The Playful Lady

"I guess I'm a bit unusual. I haven't done this kind of thing before,
but I'm really liking it. Thanks again for making my day!"

He sat, unclothed, in the passenger seat for the next hour as they
drove ahead. Though there was considerable traffic, a passing car
would be aware that he was shirtless, but probably not that he was
wearing nothing. He was too close to to the door to be seen from the
passenger side, and cars passing on the drivers side would have their
view largely blocked by Frankie. He was relaxing a bit, now.

Periodically they reached to the back seat to rearrange his drying
clothes or to check their wetness. Ultimately they reached a point
where he felt the clothes were dry enough to wear. Frankie eased into
a rest stop. She parked.

"OK, fun time's over. Looks like you can get dressed now," she told
him.

Without stepping outside, he began to retrieve his clothing from the
back seat and gradually began to dress. Frankie studied carefully
every move. Finally he was dressed. He moved to open the door, saying
"Since we're at a rest stop, I think maybe I should use the facilities
before we start up. I'll be back in a minute."

"No!" Frankie said, firmly. "You still owe me. Let's go on a bit - I
promise I'll find another place. Please?" The 'please' was so
plaintive Henry decided he couldn't refuse her. He slipped back in and
the car started.

Half an hour down the road, she pulled off to another side road, a bit
away from the traffic. "Let's get out" she suggested, stopping the
car.

As they both moved to the side of the car away from the direction of
highway, she instructed him, "OK - you first. This time without any
help from me. Just let me watch! OK? Then I promise to return the
favor!"

Henry had the feeling that they were like a couple of teenagers
engaging in a naughty game. However, he wasn't ready to end it, yet.
He stood in front of her, opened his trousers, and begin to urinate,
this time rather quickly and forcefully, into the grass. She stood in
front of him, eyes directed on his penis and the stream pouring from
it.

He finished, and zipped up. "My turn! This time I want you to watch -
closely!" She reached up under her skirt, pulled down her white
panties, and slipped them completely off. "Hold these, please," she
asked, handing them to him.

Then, holding her skirt waist high and facing him, she squatted
slightly. Her dark pubic hair and the slit in her genitals were
plainly in view in the bright sunlight.

"Is the view OK? Or would you rather I cover up?" He stared at the
sight, smiling a bit, wondering just what she was up to now. A stream
of urine began to shoot from her crotch, and she watched his
expression closely as his eyes followed it.

A bit later, she was finished. She stayed there, in that half
squatting but very exposed position, for a few seconds. "Can you reach
me a tissue?" she asked. He turned to the car, retrieved a single
tissue from the box she kept in the car, and offered it to her. She
wiped herself, then discarded the tissue on the grass. "Hope I don't
get caught as a litterbug," she remarked. Then she dropped her skirt,
retrieved the panties from his hand, and slipped them on, pulling them
up snugly. She returned to the car, and he followed.

"I don't think you owe me anything," she commented, "you've paid your
bill. Thanks again for the view. Did you see enough?"

He was a bit stunned by the question. He wondered if it was an
invitation to some further activity. He decided to test her reaction.
"Well, you did see me naked for quite a while, you know."

She laughed slightly. "And you didn't see me that way. Well, you know
I can't drive with nothing on - on me, it would be way too visible.
You're a man, and where you're sitting we can get away with it. You
saw my bottom - are you asking to see my upstairs?"

"Why not?" he replied. "You saw everything there was of me!"

"OK. Fair enough. But only for a minute - then we have to be going!"
She turned to face him, and started to unbutton her shirt. She pulled
it up out of her skirt. Then she reached up in back, and unfastened
her bra. With a few deft maneuvers, she disengaged the bra straps from
her shoulders, and dropped the bra out the bottom of her shirt.

"Ready for this?" she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she undid the
rest of the buttons and held her shirt open, displaying her now
unsupported breasts.

"Get a good look", she told him, "it's only a minute or two!"

He was at a loss for words. He was tempted to try touching her, but
decided that wasn't a good idea. He took in the view. For a woman of
49, she didn't have a bad shape. Her breasts weren't overly large, and
they drooped a bit. He saw a brown mole on one, and noted they were a
bit sweaty, reflecting the heat of the day. Both breasts were almost
white, compared to the more tanned color of her face and arms. This
lady wasn't in the habit of going topless, he thought.

She watched his expression for a minute, holding the shirt open. Then
she started to close it, fastening the buttons, and turned away from
him. "I'll finish the trip braless. Too much trouble to put it on.
Enjoy the jiggle," she smiled a bit at her touch of humor.

They started up and headed on their final leg. An hour or so later,
they approached the turn off for his home town. "Shall I take you to
your home? You'll have to direct me, of course!"

Henry was tempted, but thought better of it. He wasn't sure he wanted
his neighbors to see him being returned home by a strange braless lady
in an out of state car. Besides, he wasn't sure it was a good idea to
let Frankie see where he lived. Today had been fun, in its way, but he
didn't feel either of them wanted a continuing relationship.

"No, drop me at the bus station. It's near the building my office is
in. I need to leave some papers there, and I'll get a taxi home.
Thanks, anyway." He hoped she would buy his flimsy excuse without too
many questions.

She dropped him at the designated spot. He retrieved his luggage from
the trunk. As he stood by the car, ready to move away, he turned to
her. "Thanks again - for the wallet, the ride, and, well,
everything... It was a great day!"

"For me, too" she answered, beaming a smile at him. She offered her
hand, and then quickly withdrew it and drove off.

He stood there a moment, watching her car disappear down the road.

"What a strange lady!" he said to himself. "I'll never meet one like
that again - but, then, it wouldn't exactly ruin my day if I did." He
turned and headed for home.