The Trip
Oh, what a wonderful day! The sun's shining and a light breeze is blowing; it was so jumbled this morning trying to get it together and out of the house, that I wasn't sure that we'd actually make it. But finally, it's just the two of us, in the car, with the top down, on our way to the country for a lovely weekend. After a bit I look at you mischievously, and drop my head forward so that I'm gazing out at you through my hair. "Love," I say with mock penitence, "there's something I forgot to mention to you before we left."
You've learned to know that smile on my face, and look at me in half anticipation, and half dread. "What are you up to, darling?"
"Me? Up to something? Whatever can you mean? It's just that you know how I was racing about to get ready and just barely made it out of the shower before we had to leave, so I didn't notice the problem 'til then and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, um, it's just that I was so far behind on laundry and all, that I raced out this morning to get new undies, and it wasn't 'til I got out of the shower just a little while ago that I realized I must have gotten the wrong sort."
"Wrong sort?", you ask in a puzzled tone.
"Yes, you see, there don't appear to be any crotches to them", I say with a slight blush as I look at you from under my lashes.
"What? We're going to visit friends for the weekend and you're wearing crotchless panties?"
"ummm... yes... there didn't seem to be anything else I could do. Everything was already packed in the car, so I assume that the others are the same as well..."
"I see," you say, as I see you staring down at my lap with a gleam in your eye, "hmmmm..."
"It really feels quite odd, you know, to be wearing panties, but not quite...." I realize that your left hand is now on my leg, and as I glance up at you quickly, that your right hand is clenching the wheel somewhat tightly. "You do forgive me, don't you, love?"
"Well, I won't know that until I see these panties of yours and know just how far you've transgressed, now will I? Show them to me," you say.
"Of course, love", I explain blithely, "I was *planning* on showing them to you just as soon as we get to the house."
"No, show them to me now."
"Now?", I ask hesitantly, looking at all of the traffic on the busy road, knowing that on day like today with the top down, it would be terribly risky to do any such thing. "Wouldn't it be better to wait until we get to Jane's?"
"No, now. If you're going to pull a stunt like this, then you had better be prepared to pay the piper. And you know that I'm your piper."
I look up at you again and realize that you're serious. "Yes, Sir." I glance once more at the traffic around us, as my hand slowly goes to the bottom of my skirt. I pull it up over my knees, moving your hand to the stocking below it. "Here you go, you can feel them now if you like," as I spread my legs slightly.
"No, you're not listening very well," you say in your sternest voice. "I want you to *show* them to me. I want to see those panties of yours and also what condition that shameless pussy of yours is in while wearing them."
At your words, I realize that you're right. I'm quite excited by your command and at the thought of exposing myself to you with so many other people whizzing around us. I shift in my seat somewhat so that I'm able to bring my skirt up around my waist, with my panties themselves on the upholstery, and I shiver as your fingers drift up my leg.
"Now spread your thighs for me, you dirty thing. You know how you love to spread your thighs for me."
Yes, Sir," I whisper, as I slip into role, forgetting the multitude of people around us. "i love to spread my legs for you, Sir, because you know what a horny bitch i really am."
"That's right, I do. And I bet that your pussy is already wet and ready. Test it for me."
A surge of excitement shoots through me, and I reach my left hand down to my very crotchless panties, and spread my pussy lips as you've trained me, my index and fourth fingers holding back my lips as my middle finger automatically goes to its spot on my hardening clit. I then take a deep breath to calm myself, before thrusting my right index finger abruptly into my pussy to test the waters. At my soft cry, I feel the car swerve slightly, and realize that I'm not the only one excited by what is transpiring.
"Yes, Sir, i'm very wet. Would You like a taste?", I ask as I offer you a somewhat sticky finger.
"Mmmm.. very good," you murmur, as you slowly suck my finger clean, all the while keeping your eyes on the road and on my very exposed and glistening pussy. "Now, as I'm obviously busy driving, I want you to take my finger," I jump as I feel your left hand knock against my leg, "and fuck yourself silly with it in punishment for wearing such a totally unsuitable garment."
The scenery and the traffic around me fade from my sight as I start to lose myself in a haze of sexual desire. "Oh, yes... i want Your finger deep inside of me. But, Sir," I add a bit trepidatiously, wondering at my daring, "there's a slight problem with my new bras, as well, i think....."
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featuring the Goddess Art of Jonathon Earl Bowser.
Created April 9, 1999 • Modified May 18, 1999
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