This is a follow up to Baddata's story on Neil's Pedal Pumping Site about a 30 something male, Joe and Tia who is a sexy 15 year old from his neighborhood. He had her pumping the gas pedal in his car because there was a problem starting it. Joe asked her to help as she was walking by one day. Actually Joe had purposely removed some connections under the hood. At some point he reconnected the leads. Tia becomes aware of Joe's obvious facination with her feet pumping the pedals. Joe needs to replace a fuse on the driver's side and asks Tia if she'll get up. She offers to move over slightly and encourages Joe to lay across her lap as he replaces the fuse. Shortly after Tia is able to turn the car over, to Joe's great suprise, she puts the manual car into low gear and leaves the driveway with his head in her lap.
  Tia was described as about 5'6" with a 38 D chest, looking like a younger steamier version of Mariah Carey and wearing a short tennis dress with white sneakers with Frilly socks. Tia is a brunette who wears her hair a bit past her shoulders in long gorgeous ringlets. Now the story takes a different twist...
  Joe is a bit disoriented as 15 year old Tia pulls out of his driveway with his head in her lap. This is totally unexpected, especially the way that her size 6 sneakers skillfully manipulate the clutch and gas as the car shifts into second gear. Joe says:
  -- Tia, pull over! You don't have a license and this joke has gone too far!
  Of course partially hoping she wouldn't listen.
  -- Joe, you've had your little game and now it's time for mine.
  Joe's mind was acutely aware of what she just said but still transfixed on those size sixes with their exagerated pumping on the gas, clutch and break.
  -- Ok Joe, here's my house, keep this rag in your mouth and stay laying down in the seat or our little game wont continue!
  With that comment, she placed Joe's rag in his mouth and left the keys in the ignition with the car still running.
  Joe laid there thinking to himself. She's pulled the switch on me. I started the game and now the bait ate the fish (no pun intended) I'm practically old enough to be her father, but here I am laying with a rag in my mouth in a running car in my own neighborhood!
  After what felt like an eternity, Tia returned.
  -- Well Joe you're still here suprise surprise!
  -- Joe, can you sit on the passenger seat and just close your eyes for a minute? Please keep the rag in your mouth though". Joe heard the unzipping of a bag, the seat getting pulled back, some sliding sounds and then some more zipping.
  -- OK Joe, you can open your eyes.
  Of course, Joe could not beleive his eyes. There was Tia with extra dark red lipstick on her sensual lips, some additional mascara for her eyes and dressed quite differently from before. She was still wearing the tight mini tennis dress, but the sneakers were exchanged for killer boots! They were a shiny black leather with 6" heels and 1" platforms. The boots came up to mid thigh revealing about 3" of fishnet stocking before the tennis mini ended. In addition her arms and hands were encased in white leather gloves which disappeared under her tennis dress top just below her elbows.
  -- So Joe, what do you think? Oops, sorry you can't speak yet!, giggled Tia.
  As Tia pulled the seat up again, she positioned her boot over the gas so just the tip was over the pedal. She pushed down slowly and deliberately as the engine started to rev up. Next, she place her full boot sole and heel over the gas and pushed down slowly all the way to the floor. She repeated the same sexy crush on the clutch and the break admiring her boots and almost forgetting about Joe. Tia then teasingly fondled the top of the shift with her tight white leather glove.
  -- I like pumping the pedals with the whole boot, said Tia as she gently brushed her leather fingers across Joes thigh.
  At this point Joe who had a boot, glove and pedal pumping fetish passively stared at Tias boots and nodded. The rag was also still in his mouth.
  -- So Joe, are you ready for our little road trip?
  Joe just nodded dumbly. Tia smiled and turned the air conditioner dial up all the way with her gloved hand as her nipples rapidly poked through her tennis dress. The same hand gave Joe a drawn out glove show as she reset some of Joes music selection buttons and decided on a radio station that she liked. Tia put the car into first and slowly pulled away from the curb.
  As a few moments passed, Tia began to descibe her thoughts in a low and sexy voice.
  -- My wish to do something like this has been going on for a few months now. Let me answer some questions you may have: I learned to drive from my sister's boyfriend. He's begged me to try on my sister's boots which I have on now. I've teased him about wearing them but haven't. He's a little too aggressive for me. I once let him lick my high heels though and I liked it. I like guys who are sweeter and more compliant. (with that Tia gently brushed her glove across Joe's groin) My father has a stack of S + M mags hidden away. I found a story about a leather girl that kidnapped a guy in a car and wanted to act it out. Also mommy, daddy and sis are away for the weekend. Just your luck, Tia said with a radiant smile. I noticed the way that you've been staring at me the past year and decided to select you.
  With that Tia forced Joe's head down on her lap and unzipped his fly.
  Joe watched Tia's boots and gloves work their magic as they sped up a freeway ramp onto Calif Hwy 10. She smoothly though exageratedly worked the gas and clutch as they shifted thru second and third into fourth gear. Joe could see the sunlight bouncing off the gentle crinkles of Tia's right boot as it crushed down and brought the car to a crusing speed of 70 mph. With the shifting done for now, Tia ran her right glove through Joes hair and over his face. Her fingertips lingered over his nose as he drank in the leather scent. The hands worked down to his chest and thigh. Occasionally she would touch his groin very gently or cup his balls. After a short time she said:
  -- Joe, please go over on the floor and lick my gas boot.
  Joe happily responded ( though extremely cramped) and licked the shiny black platform boot gently rocking on the gas pedal. Being in a half stupor, Joe did not notice Tia reaching in her purse and pulling out a small aerosol can and a black vail. Tia draped the vail over her face and tapped joe on the shoulder. As he looked, up her gloved hand put the can directly in his face and firmly pushed the button. It took about 3 seconds for Joe to slump to the floor.
  -- Good night sweet baby, said Tia.
  She had decided earlier that she would just like to be in her own leather company on the way to Palm Springs, hoping her phony drivers license would work in a pinch. If Joe gets mad, what is he doing with a 15 year old anyway? (And how can be mad after spending some time for in mommy and daddy's supposedly "secret" play den?)

To be continued...