Ida Gets Wet - Part 1

Ida is a shy exhibitionist. She and her husband Art enjoy letting her show her twat to truckers on long trips. But so far, that’s usually pretty much the extent of her exhibitionism. They do this several times a year, and it spices up their sex life. It also has the added benefit of making her wet, since she is in her sixties and has started to dry up a bit. Art tells her that her juices smell totally different on their “outings” than at home.

“Darker and spicier“, he says, “like when we watch porn, only much, much stronger.” They were planning an “outing” on their way to the beach over Memorial Day weekend, and Art was dreaming up something special.

Sometimes when they watch porn in bed, Ida will wear one of Art’s stretched out sleeveless undershirts. Ida is somewhat diminutive, so the shirt is more like a mini dress for her, only with thinner fabric, and Art loves how it makes her look. He had recently bought a couple of new packages of undershirts, and, as they had not yet been worn, they were not stretched out. One night after they made love, he asked Ida to try one on. When she did, he was completely breathless. He’d only seen her in his older, stretched out shirts, but this new one clung to her body like a second skin. It showed her narrow waist and ample breasts in a way he’d never imagined. And so his plan was born.

“Ida would you do something for me on the way to the beach?”

“What do you mean” she asked, hearing a certain tone in his voice.

“Well, as we’ve discussed, our outings are going to come to an end soon, because our cars can no longer be trusted for long trips, and I thought maybe…” Art paused, unsure as to betray just how much he’d like this to happen.

“What?” asked Ida.

Art asked, “Well, do you remember when we were driving through Kansas last year, and you agreed to put on the thin print dress with nothing under it?“ Ida remembered it well. The dress was almost, but not quite see-through, although they had taken a photo of her in the sunlight, to assure her that it was not unseemly transparent. On that trip, he had wanted her to wear it all day, but she refused. She compromised by agreeing to put it on for a couple of hours partway through the day. And when she walked out of the bathroom at the rest area, she had never felt so naked. She felt like everyone could see her body clearly. Of course, it made her soaked, which she grudgingly admitted when they got back in the car.

Now, she thought he was asking for a replay, though the print dress had actually made her hot and sticky and uncomfortable (not down there, it was mostly her back). Ida liked her dresses to be comfortable, even if she were flashing truckers with the hem raised above her navel.

“I really don’t want to wear that one again” she said, “It was too hot”.

“I’m not asking for that”, he said “but something just a bit riskier”. A thrill went through Ida’s body, though she was almost too nervous to ask.

“So what do you want?” she finally asked meekly.

“Well," said Art, "I was thinking, wondering, and hoping I could talk you into changing into one of my new undershirts, just from one rest area to the next”. Ida was quiet for a while, thinking. She had been a little cranky with Art lately, but this seemed too much to ask.

“Can I think about it” she asked.

“Of course” said Art, glad that she would even consider it. As Ida thought about wearing that undershirt in public, she could feel herself becoming flushed. She realized that the very idea was arousing to her. But could she possibly overcome her natural shyness, to be so overtly sexual in public? No, she told herself, that’s not fair. Not sexual, but more revealing than she had ever been. Her breasts would be clearly outlined, her nipples would likely be erect and prominent and her pubic hair might be seen through the thin fabric.

As if he were reading her mind, Art said “Look, it would just mean walking from the restroom to the car, and then from the car to the restroom at the next rest area. It would be like in Kansas, and you admitted afterward that wasn’t so bad. And anyway, the real point is, we may never get a chance to do something like this again”.

He let that point sink in. By now Ida knew that this was something that meant a great deal to Art, and she weighed how embarrassed she’d feel against the specter of disappointing her husband, whom she adored.

“Just one rest area to the next?” she asked.

“Yes, and you can pick the rest areas, if you like” he said, almost disbelieving that she would do it. She paused and thought for awhile.

“Okay” she said finally, “but if we ever have more outings, I won’t do it again”

As the day of their departure came near, Ida got increasingly nervous about it. Art had taken a picture of her in the shirt in the bright sunlight, to show her that it wasn’t as thin and see-through as she was afraid it would be, but it was just so damned clingy. As they looked at the photo on her laptop, she got that familiar tingling at the thought of strangers possibly seeing her that way.

“It’ll just be a short walk” she reminded herself. “Maybe no one will even notice. And it’s not like lots of other women don’t go noticeably braless in public during warm weather.”

On the morning of the trip, Ida was full of butterflies. They were planning on flashing truckers in one of her sun dresses anyway, but this was another hurdle for her shy side. She got the undershirt and put it in her bag. She had decided to wait until mid-afternoon to change, when it was hotter.

“Maybe my nipples won’t show as much” she hoped to herself, but a little voice inside said “You’re gonna be aroused. They’ll show alright.”

When they got to the interstate, Ida took her panties off and put them in her bag. It was a warm morning, and the sun felt good on her legs as she pulled the hem of her dress above her pubic hair. She sat casually with her legs spread just a bit, as they passed several truckers. A couple of them sped up to stay for a longer look, and when Art paced them, Ida began to get aroused. One trucker showed particular interest, so Ida laid her seat back and spread her legs to show him her bush and her lips. Art liked to dip a finger into her twat afterward to measure her wetness.

“You smell spicy already, Ida” he said, ”Have you been anticipating today’s activities”?

“Yes, you know I have” she replied. “I always do.”

After a morning of flashing, Ida was already feeling flushed. As they stopped for an early lunch, Art asked ”How about leaving your panties off while we eat? That dress is plenty long enough to cover you when you sit”

Ida considered it and agreed to go commando. Art’s point about this possibly being their last outing made her loathe to disappoint him. But in the air conditioned restaurant, she was acutely aware of the wetness between her legs, which she kept close together.

Back on the road, an hour or so later, Ida saw the sign: Rest Area 2 miles. This was the one she had picked. It was on a lesser traveled part of the interstate in a rural area, which is why she chosen it. She began to feel what she called “trembly” and her mouth was dry.

As they pulled into a parking spot, Art said “I’m going to stay in the car and watch you from here.” He had peed a few miles back when they gassed up.

Ida took her bag and got out of the car. Art had parked near the end of a narrow sidewalk leading up to the restrooms. She walked up two or three concrete steps, started up the walk, and saw that there were two middle aged men sitting on a bench by the walkway eating sandwiches. They were decent looking and were wearing shorts and work shirts with their names embossed, “Jake” and “Brent”. Their logos showed that they worked for Atlas Moving Lines and as she walked by them they spoke pleasantly.

“Oh Lord” thought Ida, “I’ll have to walk right by them on my way back to the car”. At least they were clean and decent looking. Ida went into the restroom and entered a stall. She sat and took several deep breaths before peeing, then Ida sighed and took her sundress off.

“Well, it’ll just be one time” she thought, and pulled the undershirt over her head. “I’m doing this just for Art” she reminded herself, ignoring the fact that she was doing it for a part of herself as well. As she passed the mirrors she glanced at her reflection. She had to admit, though she wouldn’t tell Art, that she thought her body looked pretty damned good in the undershirt.

As Ida walked back into the sunlight, she felt her nipples straining against the fabric, despite the warm afternoon. She hoped the truckers would be engrossed in conversation and wouldn’t take notice of her. No such luck. As she approached them, she saw they were both checking her out. She blushed and kept her eyes down and remembered Art’s only stipulation: “You don’t have to saunter, but don’t rush back to the car.” She tried to walk past them at a measured pace.

“Ma’am can you tell me the time” the man whose shirt said Brent asked. By now she was almost next to them.

She glanced at her watch and told him “It’s 1:25” and intended to keep walking.

Then the other driver, Jake asked “Ma’am, can I tell you something?” Ida stopped, raised her eyes and looked at him. She was expecting to see a leer, but what she saw in his eyes was all admiration, pure and simple.

“Ma’am, we noticed your nice legs on your way in to the bathroom. You looked good in that sundress. But in what you’re wearing now, I can see just how amazing your body is. I can only hope that my wife will look half as good at your age. May I be rude and ask how old you are?”

“Well, I’m in my sixties” Ida said, realizing that she was blushing. They both laughed in total disbelief.

“Sixties!”, said Brent, “Hell, you look a sight better than my wife does now and she’s 38!”

“That’s the best body I’ve ever seen on a woman in her sixties”. Jake added “And you have a real “woman’s” body…just look at you: full breasts, narrow waist, just a bit of swell to your belly, bigger hips and slim legs. And best of all, to me, unshaven. Whether you know it or not, lady, you are a knockout.”

Ida blushed again, but now that she realized she wasn’t being ogled she relaxed just a little, though it was unsettling to think that they could see her pubic hair through the shirt. She suddenly wondered what Art was thinking of her stopping to talk to two strangers, dressed as she was. She knew he would be pleased, not only at her boldness, but her courage to interact.

“I bet he’s leaking like crazy” she thought. She looked at the two of them smiling and watching her and she thought to herself “I never pictured truckers to be so…I don’t know, so real, and polite, and most of all not leering.” Ida noticed with a start that she was staring at Jake’s obvious erection, and she could see a wet spot on his khaki shorts.

That brought her daydreaming attention back to the present. How long had she stood there and let them look?

“You are both too kind” she said, finally, “But I appreciate the compliments.” She was distracted by the realization that she felt a tiny strand of her juices rolling down the inside of her right thigh. Before they could notice it she laughed nervously and said “Y’all have a nice day” and turned to walk to the car.

“You have made our day very nice already“ said Brent.

“Your husband is an extremely lucky man” Jake called to her as she walked away. He had noticed her wedding ring.

As Ida walked back towards the car, she realized “That wasn’t so bad. In fact I kinda liked it!” She was proud of their polite attention, and mostly, ever so glad that they hadn’t ogled her. Art told her constantly how great she looked, but it was very different coming from total strangers. As she walked she could feel how soupy her twat had become. No wonder she was dripping down her leg. She could see Art in the car and he had gotten the camera out and was taking pictures of her as she walked. She smiled at him. No, actually she had a shit eating grin on her face that wouldn’t go away.

As Ida got to the top of the steps, Art got out and walked to meet her. She could see his erection poking out of the leg of his shorts, and when she was still a few feet away, he exclaimed “Holy shit, Ida, I can smell you from here!” Ida blushed and immediately wondered if Brent and Jake had smelled her, too. She had stood not three feet away from them, so it was certain that they likely had. Tingling with that thought, she waited as Art opened her door and let her in the car. She made sure to give him a good look at her lips.

Art was expecting her to be wet, but he was unprepared for what he saw. Ida’s already large pussy lips were swollen larger than he’d ever seen them. And he could see that she was leaking profusely. There was a trail of her juices running down her leg. “Good thing we have the pillowcase” he said as he chuckled. They brought along a pillowcase on their outings to put beneath her so she wouldn’t get her dress or the car seat wet. Art had already laid it out for Ida.

Art got back in his seat and cranked the car.

“Wait just a few minutes” said Ida, “I want them to leave here first.”

“Okay” said Art, guessing what she had in mind, “let me take some pictures of your twat. I’ve never seen it quite that wet. And then I want to hear what they said to you” Ida turned and faced Art in her seat. She spread her legs toward the camera, and raised her knees.

“Ida, check out your clit!” Art said excitedly, “It’s bigger than I’ve ever seen it.” Ida looked down. Her clit was indeed more engorged than even she herself had ever seen. Ida’s hood was smaller than many women so her clit poked out often, but usually it was pea sized. She hardly recognized the shiny, deep red, marble sized protuberance. Her hood was stretched tight against it, and she thought to herself “If I touched myself anywhere near it, I think I’d come in a heartbeat.” She suddenly realized that she was literally aching to come.

But coming would have to wait. They sat for a few minutes in the car, while Ida told Art about Jake and Brent and what they had said to her. When she paused Art said “Ida, I love you so much. Thank you for going along with my idea. I was so proud of you and when you stopped to talk, I was hard as a rock, and leaking so much I had to use a tissue so I wouldn‘t make a wet spot on my shorts or the seat” he continued, “Now will you believe me when I say what a killer body you have?”

“Well, I guess maybe it’s a little easier to believe now” said Ida. “I think I just saw them pull out. Let’s go catch up with them”.

As they pulled out of the parking spot, Ida asked Art “Did you get pictures of me talking to the truckers?”

“Yep, said Art, “I used the steering wheel to steady the camera and zoomed way in. I could see how hard your nipples were. What were y’all doing when you just stood there and none of you were talking?”

“I was actually lost in thought, wondering what you were thinking” said Ida “and imagining your erection dripping. Then I was musing that I’d never known that truckers could be so polite and nice. Did I stay that way for long?”

“Long enough that they were looking at each other wondering what you were doing, and then back at you again… I guess 30 seconds or so. I was amazed that you stayed.“ Wow, I really gave them a good look,” said Ida. “But nothing like what I expect they’ll see when we catch up to them.” laughed Art.

As they pulled onto the ramp, Art said, “That took care of my fantasy. Now it’s time for yours‘.” Ida knew what he was talking about. For a long time she had been having what’s called “sexsleep”. It was akin to sleepwalking, but Ida masturbated in her sleep and didn’t wake up when she came. When Art first told her about it, she was disbelieving, but after she looked it up on the web, and found out it was real, she started thinking “well maybe I did…my legs and butt muscles are sore sometimes in the mornings”.

Art told her that as she came, she would cry out things like “He can see me!“ and “They’re watching me” He knew that masturbating for truckers was a long held fantasy for Ida, though she had yet to act it out. Until today.

As Brent and Jake walked to their truck, they discussed what had happened. “Damn that was hot” said Brent “and she just stood there letting us watch her”.

“She must have been super aroused by stopping to talk to us. I could smell her” said Jake, “and I caught her staring at my stiffy”.

“Yeah, I smelled her too, said Brent, “and did you catch that she had a little drip of juice running down her leg? God that was sexy”

“Yeah, well she wasn’t the only one dripping” answered Jake as they climbed back into the rig. It was Jake’s turn to drive. As he cranked the truck, he said “I’m gonna go slow and hope they catch up. Maybe from the car, she’d be brave enough to show us a little more.”

As they were catching up to the Atlas truck, Art thought a minute. “Ida, would you get my bed pillow from the back seat and put it under you?” It would raise you up so they could see better. I know it’s not really comfortable to do it for long, but I’m guessing you won’t take long. Besides, you‘ve already soaked that other pillowcase.” The spot on the pillowcase had indeed grown to almost 4 inches around and was bugging her. It felt wet and cold with the AC blowing. So Ida agreed, even though it would put pressure on the backs of her thighs.

“Well, if I’m gonna do it at all, they might as well have the best view I can give them” she said.

When Art and Ida flashed truckers, they often teased just a bit by passing slowly with her legs on the dash, but her muff mostly covered. They would then gradually show more and more if the driver were interested. This time though, Ida was aching to come. And she already knew they would be interested. She said “I’m going to start out laying back with my legs spread. After they get a nice look at my twat, I’ll start rubbing.”

Art could see the Atlas truck up ahead. He slowed for a moment to let a couple of faster cars in the left lane clear through. But luckily, Ida had chosen well. The rural area they were in was light with traffic, as it was a weekday, so as they approached the truck, the rear view was empty. His plan was to hang back letting the driver look at Ida in his mirror first before pacing next to the cab.

As they neared the range of Jake’s side mirror, Ida laid her seat back and spread her legs wide. The pillow under her ass made her hips and pussy thrust upward lewdly. Often Ida couldn’t smell herself, even when Art could, but she realized that now, even she could strongly smell her scent of arousal in the car. She saw that Jake had his window down and she was glad. She wanted to watch his face as he looked at her. She hadn’t told Art about seeing his erection, but she would later. She also noticed a huge side window on the sleeper. “I hope Brent’s up there watching as well” she thought. Their polite words and actions made her want them to be the ones to fulfill her fantasy.

Jake saw their car in the mirror as it approached the rear of the trailer. He said “Brent, hop up in the sleeper, I think she’s showing.” Brent moved up quickly and opened the side window. Jake’s last rig had a sleeper that always felt stuffy, so he had paid extra for an oversize window that had a slider. “Yeah, she’s showing” said Jake excitedly, as Ida came into view, “her lips are huge! Damn, what a woman!”. He heard the sound of Brent’s zipper and knew his buddy would be wanking. Jake wouldn’t join in while driving. He was afraid of losing control of the rig. He hoped his turn would come later. All the same he unzipped his shorts and pulled himself free. He was already leaking again.

Even lying down, Ida could see the grin on Jake’s face in the mirror as he hungrily looked at her. As wet as she was, that look made her even wetter. She could feel her juices running down into her “pucker” as Art called her little bunghole. After a staying at mirror view for moment, Art pulled up even with the cab. He held the car steady and got as far right in his lane as he could. He was not joining Ida, so he could pay attention to the lane and his driving. When they flashed, he was always aware of keeping control of the vehicle. He knew from experience that if he just kept his speed steady, the truckers would adjust however they needed.

As they pulled up next to the cab, Ida looked up. She could see Jake’s huge grin, but it took her a moment looking back into the over sized window to realize that Brent was in the sleeper on his knees with his hand around his cock, watching her and pumping slowly. That’s all the inspiration she needed (if she needed any at all). Her right hand was on her right thigh and she let it creep up slowly toward her twat. She watched for their reaction. Jake nodded furiously, and Brent leaned forward to show her his hard-on. He saw what Jake meant about Ida’s pussy lips being huge and swollen. His own wife had small lips, so he wasn’t use to seeing this in person.

Ida’s hand reached it’s destination. She touched her dripping slit, and gathered juices on her fingers. Glancing back up at the truckers, she gently rubbed herself, staying away from her swollen clit. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to tease herself before she came. As she looked up at Brent, she could see he was now very swollen and hard, and he had sped his hand up. She started to match his timing with her own hand, glancing back and forth from one driver to the other. She fought to keep her eyes open, wanting to see their reactions. Then it hit her, just what she was doing: She was masturbating for two strange men.

At that point, Ida’s body just took over. It was as if someone else’s hand was moving on her, and she wondered at the sensation briefly, before she felt the deepest urge she had ever experienced. From way within her a storm was building. She tried her best to just let it take her (not that she had much of a choice). Her fingers got closer and as she rubbed around and over her clit, her hips started coming up off the pillow. She glanced again at the truckers, and began to moan and tremble. Jake’s mouth was hanging slack, and his eyes were smoldering. When she looked back at Brent, she saw him begin to spurt, some of it coming right out the window. That did it.

“Oh God, I’m letting them watch me come” screamed Ida, as she entered the delicious throes of the most memorable orgasm of her life. It seemed to go on, and on, and her groans were so loud that Art thought he might come without touching himself. She was not usually a groaner, except in those dreams, but never this loudly. Ida caught her breath, closed her eyes, and kept rubbing. Number two followed quickly, and as she went for her third, she looked back up at the truckers. Jake gave her a thumbs up and blasted his horn. Ida and Art grinned broadly. She couldn’t see Brent, and she thought he must be cleaning up. Looking straight into Jake’s eyes, and groaning loudly, Ida had her third orgasm. She could see in his eyes just how excited she had made him. For the first time, she felt in every cell of her body the exchange of sexual energy between exhibitionist and voyeur. She wanted Jake to watch and he wanted to see her come. She wondered at the synergy of it all. Suddenly, she realized with more than a touch of guilt that she was forgetting about her husband.

Art was ready to burst, but he had done a great job keeping the car steady. His erection was sticking straight up out the large leg hole of his cotton knit shorts, with the crotch pulled to one side. Ida asked if he wanted her to suck him off. Like he’d say no, she laughed to herself. She unbuckled and got on her knees, leaned over and gently put him in her mouth, aware that the truckers would be looking at her ass and her upturned twat, since the undershirt had ridden up her backside.

“Like a wild female animal presenting“, she laughed to herself. She spread her knees a little to steady herself, wondering about the trucker’s view of her dripping pussy and engorged clit.

Art couldn’t take her soft mouth around him for long, but he wanted to stretch it out. He asked Ida to stay where she was, but take him out of her mouth for just a moment. Her hand was around the base of his cock and she squeezed him gently. His right hand drifted over her ass and he dipped into the wettest pussy he’d ever felt. He sawed his first two fingers in and out gently, amazed at her arousal.

Art pulled his fingers out of her twat. Ida had her left ear against his belly and his hard cock was against her right cheek. Idly at first, he teased her “pucker”. His fingers were wet and slippery and so was her pucker. He put the tip of his first finger against it. Ida totally surprised Art and herself, as she groaned and pushed back against his finger. As it easily went into her nether hole, she mewed “Oh God, Art, that feels great”. She started groaning and pumping against his finger, amazing herself. Ida had never had anal sex, and didn’t think she ever would like it. Art had occasionally put his finger in her ass while making love, and it never did much for her, though just the idea of it drove him crazy and usually made him come.

Art was in disbelief at Ida’s reaction. Before he could even warn her, he exploded onto Ida's face, The first huge spurt when way up in the air, and landed on her forehead and hairline. Most of the rest went on her right temple and cheek. And a lot landed in her hair. She even felt some dripping off her right ear. Excited by the force of his orgasm, and her own bold anal stimulation, Ida suddenly wanted to come again. As Art removed his finger and patted her butt, she told him “Maybe I’ll change my mind one day about anal.”

“ Yeah, I guess maybe before, you weren’t turned on enough” said Art.

Ida spun around and got back on the pillow. She offered the box of tissues to him, but Art wasn’t worried about cleaning up just now. Besides, most of his come was on Ida's sweet face. As Ida grinned up at the truckers, she was surprised to see that Brent was now driving. She could see Jake clearly in the sleeper, cock in hand, as the sun was now shining in on him. He was very thick, but not as long as Art. Art said, “Ida, I brought your vibe, it’s in the glove box.” She had never used the vibe in the car or in front of anyone but Art.

“Another hurdle” she thought as she twisted it on.

Jake told Brent “We’re the luckiest truckers to ever drive. She wants us to watch her make herself come again, this time with her husband’s come running down her face. Shit, that’s the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve seen in my life“.

Brent said “I just wish she show us her tits” and looking down at Ida, he smiled broadly, caught her eye, and made a motion for her to lift her shirt.

Ida saw Brent’s gesture, and thought a second. She’d never shown the girls to a trucker, though Art had often encouraged her to. She left the vibe in her slit (though it slipped right out) and raised herself up and pulled the undershirt over her breasts, and up around her neck. Brent gave another blast on the horn and Jake stopped pumping to give her two thumbs up. Ida looked at the girls and saw her nipples were hard as stones.

She put the vibe back in her slit and started rubbing her clit with her other hand and she pistoned the vibe in and out. “Art, I’m not feeling it much,” said Ida, “I guess I’m too wet.”

Art had prepared, just in case. “Reach under your seat, and get the bag there”, he said. Ida pulled out a paper bag, and inside found the first dildo they had ever bought. It was a vibrating latex cock, and every time she had tried, it was just too big, even with lots of lube. Now she put it at the edge of her lips and rubbed it around to get her juices on it. To Ida’s total surprise it slid in easily and she turned it on low.

Ida felt some of Art’s come about to drip in her eyes, so she grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyebrows. But she left the rest. She knew from Art that he found it extremely sexy when she masturbated with his come on her face. Now she wanted very much to show that to Brent and Jake. She turned her attention to the dildo. It felt great, filling her up, and she relaxed and luxuriated in the sensation. She was getting close to coming again already. As she slowly worked it in and out she looked again at the truckers. Brent was grinning like crazy and Jake’s hand was a blur. She noticed that he was pumping with his left hand and she smiled at that. Art was left-handed too.

As Jake looked down at Ida, he too, realized that he was close. He watched her husband’s come dripping off her jaw onto the bunched up undershirt. That sent him over the edge. He tried to grab a towel, but he was too late. His first spurt plastered the edge of the sliding window and started running down. The next flew out the window opening and he thought at first it would land on Ida’s window, but the wind caught it. But he saw Ida’s eyes get wide as he came, and saw her hips coming off the pillow again.

Ida’s eyes indeed got big as she watched Jake come. As he spurted onto the window of the sleeper, she felt her orgasm beginning. She kept her eyes open and saw another huge spurt. It looked like it would land on her window, and she was disappointed when the wind took it. Her hips came off the pillow, and she got totally numb. As if in a dream, she heard herself saying “God, I made them both come” as she humped the dildo. Her orgasm went on and on, and she looked them both in the eyes as she came. Finally, she was spent and she closed her eyes for a bit. She took the dildo out, and pulled her shirt down.

Just in time, as it happened, because before too long they saw a sign: Rest area 1.5 miles. She wondered if she could walk that soon.

Art said “there’s another one in an hour“. Ida didn’t want to wait that long. His come would dry in her hair. She took some tissues and wiped as much as she could off her face and neck. She could feel it in her hair, and thought “What a sight I’ll be going into the bathroom”. But somehow, she wasn‘t worried about that now. She wondered if Brent and Jake would stop as well. Art sped up and signaled to get over.

This time Art was walking with her on the way in. An older couple they passed stared at them until the wife gave him an elbow to the ribs. Ida wondered if they could tell she had come in her silvery hair. Oddly, the thought made her feel naughty, instead of embarrassed. She could feel her nipples against her shirt, and wondered if they had ever been so hard for so long.

“Can you still smell me?” she asked Art. He laughed hard. By now she knew very well that not only he could, but anyone nearby. As they got to the door, they saw a teenage boy looking at Ida’s nipples with his eyes big as saucers. “Be proud, Ida” Art whispered, and unbelievably, she was.

As Art came out of the men’s room he saw Ida, back in her sundress, her hair wet from rinsing out his come. She was talking to the truckers. As he walked up, they thanked him for sharing his lovely wife’s body with them. “Hell, thank her” he said.

“We already have” they both said. “We’ll remember this the rest of our lives” Jake said. Ida thought to herself “They aren’t the only ones.” She also had a stray thought about the word “re-member” and smiled to herself at her little pun.

“Should we send you the photos?” said Jake. Ida panicked. She hadn’t seen them taking any.

“Oh no!, You took pictures? Couldn’t you just destroy them? she asked meekly.

“Oh, don’t worry.” said Jake, “we’d never put them on the web, they’re just for our viewing pleasure alone.

“Jake, promise me that only you and Brent will EVER see them“, Ida begged. He could see that she was near tears. “I promise. I give you my word. But don’t you wonder what you looked like from our truck?”

“Well, I certainly do, said Art. Here’s my email. I’ll take your promise, but if I ever see them posted, I’ll have your jobs.”

"Don’t worry” said Brent. “We’re nice guys, remember?”

“Ok, I believe you", said Ida, still feeling nervous about it.

“Goodbye guys. Maybe we’ll see you again down the road”. Ida took Art’s arm and walked to the car. A few people looked their way but Ida hardly noticed. She was quiet for a long time in the car and Art knew her well enough to just let her digest things. Finally, she turned to him and said “Well, we both got what we wanted today. And I‘ll have to admit that I‘m curious to see how I looked.“

“Yeah, me too”, said Art, “and Ida, if we have photos, perhaps we don’t even need to have another outing.” “I hadn’t thought of that”, she said. “But I broke some barriers today. Maybe there are more still to break”. Art beamed. He had never felt so much love for his wife in all their years.