The Motorhome Seduction - One

Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2006



“Hey bud, I need your help!” Chris blushed crimson with this admission.

“Well, . . . . . Ummmmm, sure, good buddy, whatever I can do to help.” Chris had never asked for help from Hank before during the fourteen years of their friendship, so Hank knew it had to be something serious.

“Needs to happen soon, before you get hitched, buddy. But, hey, . . . . . I . . . . . I can’t tell you over the phone. I’ll be in your town tomorrow night, can I meet you at the . . . . . ummmmm . . . . . old stomping grounds?” There was no question about where that was, they had spent hour after hour there in college.

“Whoa! The wedding is this weekend buddy. Doesn’t give me much time, does it?” Hank was concerned about this sudden impingement on his already limited timeline.

“I’ll explain tomorrow night bud. See you at 8. Hey, I really need your help! Thanks for at least just listening.”

“OooooooKay! See you there!” After hanging the phone up, Hank sat back in his chair, trying to puzzle out what in the world could be this important.





Like a little bird on a lush tree limb, Swana sat perched in the front seat of the long, sumptuous RV. The double-wide, plushly padded passenger seat was much larger than her petite little frame could ever fill. It was indeed wide enough for her to nap on, which she frequently did during their travels. Something about the motor home and its noises and movements seemed to make her eyelids droop. Her little flowered summer dress almost fit her trim little body perfectly. Almost, because the only thing about it that was not a perfect fit was the gap between the buttons sandwiched between her rollicking breasts. Today, that little gap hinted that no bra contained the swell of her ripeness, and no tan line marred their round perfection either. Her perfect olive complexion, bequeathed by her Sri-Lankan ancestry, seemed to positively glow in the bright sunlight. Every time her husband saw her in one of her thin, button-up-the-front cotton dresses (seemingly always complete with that tantalizing gap) he had to remind himself again not to stare at his well proportioned, buxom wife. Even after ten years of marriage he could not decide which part of her he liked better, her incredible cleavage, or that perfect little round bubble butt of hers that sat on top of those long perfectly formed legs. ‘How in the hell can a woman that short have legs that long?’ he had often wondered.

Suddenly Swana pointed. In her proper British accent she exclaimed “OH! LOOK darling! That man over there has broken down! Let’s do stop and help him! Would that be alright, darling?” Swana was one of those people that would help anyone, or anything. Chris recognized that she had just spotted her “latest unfortunate” to help out. He also knew from past experience that it was always best to just “get out of the way” when she had her sights set on her latest “cause.”

Chris slowed and guided the motor coach over to the side of the road. Swana unfastened her seat belt, then bounced out of her seat, swung around to the door, leaned over, opened it, and called to the man. “Hey MISTER! Might we be of help to you? Might we give you a ride or some such thing?”

The man slammed the hood of his car disgustedly. When he looked over at the pretty young thing that was calling to him, his eyes riveted instinctively on her incredible cleavage, magically suspended in a tight little thin summer dress, jiggling slightly as she breathed excitedly. Forcing his eyes up to meet hers, he turned and strode to the door of the huge RV. “Can you believe it! I’m headed for my wedding and my car breaks down! Wouldn’t you just know it?” Charlie looked mournfully at the woman who might be willing to help him make it to his wedding on time, and to his sexy bride. “Where ya’ll heading to? Maybe I could hitch a ride for a ways at least?”

Swana brightened. “OH! Well, golly! We’ve PLENTY of time! We’re just heading off on a weeks holiday! So just tell us where you are going and we will take you there!” Swana turned and smiled brightly at her husband. “WON”T we darling!” Her direct, rather imperious stare from her bedroom eyes left no question as to whether they were going to take this man directly to his wedding.

Chris rolled his eyes. “Sure babe!” He shrugged resignedly, “Climb on in man! We’re now at your service! I’m Chris, this is Swana, my always very helpful wife.” His friendly grin belied his words.

The stranger seemed delighted at his apparent change of luck. He extended his hand to the incredibly good-looking woman. Her soft little hand became engulfed by his huge strong one. “Hi! I’m Charlie. Thanks from the bottom of my heart, and the heart of my bride-to-be! You two in your RV slowin’ down were a sight for sore eyes, for sure, for sure!” Charlie trotted back to his car, got his suitcase and tux, carefully locked his car up, and hoisted himself up into the motor coach, smiling down at the good looking woman who had rescued him. His eyes marveled at Swana’s tight little ass as she stretched up to hang his tux in the closet.

Swana watched Charlie move about, putting his suitcase under the kitchen table, her onyx, almond shaped eyes caressing his physique. Her dark eyes dilated at what she saw. ‘He’s definitely in super shape! And look at those legs, will you! And, oh my! What a bum!’ Swana unconsciously licked her lips. The loose shorts and tight knit shirt the stranger was wearing showed off his rippling torso to wonderful advantage. ‘What a tight sexy little arse!’ She stepped slightly aside to allow him to pass by her in the tight quarters. His bicep grazed the soft tip of her breast. She smiled self-consciously as she felt her nipple harden at the slight insinuating caress. Blushing, she pointed at the seat next to her in the RV, indicating to Charlie where he was to sit, . . . . . . . right next to her.

Charlie courteously shook Chris’s hand, thanking him profusely for being so kind and generous with his time as to give him a ride. They briefly discussed where, exactly, Charlie needed to go, with Chris finally indicating that they should be able to be there in time if they drove straight through. Charlie again thanked Chris and Swana for their help. His smiling eyes could not help but notice the dimple of Swana’s nipple, protruding defiantly through the thin fabric of her light traveling dress. His eyes lingered at her cleavage. It seemed to him that perhaps she had unbuttoned one more button right there in the strategery of her cleavage. ‘But maybe it is just wishful thinking,’ he mused as he moved into his seat.

Charlie buckled his seat belt after settling in next to the window. Swana buckled in beside him, her tanned bare thigh touching his manly leg. She smiled her secret, fantasy driven smile as the motor coach pulled out onto the highway. Her cheeks carried a slight blush as her nose dilated, drinking in the subtle scent of his shampoo and after shave.


TBC