
touch... ahhh... buds so hard, just the way Dave likes them - to suck 
on, lick, and nibble on....  As I tweak my nipple, a hot yearing within 
me begins... drawing my other hand down, over my stomach to my pubic 
hair and below...  I shudder as my finger enters, feeling the warm 
wetness I have growing inside me...  My heart is beating fast, my 
breath is strained, as I don't want to make a sound... 

I grab a washrag and lather it up with soap to distract my thoughts, and
start scrubbing my body, starting with my legs, and working up my 
torso... then lathering my breasts especially well... 

"Here, let me  help" Dave said, startling me out of my own thoughts... 
He removes the washrag  from my hands and takes over where I had left 
off, concentrating on my nipples, then moving down to my pubic area...  
He leaned over and kissed me, full, soft and wet, on the lips.  My mind 
was adaze, and I felt so envigorated, full of energy, longing to have 
him continue... 

He soaps up his front side, and I noticed his erection, full mast and
very obvious, pointing at what he desired most... "That washrag is just 
too inefficient," he says. "This should do the job a whole lot 
better..." He then grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him.  He 
rubs his soapy front up and down, side to side on my front, my breasts 
lifting every time as his shoulders and chest moved up my body, his 
chest hair rubbing against my erect nipples, and thrilling every time 
he gets to the top as his penis nestles between my legs, if only 
briefly.  He feels sooo goood!  One final time, as my breasts are 
flattened against his muscular chest, he stops and kisses me 
passionately.  My knees go weak, and I felt like my legs are like wet 
noodles... 

As we break the kiss, he whispers "The kids are all asleep.  Bet that


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