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Darcie Chapter 34--Darcie Takes a Trip
Story by wetgalfanx
Posted 5/8/18     90 views
Darcie Takes a Trip
Or Countdown to Clutch Part 2

Hi, guys and gals! I promise that the reference to Clutch will eventually make sense. Ok, now where are my vacation photos? Just kidding! To tell the truth, I probably could have left this and the next chapter out since they only play a small part in what happens later in the story arc. However along the way I end up being my usual dork of a self and still find ways to end up soaked and messy. I can't imagine why so many of you would find me soaking wet or a total mess entertaining. (Yeah, right!) So sit back and enjoy.

This all started months before the last chapter and even before Mom's trash the dress video and before when we stood out in the rain getting splashed in our suits like dumbasses. (Good times!) You folks that have been with me all along know that my dad owns a Do It Center hardware store. Well last January, it won store of the year for the entire country for last year. It was a sizable cash bonus. Dad believes in sharing his good fortune and after giving out nice bonuses to his employees, including my brother Brad who has been handling most things since Dad semi-retired, he announced that he was taking the entire family to Disney World this summer. He was going to pay for vacation packages for everyone, hotel on site, dining planthe works. The only things we had to pay for were getting there and back and whatever souvenirs or anything else that wasn't included in the package.

Well, we picked the latter part of July because that just worked out the best with schools and everyone's work schedules. We were planning on staying a week and a half and driving, two days over and at least two days back. We all planned to take off early on a Friday morning until on Wednesday evening of that week; Jim looked at his email and said

Damn it! They screwed me!

What's wrong? I asked.

He explained, Well you know everyone else in the other training centers is off this week, right?

I nodded.

He went on: Well Chris expects me to get all of their lesson plans ready and emailed out to them. I'm going to have to work late Thursday after my class goes home and go in Friday!

Well that sucks!

Jim thought for a moment and said, I guess we'll all just have to leave on Friday evening and drive straight through and catch up with everyone else.

Dad! Carly piped up. Grandpa was going to stop at the motel with the big lake! We'll miss that!

It was my fault for telling them about it. During our trip to Disney when I was a kid, we stopped at a motel that instead of having a swimming pool, had a big lake out back with diving boards, slides and rafts sort of like home. My dad looked it up and saw it was still there and planned to have everyone stop for the night.

Then I got a brainstorm. It had been a long time since I'd had the Yankee all to myself in the car on a trip so I worked it out for the girls to leave Friday morning with my parents. That was fine until Friday itself came. Jim has had bouts with a bad mood or two. I consider it my responsibility to keep him in a good mood, a task which I enjoy. However he still was ticked about how he'd got stuck with everyone's work who was gone just before he was supposed to leave.

Don't worry, I told him. I'll have the car ready to go this afternoon. He watched everyone else driving away in the caravan and then left for work in my car.

Well I had plenty to do. The grass needed cutting. It had poured down rain all week. Normally Paula would have mowed, but my dad wouldn't let anyone mow wet grass. He even stopped her from doing our yard. The rain looked like it might hold off that day; at least it was just cloudy at the time. The grass was still soaked from raining all night, but I figured what Dad didn't know wouldn't hurt him. I didn't want either of our yards left as long as they were to grow for nearly two weeks.

Sidebar: This has been an unusually wet summer. It's still been hot as hell, but more tropical than usual. However it's kept the pond nice and full, the waterfall roaring and the creek running fast. Jim took me out to the waterfall on our anniversary as usual. We of course waited until the kids were asleep and guest what; it was pouring rain. We didn't wear much anyway, just some boxers for Jim and a bra and panties for me. It was so much fun walking out there in the rain in our underwear, but it was more fun coming back. When we were finished under the falls, what clothes we had were missing. We'd left them on a rock and we figured that the rain must have washed them into the creek and on downstream! My sweetie took my hand and we walked back through the rain naked. I'm glad it happened now. It was so romantic!

Back to the mowing job: It was hot and muggy already in the morning. I put on some ratty panties and a once-white bra and threw on some cut-offs and a blue shooter sleeveless t-shirt over those. The sides of my bra were clearly visible through the big cut out arm holes in the shirt, but I didn't care. I wanted to look like a bum. With the same canvas lace-ups I'd worn in the dunk tank, fountain and pond on the Fourth of July, I drove the mower out of the garage.

So much for my ability to predict the weather nearly the moment I left the garage, I felt the first sprinkle. Within five minutes of what would be a two-hour job I was mowing through a steady rain much like the one I said my wedding vows in. I still love to think about that day. I still wouldn't change any of it, except maybe once I knew the dress was a total loss, I would have started completely wrecking it sooner. Maybe charge people to shove me off the dock or throw pies or cake at me. Now there's an idea

Anyhoo, (that's a southern word), within ten minutes, I was soaked through my underwear like I'd been swimming. I figured the grass was all wet anyway and I love being out in the rain, so why worry about it. We all know I'd end up in the pond anyway. The say you create your own reality. Whatever you concentrate on is what you attract. Well I think about getting all wet or messy a lot which is why I seem to attract ways to end up stuck out in the pouring rain, end up in the mud or get pied. What happened in front of my parents' house when I was almost done only serves to confirm that.

You see, when I was a kid, this area was a lot more rural than it is now. It's getting more and more built up, but back then we were still on a well, had a septic tank and along the road ran open drainage ditches. Well with all of the housing going up around us, (Man, I hope our neighbors who own the bog and the stream don't sell.), the town decided to modernize us. A few years ago city water went in, and the year before Jim and I built our house, they ran a sanitary sewer line. This year's addition was a storm sewer system that they put in last spring to replace the open ditches. Now instead of the road having a shoulder dropping off into a ditch, it's all leveled off and there is a curb next to the road.

Now that's all well and good except someone goofed in the engineering. There are several nice low spots where the water collects and one of them is right in front of Mom and Dad's house about twenty yards from the storm sewer. I said we often drive over to where my car stalled and get splashed, but we really don't need to, not anymore. It really got bad during this weeklong rain, especially since dirt from the sewer project still collects there and turns to mud. The girls discovered it. You'll remember as long as it's not lightning, I send them out to play rain or shine. It's how I grew up.

Anyway, I'd finished our whole yard and my parents' back yard and I was almost done with the front. I only had the stretch out by the road. Now mind you, I had only seen three or four cars go by tops the entire time I had been mowing, at least that I had noticed. It was still pouring rain. I was still soaking wet and yes, I was having a ball out there looking like a drowned rat mowing in the rain like a goof ball. I was driving the mower through the grass along the curb when I noticed a UPS truck coming up the road and of course, I was right next to the giant mud puddle.

Now we all know that I would not have cared if he'd done a kamikaze run right through the water to purposely bury me. I live for that sort of thing and I was a little disappointed when I saw him drift across the center line to avoid the water. Then I heard the tires behind me from something big coming around the blind curve. The UPS driver saw the semi and had no choice but to veer back into his own lane just as he got to the puddle. He hit the puddle and my view of his truck was totally obscured by the massive wall of brown muddy water heading my way. I closed my eyes and couldn't help but smile as I was pasted with a layer of mud and road grit. Mr. UPS Man, you have pleased Darcie the Mud Goddess with your offering.

You see? You create your own reality by concentrating on the things you like; the theory says. Well I love a good pasting from a car through a mud puddle. There you go.

I heard the UPS truck slowing behind me so I stopped the mower. Of course I was still right next to the puddle. I turned around in the seat to see the truck turning into Jim and my drive way. He stopped and opened the passenger side sliding door.

Are you ok? he called to me.

I'm just fine! I called back and gave him a wave.

I'm so sorry! he yelled. I had to be a sight. I was already as soaked as if I'd just come from the pond and now I had a nice brown coating.

I called back, Why? Don't you know mud's good for the skin? I rubbed my face and acted like I was in a skin care commercial.

He laughed and shook his head. That really didn't bother you at all, did it?

I started to answer but I saw a grimace appear on his face just as I heard mud tires on the wet pavement. The redneck pickup spread the puddle wide open and splattered me again with a fresh coat of mud to replace what the rain had rinsed off. I put my head down and cracked up laughing. When I finally composed myself I looked up and asked, Whatever gave you that idea?

He shut his door and I blew him a kiss. He started to back out but had to wait for another car that thoroughly pasted me. I could see him sitting there and laughing at me. I waved again just before he backed out.

Well, I was soaked. I was muddy. I may as well tempt fate again. I finished that pass and turned around to get the last bit of grass that was right up against the curb. An old Chevy station wagon full of teenagers came around the curve and drove over from the other side of the road and let me have it but good! I got extra-hammered since I was right up against the curb. I had road grit down my bra after they passed by. Excellent, young ones, your Mud Goddess is pleased.

No use denying who I really was. I shut off the mower and stood right on the curb. The water was almost up to the top of it. No cars came for a few minutes so I jumped off the curb a few times to splash myself. Then I saw a car. It was the station wagon again. Kids can always be counted on to come back. I stuck out my hitchhiking thumb and stood there to let them paste me but good! Rednecks are the other group you can trust to come back. I heard his big mud tires coming even before he came around the bend. I saw the big grin on his face as he veered across onto my side of the road and gunned it for the water. Just to show him what a good sport I really am, I did the one leg out pose just before he hammered me. I hope he didn't think I was flirting. He tried to see how close he could get to the curb without hitting it. That slammed me with a muddy wall of water and road grit so hard it knocked me right on my ass! I sat in the rain and laughed. Darcie, your Mud Goddess will surely bless you with many successful runs through the mud pit, Mr. Redneck.

I had mud and grit oozing down my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair and I had even more pasting it down to my scalp. I love being a country girl.

Ok, I was soaked and now muddy. May as well see what other trouble I can get into. The rain showed no sign of slacking up anyway. I hosed the lawn mower off and parked it in back in the garage. I knew where I was headed. Like I said earlier, the girls played outside rain or shine. It had rained all week. Paula decided to show here sisters how to grass slide in wet grass. Well sliding every day in the same spot of a rain-soaked back yard soon turns grass sliding into mud sliding and I had pictures of the three little mud monsters playing out there from the day before to prove it. Since the damage to the yard had already been done, now it was Mom's turn.

I took off my shoes and walked through the pouring rain barefoot to the bare patch the girls had worn down sliding. My feet sank into the ground and the mud felt so good squishing in my toes. I jogged a few yards away and turned around to run full on at the muddy patch. I love the anticipation of the first time I dive in the mud! I threw out my arms and dove onto the ground. Muddy water splashed me in the face and I sailed through the muddy patch. I skidded to a stop. Now I was muddy. I was also covered in grass clippings. They were down my bra and in my hair. If I wasn't soaked, my panties would have been damp. If I could get that muddy with one slide, how many would it take to become unrecognizable? In case you're wondering, the answer is ten. Then after the twentieth one, and I could feel the glorious sensation of mud pasted inside my panties and bra, I just sat in the brown soup I'd churned up and smeared it over my face and into my hair. I reveled in the wonderful feeling of my sodden hair getting heavier and heavier. The warm rain was pouring on me just like being in the shower. Good, I didn't want it to stop. I stood up and let my feet sink up to my ankles and then dropped to my knees and continued falling forward for a muddy face plant. It was so much fun; I did it again, and again, and again. Oh, and I did it again.

In case you were wondering, the mud slide is now a permanent fixture in the back yard. I didn't ask Jim to try it out that evening when he got home, but the mood he was in I'm sure he wouldn't have. I know that comes as a shock, but wait 'til you see what finally snaps him out of it! However when I eventually did get him on it after we got back, he decided not to fill it in. If it hasn't rained to get it nice and muddy, we just hose it down.

I pulled my face up and laughed at my dumb ass antics. Then I plunged my face back deep into the mud in front of me and scooped mounds up around me to bury my head like an ostrich. I sat back up straight and wiggled to feel the mud squishing around inside my panties and then shoved handfuls of mud into my bra cups through the shooter shirt's big arm holes. Then I rolled out of the mud slide into the wet grass, and wet grass clippings, and lay on my back. I opened my mouth to catch raindrops and just lay there enjoying the downpour pounding my mud-soaked body.

Then I started to wish Jim was here. Then I really started to wish Jim was here. Then it dawned on me; what did I have to worry about? No one but me was home at either house. The mail had already been stopped since we thought we were originally going to leave in the morning so the mail lady wasn't coming by. (Yes, she likes to be called the mail lady and yes, she gets the pun. The women around these parts actually have a sense of humor.) No one can see me back here from the road! Why not have some real fun?

I unbuttoned and unzipped my cut-offs and pulled them off. I reached into the mud slide and scooped up a big handful. Then I pulled open the front of my muddy panties and dropped the mud on my crotch. I let out an involuntary squeal when it oozed down between my legs and over my aroused pussy. I shoved two fingers down my panties and began some muddy masturbation. I imagined that Jim had me pinned down in the wet grass, thrusting his cock deep into me while the rain pounded both of us. I daydreamed about good it felt writhing naked in the muddy bog together like a couple of horny little pigs and the times we've risked getting caught together and I've let him fuck my brains out at Mud Fest. I fingered myself, absolutely unashamed at the decadence until I brought myself to a very satisfying orgasm announced by moaning and wailing to only myself and the rain.

I still wished Jim was here to share this with me. I don't need much to be content, the pond and my sweet Yankee to toss me in it, being drenched by a warm summer rain, a nice roll in the mud, a pie or two in the face, Jim's tongue dancing across my clit, being able to reciprocate as his messy, submissive rag dollbut the only thing missing to make this truly perfect was having him here to share it with, and maybe actually do what I'd just fantasized about. I figured I'd call him and see if he could somehow slip out early enough to play out here for a while before we left.

I didn't want to track mud in the garage where I'd left my phone. The pouring rain was rinsing me off a little, but not nearly enough so I got my shorts back on and waded into the pond from the sandy beach and swam out to the raft. I climbed out and dived back in and then came out at the dock by our house. My shirt and cut-offs were a nice brownish shade of their original blue and brown water dripped from my clothes onto the dock. I could see through my shirt's arm holes that my old tattletale gray bra was now tan and I still had plenty of mud and road grit in my hair and bra and mud in my panties. So the next step was a shower.

As a result of Paula, Carly and Bailey discovering the country girl life and all of the ways to come home a complete mess that go with it, the outdoor shower that my dad made for us to use when we were kids now sits next to one of our hoses. Next to it is a Rubbermaid container of outdoor toiletries like shampoo and body wash. Just like Mom's rule from years ago, everyone at least has to knock off a layer of mud before they're allowed in the house. It was too bad no one was around to take a video of Darcie the Dork washing her hair with her clothes on in a shower outside in the pouring rain. I bet it would have got a thousand views on You Tube the first day. On the other hand, it's probably a good thing that no one filmed it since I had to disconnect the hose, take down my shorts and underwear and use the hose for a power douche.

I grabbed one of the old towels we keep in the garage and dried off enough to handle my phone. I saw the missed call from Jim and read the text that was left which dashed my hopes of him getting home early: Stuck with more work than I originally thought. Won't be leaving until 6:00.

Well that stunk! I realized I hadn't eaten anything and ran in to grab a yogurt and a banana for lunch that I took out to the covered patio. I was left to enjoy the rest of the rainy day by myself. After lunch I jumped back in the pond and swam in the rain until it stopped. Then I remembered that Jim always liked to leave on a trip with a clean car. I pulled the hose out, got my bucket, sponge, soap and ladder and proceeded to wash the Suburban.

Why do I need a ladder? I'm only five-five and we own two big SUV's, one of them with big mud tires, and a crossover. EVERYTHING we drive is taller than me! I did a good job though. You should have seen me throw myself into it! Too bad Jim wasn't here to see me take off my shirt and scrub the windshield with my (very thin) bra! Guys love that shit!

While I was washing the car, the sun came out and the temperature shot right up into the 90's. That made washing the car the perfect chore. Even though I had toweled off earlier, I was sopping wet from hosing myself down by the time I was done. I still needed to load the car, and I figured no reason to put on clean clothes before doing that only to become a sweaty mess. I dried off again with another old towel, but my clothes were still dripping. So I took advantage again of being home all by myself and just stripped down naked in the driveway to wring everything out. Hey, I've been bare ass naked in my driveway before! I thought about just staying that way, but I decided not to press my luck. Some acquaintance might stop by. I put my damp clothes back on and then brought out mine and Jim's luggage and loaded it up. I know men like to do that, but I'm pretty good at Tetris myself and got it all in there. It wasn't hard since most of the girls' stuff was gone already.

Just like I figured, by the time I was done with that, my skin was coated with a sweaty film. So it was into the pond again, shoes and all. Swimming in my shoes wasn't going to hurt them now. I swam long enough to get my body temperature back down to normal and climbed out for the last time. You know, this has sort of become a habit, swimming after loading the car. We were loading up at the end of our trip to Gatlinburg and it was so hot. Jim made us all take a clean outfit out of our luggage and leave it in the room. Once the car was loaded, he picked me up and threw me in the pool. The girls needed no coaxing to follow right behind me. We swam nearly until check out time.

Soaking a third garage towel, I dried off and went inside. Oh, we have special names for all towels. We stash them everywhere. The old bath towels we retire are stored in the garage for pond swimming or anything else wet around the house. There are also beach towels stored in the Blazer, Suburban and Acadia in case we end up in the water if we go somewhere. Then we have our good beach towels which were packed for our trip. Look, if you like getting wet at the drop of a hat and make a habit of it, you learn to have towels around.

I went upstairs and stepped into the big master shower still dressed. I washed up first with my clothes on to loosen up more mud ground into them and then stripped naked to wash again. I hung my dingy play clothes up in the bath room intending on washing them when we got home to live to roll in the mud again another day. I finally dried off with a good bath towel and put on what was going to be the basis of my outfit for travelling.




What? What the hell was I thinking? I was thinking Jim was still in a bad mood and would need some encouragement. Besides, I was going to wear a pink stretch cotton mini-skirt over the booty shorts and a white sleeveless button down top over the halterat least until we were on the road.

I bought that outfit on a dare from Beth, Debbie, Kellie and Olivia when we were all together July 4th. We were looking at Yandy's web site and all dared each other to buy the stripper outfit. Mine is red, Beth's is pink, Debbie's is white, Kellie's is purple and Liv's is black. We figure if we ever buy the stripper pole and shower stage we can break them in wearing these. They snap together. One yank on your top and one on your bottom and it's naked city! In the meantime, we're all trying to get the courage up to wear them and nothing else out together with the guys. I hear a new cowboy bar opened up over in Fort Worth that has a little twist. They play country, but have a pool, sprinklers and do foam parties. What do you think? I'm thinking an old Stetson and some old cowboy boots and we're ready to party!

I put out the other more civilized pieces of my outfit on the bed and also laid out a pair of Columbia cargo shorts and a muscle shirt for Jim since the forecast called for it to be hot all night. Then I went downstairs to wait for him to get home. I didn't recognize him at first. He came in the door complaining. Everyone has bad days at work, but this one must have been a doozy. He usually leaves stressful days behind him since he knows that I'm waiting for him.

I still can't believe that no one else did any of his lesson plans before he left, he muttered, closing the door before he even saw me. Then he did a double take. What the hell is that?

How do you like my traveling outfit? I asked coyly. I was doing my best to recreate the front view in those pictures of my outfit I showed you. (No, that's not me modeling it. I'm hot, but not quite that hot.)

I like that it's going to get you arrested! he shot back, rather curtly. First the office hoses me and now you're not ready to go!

Now this is the part where most women get offended and charge up the argument. I knew he was stressed. I knew he was upset about not getting to leave with everyone else and having to drive overnight. The girls were probably splashing around the lake with Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Ashley, Uncle Pete and the rest right now. Here we were still at home. I chose not to react to his displaced anger. We're women. We're supposed to know how to calm our guys down. Sometimes it just takes more effort than others.

Relax, Jim. I was going to cover this up, I said. Go on up and change. I laid some clothes out for you.

So now I can't pick out my own clothes, he grumbled going up the stairs.

Just being a sweet lil' wifey, I said as I followed him.

Sorry, he mumbled. So I'd cracked the shell a little.

I put on my skirt and blouse and a pair of Croc's. Jim changed into his shorts and muscle shirt and his Croc's oxfords. The shorts I'd picked out where the kind that had the built in belt and were made of a nylon blend. They were easy to get into and part of my plan for later if I had to resort to the nuclear option to cheer him up.

We headed out of town and stopped at a Cracker Barrel for dinner. Once it got dark, I slipped out of the blouse and tossed it into the back seat. Jim looked at me and shook his head. All right, I want the aliens who stole my Yankee and left this clone to bring him back NOW!

Every once in a while, I could hear him making exasperated sighs and grunts. I knew he was thinking about the fiasco at work. But come on, Jim! You're on your vacation now and now they have to worry about picking up your slack next week and the week after. I was determined that I was going to break him out of this funk. I still had the nuclear option up my sleeve. I'd always wanted to get him alone in the car on a long trip! Yeah, y'all know what's up!

On a rather deserted stretch of Interstate 49 in Louisiana, I undid my seatbelt (Never ride without your seatbelt, kiddies.) and crawled over toward him.

What are you up to? he asked, not as gruff as he'd sounded earlier.

Put the steering wheel up higher, I said, reaching down and grabbing his crotch. I'm going to cheer you up and get you in a vacation mood if it's the last thing I do!

I undid the belt on his shorts. It was easy since it was only clips. The fly snapped at the top instead of having a button too. Like I mentioned, easy access was part of the plan. By the time I had his zipper down, he had tilted the steering column up. I pulled the erection I was working up free from his boxers and gently stroked it.

He was starting to lighten up now. He grinned and asked me, You're not going to mess up my seat, are you?

I pulled my head down into the access created by moving the wheel up and replied, Not if I swallow every drop, I won't, and made a happy slurping sound as I surrounded the head of his cock with my lips.

Now I don't know if you've ever ridden in a Chevy Suburban, but with the bucket seats there is a center console that is about as wide as half the state of Texas. I don't know if you've ever tried to give a blow job in the front seat of a Chevy Suburban, but leaning over that console makes your ass stick way up in the air. I was beginning to sense Jim's tension melting away when he took advantage of my predicament and pulled my skirt up in back and began to rub my ass through the booty shorts and then stick his hand down inside them. I knew my real Jimmy was in there somewhere. I just had to find a way to get through to him.

This is where things started to get funny or embarrassing, depending on how you choose to look at it. I choose funny.

I was working away at his cock, not trying to make him cum too fast and let him enjoy it. After all, he was finally mellowing out, wasn't he? That was when I heard the noise of big mud tires.

What? How do I keep recognizing the sound of big mud tires? Well when you spend many of your warm weather weekends driving something like this to places with names like Big Swamp Mud Park or Louisiana Mud Fest, you learn what sound big mud tires make on pavement.



It's usually not that clean, I assure you.

Anyway, I felt Jim change lanes and heard us pass the truck with the mud tires. I hoped they didn't look over here. No such luck Even though I was hard at work bobbing up and down on my sweet Yankee's peter, I still could tell the frequency change that indicated the driver of the truck was speeding up. He pulled up even with us on the passenger side.

Woo HOO! I heard through the window.

I groaned and Jim started to laugh. It was the first time I'd heard him laugh all day. I volunteered for this and at least he'd stopped being grumpy. And since I pride myself on being a good sport no matter what, I kept going.

Then I heard the passenger side window roll down. Jim is so lucky that I pride myself on being a good sport all the time.

YEAH! I heard from at least two guys who I'll bet at least one is named Bubba.

Jim didn't say anything, but he was still playing with my ass. That was when he pulled my booty shorts down and gave my bare ass a playful slap. Ordinarily, that would have been going a little too far. I should have bitten him, but I reminded myself that at least he wasn't a grouch anymore and no one twisted my arm for this. I decided I'd let it slide. What's the harm in mooning a truck full of rednecks anyway?

WHOA! a redneck yelled. What else she do?

Something inside me snapped. What else will I do? I'll show you what else I'll do! I came up off of Jim's cock and grabbed where my top snapped together. In one motion, I yanked the snaps open, swung around and let the halter top fall off my shoulders and onto the seat. I got my first glimpse of the two Duck-Dynasty-beard-wearin' red necks in the front seat.

IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU, HILLBILLIES? I screamed. I pressed my arms against my sides and wigged my shoulders to shake my bare tits wildly.

Their eyes widened and they just about veered onto the shoulder. I could see it was an extended cab truck and it looked like two women were in the back. They got control again and even over their whoops and hollers I could hear female laughter from the truck. Jim was silent for the moment. I think I stunned him.

Then I saw a cell phone shoved from the back seat between the two rednecks in front and I suddenly realized that maybe I should have thought this plan through a little better.

I screamed and spun around. I saw the flash go off after I'd turned so hopefully they didn't get anything from my front in the picture. I wonder if any of Jim's manhood ended up in it.

I figured the least chance of them getting my face or boobs in a picture was to go back to what I was doing so I dived under the steering wheel and commenced to bobbing on Jim's knob. I was working his whole cock for all I was worth. Hey, they've already seen me and they know what I'm doing. May as well give them a good show! Jim suddenly started laughing so hard that I thought he was going to choke.

I saw the flash go off one more time and heard, Woo! Git 'er done! in a voice that sounded disturbingly like the real Larry the Cable Guy. I'm just afraid that we'll be listening to Blue Collar Radio on SiriusXM one day and hear him talking about the topless chick giving head to a guy going down the interstate.

I heard the big mud tire truck fall back and the window rolling up. They got off on an exit, Jim said. He was still laughing and I started to snicker, puffing air out around his cock. I guess I don't have anything to complain about though. Johnny talked Kellie into doing the towel trick for pizza guys twice in one weekend and she's still crazy about him. I volunteered to put myself in this situation.

Jim's laughter settled down and his breathing intensified. Now, Jimmy, just keep the car on the road

Lucky the highway was free of traffic (and thank heaven for cruise control). I only felt us weave a little when he was filling my mouth up with jizz. I gave him one last suck to get any stray leftovers out and then gave his head a little kiss and one last lick for good measure before I rolled my head over to let him see me swallow. I took a drink from my water to make sure I was rinsed out and gave him a kiss.

You're lucky I'm a good sport, I said.

Well no one told you to take off your top, he replied grinning.

Well no one told you to pull my shorts down, I shot back.

Well no one told you to blow me, he said and after a pause added, but I'm glad you did.

I had to do something, I said. You were being a real grouch!

I settled back down into the passenger seat and put my seatbelt back on. Jim was glancing over at me between watching the road and I winked at him and wiggled my legs to let the booty shorts fall on down to the floor. My skirt was back down in position so I was basically topless to the outside world at this point.

You're not putting anything back on? Jim asked.

Why? I asked. I reached into the back seat and pulled the blanket we usually carried on long trips for the kids up around me. No one is going to know now. You owe me now anyway. Stop at the next rest area so I can collect.

Jim just chuckled and shook his head. I don't know what he's surprised about. He was the one who let my exhibitionist out of the closet and introduced me to the joys of teasing public nakedness by making me dart from a motel room to the car bare butt, ride home wrapped in a beach towel and then steal my towel in the middle of the driveway, (See Darcie Takes her Medicine Part 3). That was when I went from simply not caring if just my close friends saw me naked to including total strangers. It's fun to get caught and it can get arousing under the right circumstances. I was a little wet just from giving Jim the blow job, but I really got turned on when I saw how he was enjoying me teasing the rednecks and how I reacted to them trying to get a picture of it. However that's probably the submissive streak that runs through all the Moore women.

He may as well get another surprise when we get to the rest area. When I saw that he was back to giving the road his full attention and not glancing over at me and snickering anymore, I slowly slid my mini-skirt down with the rest of my clothes on the passenger side floorboard. A few miles further down the interstate, Jim pulled into a not-too-populated rest area and parked a ways away from the restroom building and vending area.

Your turn now, he said with a sly grin and a wink.

Ok, I responded and threw off the blanket to reveal my glorious nakedness. Come get me, cowboy!

Giggling, I turned and dove over the center console for the back seat. Jim caught me though and got me right in my second most ticklish spot, my side right above my hip. I screamed and then began to laugh really loud. Hopefully no one was around. I didn't check. I tried to scramble on over into the back, but that damned Yankee got hold of my right ankle and attacked my first most ticklish spot: The sole of my foot.

GodHA, HASTOP IT! HA, HA, HANO! JIM! HA, HA, HA! Let meHA, HA, HAgo! PLEASE!

Of course the submissive in me didn't want to be let go. The exhibitionist in me was hoping someone saw, and the horny slut in me was getting hornier by the second. (Ladies, you all know being tickled turns you on.) I finally got loose and scrambled between the two captain's chairs in the second row and leapt into the center of the third row seat. Jim however, decided to take the easy way into the back and opened the driver's door, bathing my naked body in the ample General Motors interior lighting and fully illuminating me for anyone who might be looking our direction. Let 'em look! I didn't care. My sweet Yankee was coming back to reciprocate for my earlier gift to him. The lights coming on for a few seconds also gave him a chance to appreciate the sight of me sitting back there with my legs spread apart anticipating him. My hair was a wreck thanks to his merciless tickle attack which also left me trying to catch my breath. He got on his hands and knees and crawled between the two captain's chairs and knelt in front of me. He looked me up and down the way he always does when I'm naked in front of him. I so love that look! There is something so primally feminine (if that's a word) about being in the vulnerable position of total nakedness in front of your clothed husband. Yeah, you sort of feel like property in that moment, but if there is a submissive bone in you anywhere, that isn't such a bad feeling.

Why, sir! I began in that southern belle he loves. You have lil' ol' me trapped! I guess there is nothing left to do but to surrender my body to whatever your Yankee desires wish of it! Have at me, sir!

Jim plunged forward and buried his face in my waiting pussy. Ah-h-h-h-h, I moaned when he started lapping away. It felt so good. After a few minutes, I gasped, Eat me. I want to scream and wake up all of these people sleeping!

There were a few darkened cars around us, some with towels or blankets rolled up into the windows indicating that the occupants were trying to catch a nap before continuing their trip. In that instant, I wanted them all to know the professional job my Jimmy was doing.

OhJim, I moaned and pulled his face tight up against me. I'm sorry. Can you still breathe? I asked when it suddenly hit me that maybe he couldn't.

Mmmm, hmmm, hummed. I couldn't understand how. Maybe it was through his ears?

I went over the edge and came with a loud wail. No one showed up to watch so apparently I didn't wake anyone up.

Jim kissed me with juice still all over his face. Caring not about getting a mouthful, I opened my mouth to invite his tongue. After a long kiss, he got back up front and teased me like he was going to drive away.

Ahem, my clothes?

Oh, sorry, he mocked and then only tossed back my booty shorts.

All of them!

He laughed and tossed back the rest but I left off the blouse again. The halter covered me up enough and besides, the real Jim, not the grumpy clone, likes me advertising to the world that his wife is fearless.

We went into the restrooms to clean up and as we came out, we saw a state trooper rolling through slowly and shining his spot light into the parked cars. Talk about getting done just in time!

I'm going to take a pause here and let you guys know that this is the last of the sex for the rest of the story, so if you want to stop now, I won't feel bad. However, if you keep going you'll get to read about all of us ladies in the family soaking wet!

Jim was his old self again for the rest of the night. We switched off driving a little later until I got hungry and stopped at a truck stop around two a.m. I went in without the blouse so the truckers would wonder if Jim picked up a hooker, (hee hee!).

We eventually did catch up with everyone at the Hidden Lake Motel. Too bad we weren't able to stay the night. I heard the kids nearly refused to get out of the water and come in for bed.

Anyway, when we caught up, the cars were packed and all of the kids, and Pete and Ashley, were getting another swim in. Why not? It was only eight in the morning and it was already hot and humid and this was just the Florida panhandle. Wait until we turn and head south.

Naturally my outfit got baptized. Jim threw me over his shoulder and walked down to the floating dock and jumped in with me. The water felt so good soaking my skirt and my skimpy spandex outfit. Again I wished we'd been able to spend the night. There's always next time.

Where the hell did you get that top? Ashley asked me. She was wearing a turquoise tube top and blue short-shorts, very reminiscent of how the two of us would look playing out in the pond when we were younger.

Yandy, I replied. Discreetly pulling open the top of my mini-skirt in waist-deep water for her to see, I added, It's a set. See the booty shorts?

Oh my god! I've got to have one! she cried. We're typical girls and we get excited over clothes. What can I say?

Pete, she went on, calling to him, wouldn't you love to just pie me like crazy in this? Taking advantage of my distraction at her excitement, she got me and yanked my skirt down. See? It's got matching bottoms!

We don't get mad at each other. We just get even. This was probably in retaliation for me ripping off her shirt and bra during that little episode, (which honest-to-god I didn't know was being streamed on her blog). I'd think that being invited to help set up my very proper punishment, which I so richly deserved and enjoyed every bit of, would be enough. Incidentally, it's nice that that little event was brought up as it comes into play during the climax of this story arc.

Ashley! Pete yelled and I yanked my skirt back into position. Luckily we were in water deep enough to hide most of it, not that there's anything wrong with that outfit. It sort of looks like a bathing suit anyway closest thing I'll ever have to one if I have anything to say about it. Pete grabbed her around the waist, lifted her up and dunked her. She came up sputtering and laughing with her long brown hair over her face.

That was so much fun watching Pete go after her like that. When they first met, he acted like he was going to break her most of the time. He must have finally figured out that she's flipped over him and she's not going anywhere no matter what he does as long as it's just teasing and in fun.

What? Well of course Ashley got a stripper outfit. It's fluorescent green and glows under black light. What a perfect club outfit!

The girls came over, dressed pretty similarly to Ashley. Bailey especially wanted me to do everything with her slides, rope swings, and the diving board on the dock. Our relationship is sort of special and I'm going to elaborate on that when something really cute happens in a later chapter of this arc. (Don't worry. You won't have to suffer through the cuteness forever and Jim violates me every which way from Sunday! That's another southern expression.)

My parents and brothers and their wives were the only ones not in the lake.

Come swim with us! Little Brad called to Brad and Danielle. They were standing on the dock watching the rest of us swim. (Just to clarify, Brad's wife is NOT the same Danielle in the Taylor stories lol.)

No, thanks, Danielle replied but Brad looked at her and shrugged and then kicked off his sneakers and headed down the dock to go for a swim in his Dallas Mavericks jersey and running shorts.

C'mon in, mommy! Elizabeth coaxed.

No, not this morning, honey, she replied. I just fixed my hair.

She did look sort of cute. Here is a picture Brad took of her earlier.



However she knows better than to think having her hair fixed is a good enough excuse not to end up in the water in this family.

Awww! both of their kids whined.

Mom's right, Brad said. We need to get out and get dried off to get going.

Awww! they protested again. I knew better that something was up. Brad climbed up the ladder onto the dock. Danielle turned and started walking toward land but Brad ran and caught up with herand grabbed her around the waist.

No! No! No! Danielle protested, but if a guy in this family thinks you belong in the water, there isn't much you can do. Brad swung her around and threw her over his shoulder as Jim had me and with her pleas turning to the laughter that announced she'd accepted her fate, Brad flung both of them into the water in her entire outfit, belt, skirt, sandals and all.

That left four still dry. Jacob eyed Samantha. I'm not sure why, but Sammie was wearing this Hawaiian print sundress and a pair of canvas slip-ons. Everyone sort of knew that Dad's schedule built in some swim time in the morning especially since we didn't get to stay over. Maybe she wanted to be thrown in wearing them.



In any case, she reacted much the same way Danielle did. Jacob came toward her and she started backing away holding her hands out in front of her yelling, No! No! No! She turned to run still yelling like that, but only got a few steps before Jacob had her caught and then swept up in his arms. She had her eyes clenched shut and was still screaming, No! when he stopped at the edge of the dock.

No, Jake! she begged. You could see the smile on her face and the laughter cracking through her voice. You've heard how she used to be sort of a wet blanket (pun intended), but she had really lightened up.

What do y'all think? Jacob called to all of us already drowned rats in the lake. Should she go for a swim?

YES! we all replied in unison.

NO-HO! Sammie shouted to all of us.

You sure? he yelled to all of us. I don't think she wants to go.

YES! we all shot back.

C'mon in, Aunt Samantha! Carly cried.

Please? she sheepishly begged Jacob.

I'd better put her down, Jacob said, setting her on her feet, but keeping hold of her hand. I'm pretty sure she wants to keep her feet dry.

BOO! we all started to call. Sammie stuck her tongue out at us eliciting a couple of poorly aimed splashes at her.

On the other hand, Jacob said, she'll get over it, and taking advantage of her distraction with us, gave her arm a shove and sent her toppling with a scream over the edge of the dock. She splashed down unceremoniously, going under shoes and all and Jacob followed right behind her with a cannon ball in his cargo shorts, tank top and hiking sandals. They surfaced amidst all of us cheering. She looked at him with one of those half-scowl/half-grin expressions, like how you might look at a child who has done something bad but was so funny you can't resist laughing instead. That must be it! She'd finally started to look at Jacob as a naughty little boy.

She shook her head in mock disgust and immediately swam for the slide, giving herself over to the situation. She has really lightened up because she wasn't wearing a bra and the sundress clung to her nipples like a second skin. In fact, she was out of the water a lot, going to the slide and jumping off the dock and the entire dress clung to her that way. All of the guys stared. I never saw her once act like she cared. She played with her nieces and nephew and let Jacob dunk her as many times as he wanted, laughing like a nut each time.

Speaking of them, we're now pretty sure Jacob knocked Sammie up good that night before. I don't know why that's important other than I might say something about it in a later story.

That left two: Mom and Dad. Mom was wearing Croc's, tan Capri's and a blue sleeveless blouse with ruffles around the arm holes. Oh, hell! she said, and not waiting for Dad, walked straight down the dock and dove in. Dad watched her approvingly and then jogged down to join her in the water wearing his denim shorts and t-shirt.

Good thing we asked for late check out, Mom joked. She didn't embarrass too easily either as her top showed off every outline of her bra, even the print in the cups.

We finally got dried off after an hour or so in the lake and got going again. I was wearing this cute green cotton mini-dress for the rest of the trip. The caravan pulled into our hotel. For trademark purposes, I can't give the name, but it's the one with the big water wheel and where they give out Mardi Gras beads. We unpacked and walked around a bit. I was still in the cute cotton mini-dress and my Croc's. We came back to our room past the quiet pool in our cluster of buildings. I decided to let the Yankee have some fun at my expense. Besides it was really hot!

I wonder what the water is like, I commented, standing foolishly close to the edge.

I figured Jim would say something like, Here, find out, but instead he said, Now there's a set up if I ever heard one, and in the next instant his hand was shoving me between the shoulder blades and into the pool I went! The water felt marvelous!

I let Jim and the girls finish snickering and then I asked, Well, am I going to swim all by myself?

Three girls didn't need any coaxing and were instantly in the pool clothes, shoes and all. Well they saw Mom go in with her shoes, didn't they? They were either in flip-flops or Croc's anyway so it didn't hurt anything. Jim brought up the rear after clearing out his pockets and we showed some of the hotel guests we weren't afraid to have fun on the spur of the moment.

I thought Mom's top showed off a lot that morning at the lake. That dress, which was heavy t-shirt grade cotton, showed off every detail of my textured bra in the front, my bra straps and clasp in the back and every line of my panties in front and back. At least it was opaque. We played Categories with the girls and every time I was it everyone around there got to see when I climbed out. I didn't care. We were there to have fun with our kids.

They don't keep towels by the quiet pools so we crawled out and dripped back to the room. However along the way there was something I just had to do. There must have been a problem with the irrigation system that day because they had a regular sprinkler on a hose by the entrance to our building. I threatened to show you vacation photos at the beginning, but here is one of my favorites that I bet you'll like. Jim does anyway.



Sorry that things didn't get hot again by the end, but we were with the kids by then. You got to hear about me fooling with myself in the rain, giving head and flashing rednecks though. I promise if you bear with me, things will heat up and stay that way. But first I have to show you why dragging you along on vacation was important in the next chapter. We get something we need for an important event down the road. I can't tell you what that event is, but I will tell you that we even find ways to get wet and messy at Disney World. All coming up in the next chapter of Countdown to Clutch, (and I still promise that will eventually make sense).
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