So Molly and I left in the morning after one final nude evening with the best friends we've ever had to date, and began to live our new life 800 miles from our "comfort zone". We were expecting a two day drive to new territory, and it was still nice summer weather, so our attire for the trip would be minimal at best. Very baggy tank tops, and a VERY short skirt for Molly, and the "personally selected" shorts by Molly for me were in order for the trip. Some of you may remember the fun Molly always had with button front skirts, and now was no exception, seeing as the four button version, was now just three buttons. Her tank top was oversized enough that her boobs were pretty much visible at any given moment, but what the hell, we are now strangers to everyone we encounter. The first day we drove long enough to be sure that our arrival at our new home would be reasonable enough to get unpacked and find a cold beer before it became too late in the day.
We found a town that looked gook enough to stop in for the evening, so we looked for, and found a nice place to stay. We were beyond the Summer rush, but the temperatures were still nice enough to wear light summer clothing comfortably. Once we landed and found a place for the evening, we checked in and asked the "inn keeper" if he knew of a nice dinner place above the cut-off and blue jean crowd, but below suit and tie requirement. He drew a map to a couple of places with their phone numbers and even suggested one place in particular, since Molly asked about a dance floor. We took the keys and headed to the room, after first hitting the in-house bar for a cold one or two.
We sat at the bar, something different for us, since we were usually with others, forgetting that our personal wardrobes had been selected for maximum visibility for each of us. Molly looked at her skirt, and the too big tank top and said "WTF"; we aren't known here; She looked at my lap as I scooted up on the bar stool, and smiled at the helmet head of my Penis slid out of the leg of my shorts. Memories of Cheryl and Kevin, along with the respective sister-in-laws on our maximum exposure holiday a short time in the past, brought a warm rush to certain parts of our anatomy's. Molly looked at my crotch and laughed, as her nipples attempted to poke holes in her tank top. At that point, finding the most visible table in the place, we sat down, Molly picking the chair that faced the bar. Oh well !!
A couple of beers later, the pulse had receded, as well as the lump in my shorts; Molly stopped pulling at the hem of her skirt, and the sliding straps of her tank top and just let things happen. Good thing it was a Tuesday afternoon. We opted for a bar burger, and a couple more beers and an hour or so later, we headed to our accommodations, an upper floor unit to make her feel better by being off of of the ground floor. The front of the suite faced West, so the Sun set promised to be spectacular; Molly pulled the drapes wide open , then hit the showers. I have been married to this woman for ten years, and the things she does on a daily basis continues to make me love her more each day. Simple things bring great joy; a great Sun set, a cold beer, coupled with a nude, freshly cleansed red head just makes my day (and night). So I was quick and joined her in the shower before she got too excited on her own. We arranged the suite best as we could, made sure the door was locked then sat back without getting dressed and enjoyed the evening Sun thru the open drapes of the window together.
The morning arrived, and being in no hurry, fixed that pot of the famous "in room coffee". It got us started, as we hit the shower for a great wake up before getting it together to start the day. Molly was thinking about the days wardrobe and asked me a question about her three button skirt. The lack of length created no walking issues, but if she bent over for any reason, she might meet new, unwelcome people, HA, HA....She slipped into the skirt and walked around the room, playfully trying to flash me with her front, and back; neither was successful until she bent over or sat down; she is just five feet tall, so her bottom, front and back, are pretty close to the ground, so an up skirt while standing is unlikely. Sitting is another concern; there was only about five inches of skirt on the top of her thigh when she sat down, so attention was important. She tried it a couple of times in the room and figured she could handle it, so she finished getting dressed so we could go to breakfast at the restaurant on site. I would remind those of you who don't know about us, that Molly isn't a fan of underwear, so it is only worn when absolutely needed. The over-sized tank top stayed on the chair, and she snatched a deep "V" sweater from her suit case, because of the morning chill, and off we went. Being almost a foot taller than her made for a great view for me down the front of her top to see those perky nipples we both love so much, and she smiled, telling me we still had a day left on the road, so I had better be good, or it will be a turtle-neck top for the next ten or twelve hours and I won't see what happens if she unsnaps the bottom snap of her skirt in a little bit. She wins...as usual.
We ate, then hit the road. Our adventures there will be described by Molly soon. She has this uncanny ability to make a simple activity very sexy if she chooses to. She does enjoy it when she is able to wind me up simply with what she wears or how she wears it. More later,
Rick and Molly