Gearshift Stories

The slight yellow glow of sunset was filtering through the dusty windshield, the shadows dancing across the car interior. My wife was sitting beside me curled up in the front seat of our SUV, her curvy white creamy legs sliding free out of the bottom of her red summer dress. The fabric gripping up her hips as she rolled and shifted her weight in the seat. I couldn’t help stealing glances of her gorgeous curvy body, her da...