It’s June — time for another road trip
Yeah, I’m still here. Figured I’d take a break for a while, and come back when I finally had something fun and on topic to post.
So, after two weeks of vacation (some vacation! poor guy got a raging sinus infection while he was away), Steve was back and ready to break my spanking fast. It was a beautiful day, sunny but not super hot, so he decided it was Road Trip time again. He picked me up at 10 a.m. and we were off to the beach in Malibu, via Topanga Canyon.
Steve is definitely testing my exhibitionist side lately. When we arrived, he found what we thought was a perfect little nook, a patch of parking right next to a small bluff of rocks that led to the water. He parked/angled the car so the passenger side was right up against the edge, and with the door open, the view was occluded to passersby. Really, it was.
Steve found a small area cut into the side of the bluff, one where he thought it would be perfect to sneak in some arty (read: naked) shots. However, before we could scope it out, another vehicle pulled up, and a young couple got out. I scrambled back into my clothes, and we waited to see what they would do. Sure enough, they climbed down onto the rocks and proceeded to shoot a bunch of pictures. Argh! We waited and waited for them to leave, but all they kept doing was changing positions. While we bided our time, we took a couple of vanilla shots…
The above area was where Steve wanted to take the naked shots, but alas, it wasn’t to be. When that couple finally seemed like they were going to leave, another large vehicle parked nearby, and spilled out an entire family — dad, two kids, and mom ready to pop kid #3. @#$%!! So much for our private nook. We piled back into his car and drove off to find another spot.
Upon selecting another place to park, we scrambled into the rear of the SUV and got into some spanking action. Damn, did I need that. I struggled a bit, my tolerance a bit rusty, but with some deep breaths and letting go, I was able to sink into my zone and embrace the pain.
I so love that moment when my brain stops screaming “Stop!” and begins pleading “More….”
Steve got a new camera, a wide-angle GoPro. I’m not sure if I like it or not. He can hold it in one hand and snap shots as we’re playing, which is neat, but some of those wide-angle shots are really bizarre. And unflattering, I think. Here’s one he loves, and wanted me to post. I think it makes me look like a big-footed freak! What do you guys think?
I like this action shot much better. Now that’s what I’m talking about… let’s get to the spankin’!
As before, we had shades up on the windshield, blocking the view, and the back windows are tinted so we could see out, but no one could see in. People came really close, too. One couple parked behind us at one point, and were taking pictures — the guy stood right at Steve’s back bumper. We were mere inches away! He couldn’t see us, but he would have been able to hear us, so we froze until he went away.
Even though it was nice and cool at the beach, the back of Steve’s SUV quickly got stuffy and warm, and he was literally dripping sweat onto me toward the end. So we reluctantly had to pull ourselves together, climb back into the front seat and head out. The AC felt amazing on the drive home, and I was blissfully tingly.
For those who have been asking about John (and thank you for doing so), he is back at work. He is tired a lot, but that’s to be expected. I had to stay home last weekend, because I had a slight cold and there was no way I was going to risk him getting it, so I’m very eager to see him tomorrow. ♥
So 2015 is half over. I’m hoping the second half will be smoother sailing…