“I told you to check the air in the tires, Bill!” Annoyed, frustrated and now stranded, Bill realized he probably should have listened to his ex-wife’s advice this time. “Ok so for once you were right. Score one, you, Bonnie.” he said. “That’s the trouble with you and why we are divorcing. That’s all you want to do is keep score. You’ll never just appreciate what you have, or HAD, anyway,” Bonnie sighed and folded her arms as she sat in the passenger seat of the minivan.
They were now stuck, and of course Bill didn’t carry a spare tire because why bother? He never learned how to change a tire. How could she have married such a pansy, she wondered. “So now what?” she asked sternly. He whipped out his AAA card. “Roadside service, never leave home without it”, he tried to joke. “Brilliant Einstein. “What?” he asked. “What did I do wrong now?” Bonnie pushed her brunette bangs to the side, looked at him sarcastically and said “We are outside of cellphone range, Bill. Do you need me to draw you a map? Oh wait, you don’t carry MAPS either.” Bill’s half attempted smile faded as he realized she was again right.
It had been a long day at the lawyer’s office drawing up the divorce papers, and an even longer ride through the faded desert secluded trip home. Bonnie was as uncomfortable and discontented as she could possibly be. Stuck. Stranded, in the middle of the desert, not even halfway home, and even worse, with Bill. She used to find him so sexy. His eccentric ways, his studious intelligence. But she hadn’t realized he lacked basic common sense, then. She had married a moron. So why then did she have such a strong urge to reach over and comfort him? What would it take to finally just bring the man out in him? She didn’t hate him. And she knew he didn’t hate her. If he would just stand up and find his masculinity for once.
Oh well, what’s done is done, she guessed. It was hot and she cared not as she stripped down to her bra and underwear. “What are you doing???” Bill exclaimed. “Who’s gonna see? That vulture over there? It’s hot and I’m miserable, and we are in for a long wait. Besides, maybe some passing vehicle will eventually come by and I’ll attract their attention,” she said with not a lot of seriousness. Bill became uneasy. He was always uneasy when he saw his wife’s body. He had spent five years now wanting to please her, but always lost his nerve when it came down to losing his inhibitions. Afternoon gave way to dusk, and Bonnie’s legs had spread somewhat as she tried to find a comfortable resting position in the van.
Somebody would eventually have to drive by. At least they had water. Bonnie’s doing of course. Jackson went to reach for a bottle of water near Bonnie’s feet as she breathed loudly from her less than comfortable sleep. He couldn’t resist. It might be the last time he could touch her. He put down the water bottle and took his hand and smoothed it up her ankles, calf, and to her knee when she stirred. He skittishly jumped back and resumed his position in the driver’s seat. This time as she stretched, still apparently asleep, her legs spread even wider and he could see her pussy lips peeking out from the cotton panties. He could feel his dick getting harder. In a bold move, he released his member from his pants and started stroking it as he stared intently at her peeking cunt.
He jacked it harder, his breath obviously audible now in sequence with each stroke. Her eyes flashed open, as if she had not been asleep at all, and a sly smile spread across her lips, reaching down and parting her other lips for his horny review. The next full six hours they spent in the back of the van, Bill satisfying her like he never had before. Who’s have thought that a flat tire could save a marriage?
