Burning Anniversary: A Heated Escape

It’s been awhile since we’ve gotten away together, and I feel that familiar relief as I gaze into the rearview mirror of our SUV, leaving the city behind. We decided to escape for a weekend in celebration of our anniversary. Beside me, my beautiful wife Cathy is texting our daughter. She’s looking extra hot tonight, very sexy. Nobody looks better strapped in a seatbelt than my wife, so many of her fascinating curves exposed. She looks especially fresh and alive this early evening, and as I take a second glance, I catch an ever-so-slight whiff of her rich, provocative perfume. My heart is stirred as I take in her beauty with a third quick glance. She’s still lost on her phone. After all these years of marriage, she still moves me. She’s truly is the love of my life. After decades together, she’s always stealing my last thoughts as I’m drifting off every night. I have an endless hunger for her, and I feel it rising in me now.

I change lanes and set the cruise control as we fly down the interstate on a gorgeous Friday evening. As we loaded the car earlier, I noticed she chose her designer jeans, new boots, and a favorite black blouse. She’s tall and slender and punishes me with how stunning she is in tight jeans and boots. She’s texting away and seemingly unaware of me. I slip my hand behind her neck and flip her sleek, blonde hair aside. I just have to touch her. I softly massage her neck, and she acknowledges my touch and her eyes say, “feels great, don’t stop.” My hungry eyes wander over her as she relaxes and closes her eyes. I touch the edge of her blouse where it meets her shoulder, gently peel it back for just a moment, and caress her underneath. She loves to be touched there, that sensitive place on top of her shoulders.

Can a woman have more beautiful blue eyes? It’s the first thing that captivated me about her. Come to think of it; it was the second. A gaze of her strolling in a sundress on a sunny California day, seeing that curvaceous body stroll across the park, and that flowing Farrah Fawcett blonde hair fluttering in the summer breeze and I was….Well, I was stunned, seriously wowed. When our eyes met later that day, the sheer softness of her baby blues melted my heart, and I was permanently hooked.

I didn’t know at the time what it felt like to hold her in my arms, but I spent what seemed like every moment those next few days thinking about it. That day came soon enough, and it would be a special evening neither of us would ever forget. We talk about it often.

She’s finished texting, and slides her phone into her purse, feeling secure about her communication with our daughter, I can tell. I massage her neck a bit deeper, and she responds with wilting shoulders and slowly closes her eyes. She tilts her head back and takes a deep breath, relaxing. She’s instantly lost again in my massage, my fingers having all of her attention now. Whatever stress she felt is slowly melting away, which seems to match perfectly my feeling of leaving it all behind in the rearview mirror for a weekend.

We’re headed west, and the setting sun’s golden light on her skin stirs me like it always does. She’s slowly melting, and real relaxation is now setting in. She surprises me by slowly turns her head and sweetly saying “I love you,” and I know she means it. She squeezes my hand and then leans her chair back a little further to relax.

My fingers move from her neck to circle her ear ever so softly, and I can almost see the last of the stress leaking from her body. As we drive, Shania and others take turns on my Pandora Love station. The low music is especially soothing as the sun sinks, and dusk comes upon us. We still have over two hours to drive, but that doesn’t matter.

We’re together. We’re alone. It’s a perfect start to our weekend getaway.

She’s not asleep, but it looks like she is. With the last fading light as evening sets in, she’s stretched out in the passenger seat, and I take her all in, studying her curves as I slide my fingers to the top of her head. I notice her soft lips part with satisfaction because this is the ultimate relaxation for her. The tips of my fingers move slowly over her scalp and tangle in her shiny blonde hair. It’s a bit erotic for me to see the look of pleasure on her face.

Her three words have been the only ones spoken for many miles now, as dusk is replaced with darkness and shadows. It feels lonely on the interstate, passing a car only occasionally. I want to feel the texture of her blouse, so I swirl it between my fingers. I move my hand to her jeans and feel the warmth and strength of her slender legs, reminding me of her sensually soft skin beneath.

She opens her eyes for the first time in a while, just for a moment, and her gaze makes me think she’s somewhat surprised night has fallen so fast. Where did the time go?

Her eyes move to the window as she leans back her seat further, the star-filled sky introducing itself to her out the passenger window. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. At that moment, seeing her raw beauty and sexiness stretched out next to me, I’m so glad she’s mine. Shadows glide slowly over her body as we pass some far off lights. With her eyes still searching the brilliant stars, she reaches to my hand on her leg and locks our fingers together. She takes the back of my hand slowly to her lips and sensually kisses it, sending a message of how close she feels to me at the moment.

She feels safe in the darkness of the night on the interstate, the seat lowered behind the tinted glass. Without a word spoken, listening to the soft music in the darkness of our car, she moves my hand to her top button on her blouse and undoes it under my fingers, then moves them down to the next one. I take my time undoing each button without looking, feeling my way since I’m driving with my left hand and having to watch the road. When I finish, I gently pull open her blouse to each side and slide my fingers across her midriff. She reaches and begins loosening her belt while my hand soothes her, rising to touch the top of her breast, my fingers gently tracing the edges of her skin pressing against the edges of her sexy bra. She loves to be touched there, that sensitive place on top of her shoulders.

I’m struggling to keep my eyes on the road as I glance back and forth. Safety first, but it’s not easy. She’s slowly turning her head and her eyes are locked on me. She leans her chair back a little further to relax. Her legs are spread out, and she’s practically horizontal, leaning against my shoulder. Her breathing is quick and shallow as she anticipates my next move.

She’s not asleep, but it looks like she is. With the last fading light as evening sets in, she’s stretched out in the passenger seat, and I take her all in, studying her curves as I slide my fingers to the top of her head. I notice her soft lips part with satisfaction because this is the ultimate relaxation for her. The tips of my fingers move slowly over her scalp and tangle in her shiny blonde hair. It’s a bit erotic for me to see the look of pleasure on her face.

Her three words have been the only ones spoken for many miles now, as dusk is replaced with darkness and shadows. It feels lonely on the interstate, passing a car only occasionally. I want to feel the texture of her blouse, so I swirl it between my fingers. I move my hand to her jeans and feel the warmth and strength of her slender legs, reminding me of her sensually soft skin beneath.

She opens her eyes for the first time in a while, just for a moment, and her gaze makes me think she’s somewhat surprised night has fallen so fast. Where did the time go?

Her eyes move to the window as she leans back her seat further, the star-filled sky introducing itself to her out the passenger window. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. At that moment, seeing her raw beauty and sexiness stretched out next to me, I’m so glad she’s mine. Shadows glide slowly over her body as we pass some far off lights. With her eyes still searching the brilliant stars, she reaches to my hand on her leg and locks our fingers together. She takes the back of my hand slowly to her lips and sensually kisses it, sending a message of how close she feels to me at the moment.

She feels safe in the darkness of the night on the interstate, the seat lowered behind the tinted glass. Without a word spoken, listening to the soft music in the darkness of our car, she moves my hand to her top button on her blouse and undoes it under my fingers, then moves them down to the next one. I take my time undoing each button without looking, feeling my way since I’m driving with my left hand and having to watch the road. When I finish, I gently pull open her blouse to each side and slide my fingers across her midriff. She reaches and begins loosening her belt while my hand soothes her, rising to touch the top of her breast, my fingers gently tracing the edges of her skin pressing against the edges of her sexy bra. She loves to be touched there, that sensitive place on top of her shoulders.

Her body is beginning to shake slightly, as she anticipates my next move. She stretches out her legs and exposes her sexy legs. She has a look of pure anticipation in her eyes, her body is ready for me to take charge. It's like the anticipation is building within her, and she wants me to just take the reins. She sits up and brings her legs closer to my seat, so her sexy legs are exposed and close to me.

She takes my hand and slowly pulls it under her jeans, then begins to lift her dress. The scent of her perfume fills the car as she slowly raises her dress and begins to show me the curves of her hips. Her legs are tight and firm, her hips sway and shake, and she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her body is begging for more, and she’s letting me know. I can’t take my eyes off her as she continues to tease me, her body begging for my touch. Her breath is coming faster and faster, as she gets closer to the edge of her sexual release.

She is now completely naked, her body exposed and vulnerable, and she is waiting for me to take control. Her body is begging for my touch, so I slowly reach out and take her hand. I begin to slowly caress her skin, tracing the contours of her body, and her body begins to quiver with pleasure. Her hands move closer to me, and she begins to stroke my chest, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She starts moving her hips against my legs, and the sensation is both intense and pleasurable. Her breathing becomes ragged, and she lets out a moan of pure ecstasy.

As she continues to stroke my chest, she begins to move her body closer to mine, her body pressing against mine. She wants me to take control, and I slowly start to move my hips in sync with hers. The two of us begin to sway together, lost in our own private world of pleasure. As we continue to move closer, she pulls me into her arms, and we both collapse onto the seat, lost in our own ecstasy. Her body is completely relaxed, and she is letting out long, deep moans of pleasure. The ride continues, and we both lose ourselves in the sensation. We continue like this until the sun begins to rise.

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