Brazers- stepfamily – The Road Trip: Raunchy RV-ing

Free-spirited hitchhiker Aria Kai is looking for a lift to L.A., and she’s willing to pull out all the stops to get a ride. When she notices Ebony Mystique and her stepfamily parked nearby, she marks boyfriend Van Wylde as the ideal one to approach, especially since Van isn’t having any luck sneaking sex with his girlfriend in the RV. When Aria gives Van an unmistakable sense of what picking her up means,Van sneaks her onto the RV, where he worships her big natural tits and fucks her… right in front of his sleeping girlfriend! With Van blowing a big load as Mystique pulls the RV to a rest stop, Aria’s smooth escape leads to yet another memorable encounter.

The most frustrating thing was waiting for a hot sunny day, so I could go out and mix with all the other casually-dressed tourists in central London, my sexy outfit not standing out unless you looked closely. Of course, the start of July was decidedly cool, even rainy, so I had to wait frustrated until the right sort of weather.

At last, during the first few days of August, the weather took a turn for the better. The first weekend was lovely, and the forecast for Monday and Tuesday was even better. So, on Monday morning, I had a quick shower, and slipped on my blouse and skirt. It felt good without underwear, especially on this warm day. I undid a couple of buttons, just to get my titties used to feeling loose and exposed; I’d undo another when I was ready to get on the tube.

I decided to try the Central Line, which is handy for where I’m living and also travels between the City in the east and the shopping streets of Oxford Street and Regent Street in the other direction. That way, it tends to get full of both City workers and tourist shoppers, and can get very crowded, which was what I wanted. I got on one of the eastbound tubes at Holborn, heading towards Liverpool Street.

The tube was crowded, and I knew that with three buttons undone anyone looking down my front would get a pretty good view of my tits, with their dark pink areola and perky nipples. I squeezed in and took hold of a support rail. There were people all around me, men and women, some of them tourists clutching maps, others presumably dressed for work, carrying briefcases and handbags. I was excited and looking forward to giving someone a flash of my breasts, but frustratingly I wasn’t sure whether anyone had seen anything yet. I glanced down inside the top of my blouse, and the view was there if anyone wanted it. But everyone seemed preoccupied; perhaps this wouldn’t be so easy after all. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d expected – or even wanted. I suppose I wanted to be sure that someone really had been ogling my breasts. Then again, it was a bit hard to tell in such a crowd whether someone behind me was enjoying the view anyway.

The tube travelled several stops, people getting on and off, squeezing past me. When it got to Liverpool Street, I decided to get off and go back in the other direction. Loads of people piled on, so it was quite a squash. I was so tightly squeezed against the back of some guy in a suit that my blouse was pressed shut anyway! But a few people got off at St Paul’s, and I managed to wiggle it open again not too obviously. Then we were back at Holborn again, and I actually caught one guy’s eye as he squeezed past me to get off – and I’m sure by the look on his face and the direction of his gaze that he got an eyeful. He looked back at me as the doors closed; probably wishing he’d stayed on for another stop! That was more like it.