My husband and I got married in the summer of 1995, a year out of college and just beginning our financial independence from our families. The wedding gifts we received were a godsent to us and we held on to many of them for more than a decade afterwards until we finally had our own money to spend. Our most expensive gift came from his rich uncle and probably cost him over $1,000 at that time. It was a digital camera. Back then digital cameras were basically unheard of, hard to believe now but if you wanted to view or print pictures in those days you had to surrender your photos to the drugstore for some random guy in a darkroom to develop for you.
This gift changed me from your average cute blonde 23 y/o (who would wear sexy clothes out from time to time) to an aspiring (maybe delusional) amateur model. The ability to view, delete, print, and save pictures on my computer opened up a world of possibilities for us. In no time at all, I was posing in my bikini and lingerie for sexy photo shoots in our little apartment.
My husband and his uncle were never very close, he was a businessman who traveled all over the country and rarely showed up for family holidays, weddings, etc. He skipped our wedding reception for example, and I had only met him one time when we were still dating in college and he happened to be in town.
The winter after we go married (Jan/Feb ’96) we decided to take a vacation to the Florida Keys to escape the frozen Midwest for a week. The roadtrip down was long but we kept it interesting as only newlyweds can. After about 10 hours of driving, most of which I napped or read a book in the passenger seat, we were somewhere between Tennessee and Georgia and it was finally getting warm enough to enjoy the weather a bit. The sun had gone down but we were planning to drive straight thru the night and arrive in the Keys sometime mid-morning.
I took the wheel so my guy could catch a few hours of shut eye. We had stopped at a gas station and I used the opportunity to secretly change into the brand new g-string bikini I was planning to surprise him with. I pulled my sweat pants and t-shirt back on to conceal the surprise. My plan was to quietly slip the clothes off while he slept so that when he woke he’d be shocked and horny ?
He fell asleep before I even merged back onto the interstate, the problem was all of this planning had made me excited. I couldn’t force myself to wait for him to wake up but the feeling of the tight fabric against my kitty was unbearable. Luckily, there was a large Sharpe marker in the center console that I used to keep me company while driving thru the desolate dark highway. I caught myself swerving into the other lanes a few times while making the marker disappear deep inside my bikini bottoms. He had always been a deep sleeper and was clearly exhausted from driving, but even still I was repeatedly catching myself moaning so loudly I thought for sure I’d woke him. I wanted so badly to get off, but kept teasing myself just to the edge. I knew if I let myself go I might crash the car, and would certainly make a wet mess in the drivers seat that I had no way of hiding.
Dawn started to break shortly after I crossed the Florida state line. When he started to come to I adjusted my bikini so that my nipples were poking out of the sides and my g-string was stretched above my hips. The look on his face was priceless! I feigned ignorance for a few seconds until we both burst out laughing. He said he was a big fan of my outfit and made me promise to wear it the rest of the roadtrip.
We needed to fill up the tank so I pulled into a 24-hour truck stop some remote place in the florida panhandle, it was probably about 5AM. I started to pull my sweats back on to gas up the car and he reminded me I promised bikini-only the rest of the trip. Normally I would have said no, but there was literally not a soul around and I was already so damn horny that I agreed. I jumped out, filled up the gas tank in my bright yellow g-string without a person around to witness it except my husband. I then knocked on the window and told him to go pay the attendant. He rolled down the window and dropped out his wallet, with a smile he pointed to the attendant’s station and told me to grab him a coffee too!
So there I was, walking thru the gas station door with just two tiny pieces of nylon covering my naked body. The bell on the door woke the guy behind the counter from what was probably a deep sleep. The old man had a scratchy gray beard that about hit the floor when he saw me walk up to the counter. He was at a loss for words. I calmly told him I was paying for pump #1 and a large cup of coffee and handed him a $20 bill (those were the days). He shyly looked at the bill and turned his head toward me in slow motion…”Miss, it will just be 5 minutes for the coffee – I ain’t put this mornin’s pot on yet”.
I froze in place and all of my sex hormones evaporated, I hadn’t planned on standing here practically naked for 5 minutes. I was about to bolt, but the old geezer seemed genuinely sweet and was hastily opening the coffee machine and dumping in grounds within seconds. He avoided looking at me directly but started to chat me up asking where I was headed and where I was coming from. Just about the time the brew had finished my husband burst into the station. “Everything OK in here?” he asked. The old man nodded agreeably and I smiled back at him, suddenly my nerves were calmed and carnal desires seeped back into my head.
“That’s good…” He winked at me with a smile. “Because I had an idea” he said as he revealed the camera in his hand. He told the attendant I was a model for a swimsuit magazine and he was my photographer. He asked if it was alright if he took some photos of me inside the gas station and out around the pumps. The smile on that old guy’s face was ear to ear. “I knew I’d seen her someplace before!” he said.
I’m not sure how much time we spend inside the gas station, maybe 5 minutes maybe 20 but it was my first “shoot” outside of our apartment. We took pictures of me bending over the cash register with the old man smiling back, pouring a coffee into the mug, and even laying on top of the service counter posing like I was on the beach. For the grand finale I took my bikini top off and pressed my boobs against the open cooler door for several shots. We waived goodbye to the old man and thanked him for being such a good sport. He handed me back the $20 bill and said the pleasure was all his.
Before getting back into the car I stripped completely, and my husband took several more pictures of me pretending to fill up the gas tank and washing the windshield. We giggled at the old man who was standing in the doorway taking in the view. A pickup truck pulled up as we were finishing with the last photos. I was naked to the world but feeling no shame so I gave the guy a smile an friendly wave as I climbed back into the passenger seat for the ride down. To our surprise the pickup driver was either still asleep or terribly shy, he avoided us completely.
This little photo session kicked off a wild rest of the Florida vacation. There were a lot of other indoor and outdoor shoots. Also, we stayed 2 nights at my husband’s rich uncle’s house (mansion) in Sarasota which was very memorable. But those are stories for another posting ?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jhi24w/23f_gstring_roadtrip_1996
Nice story. I would like to hear the Sarasota stories.