Alma climbed into the jeep and waited for her friend to start the vehicle. It sounded like a car that deep down wanted to be a Harley. Vibrated like one too. She popped the clutch, shifted, stepped on the gas, turned out of the parking lot, and then adjusted the rearview mirror so that she was looking directly at Alma’s face. Given the choice between viewing tailgating rednecks and the slowly disappearing whitehairs or Alma’s face, all sane people believe this to be the correct choice. Once they got on the main road, Alma felt a hand grasp hers, and she smiled into the mirror. She silently mouthed a word into the mirror three times. The first time, she said it like a ventriloquist trying to hide the word. The second time she halfway made the motions, mouthing it quickly and mindlessly, as if to tease the driver. The third time, she made sure to form every single syllable with dramatic flair. The word evolved into: Commando. The eyes she saw in the mirror widened, and the hand left hers to tug on the hem of her skirt. Then readjust the mirror. Alma put her left leg over the shift and the driver’s leg and turned slightly towards her. Then she smiled smugly, as if she thought that now she was in the driver’s seat.
Alma watched as the driver deftly leaned forward and removed her blouse, then untied her bikini top and let it fall, still tied to her neck and hanging at her sides. Then she placed her right arm behind her, hooked over the seat, and drove, still spending more time looking in the rearview than on the road. Moments later, Alma was sitting in the passenger seat wearing nothing but her earrings and sunglasses, leaning back against the passenger door window. One foot was resting on the top of the shaft behind the steering wheel, and one was hooked over her seat. The driver casually readjusted the mirror a few times, settling upon the area where teasing fingers were drawing words upon bare skin.
Not to be outdone, the driver untied her bikini bottom and removed it while still driving, with the agility of one who has done this many, many times before. She reached up behind her neck, untied the top, and then threw the entire bikini out the window, waving her hand at the car behind them. She smiled at Alma as if to say, “I am the one in the driver’s seat.” Alma demonstrated great flexibility as she managed to climb over the driver and end up straddling her lap facing rearwards, head resting on shoulder so the driver could see the road over her shoulder. Her arms hooked up under the driver’s armpits and around her back to pull her close.
The jeep indecisively circled the town and passed its destination several times before pulling into a driveway and coming to a stop, smiling. During the entire drive, not a single word was spoken, the question of who's in the driver's seat left unresolved...
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Any resemblance to peoples actual or made up by me is purely coincidental.
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i lust your writing
you get me so wet i cant wait for more
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I have three bunnies panting...want 'em?
Is this the conclusion, or will there be further
adventures?
Love, Lane
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If m'lady wants more, there will be more... just say the word...
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Wow, Wee
Some journey, leaves one breathless and speechless.
Three bunnies bringing one back to reality. smile.
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Well this certainly does keep ones’ interest. When the movie is made make sure they state that the names were changed to protect the innocent. Well done story teller!
Love,
Amera
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I'm sure the first name they will want to change is mine!
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Coincidence huh?... lol
Well then, i would say this is a fine fantasy, or a great driving experience....lol
Excellent write, had my mind filled with nice images....
Jeffro
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