I love these "Road Trip" stories. No wonder that film directors continually return to them; so many opportunities for unforseen character interplay and impro. My own story is a little slutty, girls, hope no one minds.
Feeling stimulated by several weeks of chastity and libidinous thinking, I prepared for a road trip. Conveniently located about halfway through the four hour journey there is a secuded parking place that has a reputation as a "dogging spot." A place where people gather, usually during hours of darkness, to enjoy adult fun of a voyeuristic, exhibitionist and participatory nature. I had not yet visited such a place, but I knew of them and felt drawn by the slutty possibilities.
Giving in to the exquisite temptations, I prepared with great care. First; a long shower, followed by a thorough all over shave, paying special attention to the definition of the tufty little heart shaped mound that I've been cultivating down there. Then; standing naked before my tall mirror and relishing every moment, I indulgently annointed myself with a delightfully fragrant coconut preparation. By now completely in the mood, I layed out my outfit, so lovingly handwashed the night before.