A drive in the country

[moptop]

It was a lazy, sunny day; a beautiful day to do nothing, just lie soaking up the sun like a cat. I stretched luxuriously, bemused by the heat.

I enjoyed thinking of the cool, dark interior of the house, and wondered if I could be bothered to get up and go inside to cool off. But there was no need. Just at that moment, I heard Greg’s footsteps coming down the corridor, his sandals flip-flapping on the terracotta tiles; the patio door slid open.

“Hey, come on, let’s go for a drive!”

“Mmmmhh?” I turned my head towards him, and squinted my eyes open just a little. “Why do you want to do that, honey? It’s so nice here.”

“I’m bored. Come on, up you get, we’re going out.”

I opened my eyes a little wider to gauge him. “Really, really?”

“Right now. And put on that little safari type dress you’ve got. You know, the one that buttons all down the front.”

OK. I’d gauged him. This was not a suggestion. I started to sit up, sun-stunned and slow, trying to get my brain into gear. He didn’t like me not snapping to it when he told me to do something.

He turned to go back, but stopped at the doorway. He looked at me with a grin.

“Oh, and nothing else. Nothing at all.”

As Greg disappeared inside, I stared after him with that familiar dryness of the throat and wetness of the pussy taking me over. He obviously had plans.

It probably took me longer to take my bikini off, than to put my simple little dress on. It was a plain, linen dress, khaki, stopping just above the knees. Really, it was rather like a long, shaped shirt, with short sleeves. And the buttons all the way down… he did like those buttons. And I love feeling so available to him, when I go out wearing just a dress and nothing underneath.

I stopped just to brush my hair, and padded quickly downstairs in my bare feet, out to the front where he was waiting. He started the engine as soon as I appeared, and pushed the passenger door open for me with a smile.

We set off, the aircon blowing us cool as we drove down the tree-lined streets out of town. Greg took us out onto the main road to the next town, 50 miles of almost straight track. He put on a heavy rock CD that just demanded speed, and put his foot down. We didn’t talk, just relaxed into the drive.

After a couple of miles, he glanced sideways at me.

“Undo your top button, sweetie. I want to see those lovely tits.”

I giggled and undid it slowly, pushing my breasts forward and pulling the shirt open a bit to make sure he got a good view of my ample cleavage.

“Very nice,” he told me. “But – I can’t see enough. Undo the next one, too.”

I glanced out of the window, suddenly aware of the cars coming in the other direction. I reasoned with myself that they couldn’t really see anything. Then a big rig went past. The driver was a big, beefy guy, one arm out of the window of the cab, and he looked right down into the car as he drove by.

“They can see!” I protested.

“Hey – give them a good time. You’ll never see them again.”

I sat hesitating. In front of Greg, I have no shame; but in front of others, I find it very difficult to expose my body.

“It’s alright, baby,” Greg encouraged me. “I’ll enjoy it; you’ll enjoy it; and the one or two people who might get a second’s glimpse of you as they go by? They’ll enjoy it too, you know.”

Nervously, I undid the next button. This time I did it slowly not from flirtation, but because my fingers were awkward. I blushed as I exposed my breasts fully. I leant back in my seat, feeling a little silly and very self-conscious. Another truck went by, and this time I saw the guy get an eyeful. Our eyes met for just a moment, and a big grin spread across his face. He hooted like mad as he drove away from us.

I burst out laughing and suddenly felt really proud of my tits. They’re big and bouncy and beautiful – why not show them off! I felt strangely safe, enclosed in our little mobile world. There was as space between me and these strangers in their own little worlds. They might see me. They might not. Somehow, I didn’t mind.

Greg joined in with my laughter.

“There, see? It’s not so difficult, is it?” I turned and smiled happily at him, shaking my head.

“Put your feet up on the dash.”

I was a bit startled, but did as he said.

“No, spread them. I want your pussy open.”

I swallowed. And spread. He reached his near-hand over and started to feel my pussy and rub my clit. My lips parted with pleasure, but at the same time, I began to freeze up again. Tits is one thing… but letting people see me with my legs open and his hand up my pussy?

“You’re such a little slut, I love it. You’re wet as anything.”

Oh, this was so true. I had to admit it to myself – I was totally turned on; but also a little concerned.

“Are you – um – ooh, that’s nice – is it safe for you to drive like this?”

“You let me worry about the driving. You trust me, don’t you?”

His fingers circled my clit, rubbing just how he knows I like it, and I slid down a little in the seat and let my knees flop out sideways as far as possible, so I could really let him get at me properly.

“Yes, of course I do. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have questioned you.”

His eyes were on the road almost all the time. It was a straight line. He was going fast, but not too fast. There was no-one close in front of us; no-one close behind us. I trusted him.

“Open your dress up completely. I want to be able to see you.” He took his hand away, putting it up to his nose to breathe in my odours, then licking his fingers. This left me squirming. At this point, I frankly didn’t care what the other motorists thought. I undid the five buttons that remained, my hands shaking slightly now with desire.

I lay exposed, drinking in my own near-nakedness, enjoying the contrasting sensations of the ice-cold air blowing across my flesh on the one-hand, and the sun’s heat through the glass making my skin glow on the other. Greg reached over and started to play with me again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, with a slight huskiness to his voice. “I’m going to make you cum just like that.”

Despite how aroused I was, I panicked a bit.

“Greg, no, you can’t! Not here, like this!”

“Hush, baby.” He put a finger in my pussy and moved it gently in and out. “Lie back. Enjoy it.” He put a second one in, and began to curl and uncurl them in a beckoning motion. I began to push back at them, the pleasure nudging aside my fears. “People are going to see you – but they won’t be able to see any detail, you know that. All most people can see is your face.”

He pressed the heel of his hand against my clitoris and began to move it in a circle, pressing quite hard. I half-closed my eyes and began to make little moaning noises. “I want them to see your face in ecstasy. I want them to see the shape of your cry as you cum. I want them all to be jealous as hell. Because they will be.”

He continued to finger-fuck me, and I felt the orgasm welling slowly up in me. I gripped the edge of my seat so I could move in time with his hand, rubbing myself up against him and whimpering. The abandon of my exposed body just added to my excitement.

“Please! Greg,” I whispered.

“Not yet, baby. When I say.” I twisted and stretched my legs out even wider, all care thrown to the winds. Despite the awkward angle, he managed to get his thumb onto my clit and I yelled with pleasure.

“Cum now, baby! Cum right now for me! God, yes, that’s so good!” My body arched in ecstasy, almost a delirium of pleasure. I was totally unconscious of the outside world, aware only of the waves and pulses of orgasm that pounded through me.

“Open your eyes! Look outside!”

With difficulty, I dragged them open. On the opposite side, the tail end of a troupe convoy was trundling slowly by. Greg hadn’t slowed down, but their own snail’s pace meant they must have taken a good long time to get past us. Whooping, grinning young men hung out of the trucks and lorries, vans and buses, waving and banging on the sides. Their shouts came through to me now, as the throes of my orgasm ebbed. Hollering of “Yeah, baby!” and “Way to go!” echoed by.

I came suddenly to, in a rush of consciousness and embarrassment. I was going to curl up, cover up, but Greg gripped my pussy with an iron hand. The next moment, the convoy was behind us, the road was empty once again. He relaxed his grip, and I rounded furiously on him.

“Greg, how could you! I trusted you! You know how hard I find exposing myself! That’s the first time, the first time ever I’ve done anything like that, and you have me cum in front of a whole goddamn regiment, for Christ’s sake!” I tried to wrap my dress around me, and found myself on the verge of tears; tears of anger, humiliation and distress. “I – I’m never going to be able to trust you again!”

Greg was silent for just a moment. He was remarkably calm. I couldn’t work out what was happening; I was furious, but this wasn’t like him.

“That,” he said finally, “Was my regiment. The boys going out on active duty. And maybe not coming back. And that,” he held up the hand that had so recently given me such pleasure, “Was my going away present to them. Or rather, you were. You were the best present they could possibly have had. You were magnificent, beautiful, sexy and desirable. They will all remember that, and they will all smile when they remember. That memory won’t die.”

I was simply dumbfounded. My anger didn’t disappear, but other feelings overwhelmed it. I felt a great outpouring of love and sympathy for Greg. I felt a certain sense of awe, too, to have been able to give such a gift. But I was still so confused.

“Oh, Greg - ” I turned away from him, not knowing how to react. “Look, I know how much this must have meant to you. But – this is me! You offered me! To all of them! I’m – I just don’t know. I don’t know what I feel.”

Greg slowed, and pulled over onto the verge. He turned round to look at me, but I kept staring out of the window.

“I’m prouder of you than I know how to say. And one thing you must remember. I gave you to them, but you were unobtainable. You remain inviolate.” He reached out and took my chin in his hand; the perfume of my juices rose up to my nostrils, stirring me again. He turned me gently to face him, and looked deep into my eyes, holding my gaze.

“You remain mine, and only mine. I love you, sweetheart.”

The tears came then. I fell into his arms, all the conflicting emotions overwhelming me, and I sobbed and sobbed. He held me and rocked me until I quieted and was just hiccupping.

And in me I too felt a well of pride growing.