Shortly after high school graduation, I moved away to college.  It was hard leaving my little sister, and my total slut girlfriend behind, but I knew neither of them was coming to college with me!

After a few girlfriends that didn't amount to much, I got a letter from my slutty little blonde ex-girlfriend from my high school years (the one who would let me fist her, but not fuck her (?))  She had been in a few longer-term relationships, but nothing serious, and wanted to meet me for a weekend fling back home in the Fantasy Inn (seriously called that!).  I thought about her big firm breasts, and extra-large chocolate brown nipples, her tight ass, and nice cunt, and realized that although I wouldn't be able to meet her back home, I could invite her out to stay with me for a week. I had one roommate left, and he would be leaving soon, I thought. So I invited her out, and she said yes.

A couple of weeks later, I drove to the closest large airport to pick her up. She was a wild blonde. Her hair danced in the breeze as we walked to the car. "I love being in the West," she said. "I can feel the breeze on my nipples!!" My cock heard that and started to grow. I could tell that she had a bra on under her bright red, button-up blouse, along with tight, blue-jean shorts.

We got into my car for the 2-hour drive back to my place. A gorgeous Fall day, we put the top down on my car to enjoy all the scenery and sun. She kissed me long and hard. "What took you so long to invite me out here?" she queried. "What do you mean, you just wrote to me a couple of weeks ago." I reported back to her. "You could have come to visit me in Virginia. It is for lovers, you know!" she smiled. I smiled back at her, and we were on our way.

Barely out of the airport traffic, I watched her remove her bra from under her shirt. "What are you going to do with that?" I asked. With that, she tossed it out of the window, and I watched it lying in the highway as we sped down the road. "Oh, I won't be needing it any more!" she told me. "Why's that?" I said, my cock now beginning to rip though my boxers in an attempt to get to her. "Because this is the Wild West, isn't it??"

"Let's play a game, she said, next." "Okay" I said. "Every time we see a white car or truck, I'll unbutton one button on my blouse!" "Sounds fair to me!" I said, knowing damned well that half the cars and nearly every truck on the road was white. "What happens when all of your buttons are undone?" I said, like a little boy in the 4th grade. "I guess you will see, won't you?" she giggled. I'm not kidding when I say that probably the next 10 vehicles were white. With the wind blowing around in the car, her now naked tits were showing every time the wind would blow her shirt open, and they looked as succulent as ever. I was rock-hard. "Someone's going to see your tits if you don't button your shirt back up." I said, like a teacher to a student who didn't know better. As I was finishing my sentence, off came her whole shirt!

As if topless in a convertible wasn't enough, she decided to stand on the seat with her tits and upper body above the windshield, to show everyone her tits. It was glorious, and the truckers were all honking their appreciation. "Can this get any better?" she asked me, though the wind and her blowing hair. "Of course," I said, "you could be in just your panties!" "Oh right!" she grinned, and with that, slipped out of her shorts completely. She had no panties on.

For the next hour, on the lonelier country road, she teased and pleased passers-by with her nudity. She had everything on display until we got back to civilization. To avoid a trip to the police dept., she unwillingly put on a her shirt and shorts.