I couldn't make up my mind if I was more excited or frightened. Here I was, an older man driving down the main street of town with a totally naked girl in my car, and if that weren't enough she was masturbating. Her right foot was braced against the top of the dash and her left was dangerously close to the accelerator. If I had driven the Chevy Suburban we would be riding high off the ground, but when Karen and I had returned from the morning's field trip I had noticed the gas gauge showed it was nearly empty. Rather than subject Angel to a potentially embarrassing pit stop dressed in less than pit stop apparel I had opted to take the Taurus instead. Now she was vulnerable to the eyes of almost everyone on the road.
It was over five miles to the freeway and another six miles before we reached home. I wasn't concerned all that much about the freeway – few people take the time to look in other people's cars as they pass by - but I was concerned about the five miles it took getting there. From here to the on-ramp was primarily commercial property, with a smattering of residential thrown in for good measure, and there were numerous stop signs and traffic signals along the way that could cause us problems. The last mile or so was industrial and if we could make it to there we would probably be safe since the five o'clock exodus from those heading home after a day's work was almost an hour away. Traffic was still light but there were not enough traffic to keep me nervous. To calm myself I lit another cigarette.
Despite the XXX-rated performance occurring only inches away from me I tried like hell to keep my eyes trained on the road. I wasn't altogether successful but I did manage to avoid accidents and I kept track as best I could the position of all the cars in the area. Masturbating in the bookstore with the doors locked was one thing but doing it along a major thoroughfare where any stray glance would draw attention was quite another. With her foot on the dash and a liberal amount of bare leg showing above window level I suspected such stray glances would be inevitable.
We made it through the first two intersections without anyone seeing her, but we encountered a problem as we approached the third. I saw the light change to red in the distance and the brake lights from the Explorer came on. The last thing I wanted was to sit stationary next to the Explorer, but given the distance from us to the light I felt confident that we were far enough away so that gradual slowing would increase the chances that we wouldn't need to stop at all. I took my foot off the pedal and as we slowed I took advantage of the situation by treating myself to a full ten second stare at Angel's fingers as they slid in and out of her wet pussy. Finally I forced my eyes to look at the road again and as I did I caught a quick glimpse in the rear view mirror of a yellow Volkswagen gaining on us from behind. I lightly tapped the brake and slowed even more. I was expecting the driver to stay behind us, but instead he changed lanes and passed us on the right. The driver was male and as he passed I noticed him glancing at Angel's exposed leg. He didn't slow down but I was sure he had seen her tits as well as her leg. At that very moment, I thought, he was wondering what else she wasn't wearing.
Now that he was ahead of us I tapped the brakes again and slowed even more quickly. The Explorer was now at a complete stop and yellow Volkswagen was slowing as well. We were getting dangerously close to the intersection and it was decision time. It was too late for us to either fall back and get behind the Volkswagen or speed up and get between the two cars, and I realized that the only option that would keep her out of sight was to stop a full three car links from the crosswalk.
I had just begun to brake when I noticed the light was changing to yellow for the cross traffic. I began relaxing a little assuming that we had it made. Within a second or two the yellow light would turn to red and with acceleration we could speed pass them cars without needing to stop. They wouldn't see a thing. I waited a few seconds and then accelerated.
Now, assumptions are based on a probability that a particular action will or will not happen. We examine the facts, assign fictional 'weights' to the various outcomes, make a logical evaluation of the data, and then simply give it our best guess. Theoretically the most logical outcomes should prevail most of the time, and when they don't it's normally caused by GIGO. For those of you who are not computer literate or up to date on current mumbo-jumbo, GIGO is an abbreviation for Garbage In-Garbage Out which is an acronym noting that garbage inputted into a computer results in garbage outputted.
Like shit, GIGO happened. My input was garbage and the output got fucked up. The yellow light I had seen was for the CROSS traffic to stop in order to let cars make a left turn in front of us and not, as I had assumed, a green light for us to go. I had noticed the left hand turn signal too late to do anything other than to slam on the brakes and come to a complete stop almost nose to nose with the Explorer. We couldn't turn left, we couldn't turn right, we couldn't creep forward for fear of being clipped by the turning cars, and by the freakiest of circumstances a crappy looking car that must have been ten years old had popped up out of a bad dream and was slowing down behind us. We were trapped and there was no option other than staying where we were and letting the driver of the Explorer get an eyeful of Angel's naked body.
Once she had shucked her shorts and begun playing with her pussy Angel had closed her eyes and shut out all distractions. Despite my sudden slowing she continued to masturbate and was completely ignorant that we were stopped, much less that she was being observed. That was about to change. When the light finally turned green I floored it. The screech of the tires and my fast acceleration finally caught her attention. She immediately jumped forward and pulled her foot of the dash. "What the hell was that?" she asked with a look of panic on her face.
"Some yo-yo in a SUV," I answered as I checked my rear view mirror and saw the gray Explorer pacing us in the other lane. "He pulled up along side at the stop light and he was looking at you."
"Thank God! For a minute there I thought maybe we were going to be in accident! You should have given me some sort of a warning." She nervously reached for her cigarettes and then settled back in the seat and lit one.
All of a sudden a black VW pulled out of a driveway in front of us and I had to brake in order to avoid hitting it. It accelerated to perhaps 25 MPH and then held that speed. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the Explorer rapidly approaching on the right, with the yellow Volkswagen right behind and the crappy looking junk heap still behind us.
"I think it's time for you to put your shirt on again," I said, looking at her. I think she knew I was worried.
"Are you sure he saw me? He's certainly not making much of an attempt to catch up with us."
I looked in the mirror again and saw that she was right. It didn't seem like he had closed the gap at all. If anything he seemed further away than before. I quickly checked the speedometer to make certain I wasn't exceeding the speed limit and then took my foot off the gas and let the car drift over to right side of the road.
"I don't know," I said "He was sitting too high for me to see his eyes, but the guy in the yellow VW definitely did. He was looking directly at your leg when he passed us."
"What could he see from a VW? I'm talking about the guy in the Explorer."
"I think he did, but now I'm not so sure."
"Then why don't you slow down? If he's already seen me then what's the difference? And if he didn't see me but you THINK he did then it's the same as if he had, right?"
"No. If he did then he...I mean, if he didn't he didn't whether I...?
""Let him catch up with us so I can give him a show. That way we'll all know for certain." She smiled at me and then put her leg on the dash board again.
There was a flaw in Angel's logic – I knew there was – but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him gaining on us. I placed my foot on the brake pedal and pushed it softly.
Angel placed her foot on the dash again and began playing with her nipples. Her eyes were looking into the side mirror and watching him as he approached.
"SHIT!" I heard her say as the Explorer breezed by us without so much as attempt to slow down to match our speed. 'He never even slowed down. Are you sure he saw me the first time?"
"I don't know. I'm not as certain as I had been, that's for sure."
"So speed up again and catch him. I WANT him to see me."
"I don't think I have to. He's slowing down. I think he noticed you this time."
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Angel's window was down and her long hair was blowing in the wind. Her arm was resting on the car door and she was looking straight ahead as our two cars closed the gap. She was still smiling.
As we came closer together I could see him looking back at us through his side mirror. When the two were side by side he adjusted his speed to match ours and smiled down at Angel. Cool as could be she just sat there and didn't do or say anything.
From where I was sitting the roof of the car still blocked my view of his eyes, but I was nervous nonetheless. She was sitting close enough to the door that he probably couldn't see her pussy, but her bare breasts would easily visible to his eyes. I kept trying to put myself in his position. What was he thinking? What was she? Would he say something to her? Would she sit silently from here to the Freeway letting him stare at her breasts without moving?
Although it seemed longer it was probably not more than ten, or perhaps fifteen, seconds before Angel leaned over and took the cigarette pack out of my shirt pocket. To do so she had to move her body across the whole car and I knew that he had undoubtedly been introduced to the sight of her ass and probably her pussy as well. She shook one out of the pack and then sat forward and waited for the lighter in the dash to warm enough to ignite her cigarette. When it was lit, she returned to her seat and assumed her previous pose.
Another long ten seconds passed before Angel turned and rolled down the window. "So, are you enjoying the show?" I heard her ask.
If there was an answer I couldn't hear it for all the noise the wind was making as its rushed through her open window, but suddenly she moved the cigarette to her left hand and began running her right hand over her breasts.
Quite honestly I didn't know what to do. I wanted to push down on the accelerator and escape, yet I wanted to stay and watch as she exposed herself to this stranger. I was afraid that she would take it to the next level and afraid that she wouldn't. My mind was getting confused and my wants and desires were getting mixed up with my fears and uncertainties. Then – suddenly – I felt myself starting to get hard. It had been a long time, and I was ecstatic. Perhaps my idea of hiring a model was the panacea I had been looking for. Hopefully by the time the 20 days were over I would find that it had been caused by lack or stimulation and not, as I had feared, total impotence. Perhaps Angel, like Karen, would want to fuck me once we returned to the house. Would I be able to perform? My hands were sweating and the steering wheel felt wet.
Still rubbing her hands over her breasts she turned to me and asked "How far is it to the freeway?"
"That's it straight ahead," I said pointing to already visible sign pointing the way.
"Just in time," she said. "This is getting me hot." She placed both feet against the dash and then turned and exposed her pussy to him. I let out a small gasp when I suddenly realized what she was doing. Her right hand was on the seat and her left began stroking the tight, curly hair between her legs. She was pointing her pussy directly at him and there was no doubt in my mind that she was parting her lips for his visual pleasure.
She was high above the seat that she could easily be seen by anyone on the road whether they were approaching us from the rear, coming at us from the other direction or even walking down the street. As far as I could tell it wouldn't have bothered her if the whole damn world was to watch. She seemed to revel in her exposure.
I watched her every bit as attentively as our new friend in the Explorer. Facing her from the front he could see things that I obviously couldn't, but I was closer and had what I imagined was a better much better view. I was viewing her from behind, and through her parted legs I could see both holes in Technicolor brilliance as her fingers caressed and stimulated them in tandem. She was wet and there was a musky smell of sex in the car that even the open window failed to disperse. No, I thought, I wouldn't have wanted to change positions with him all. The only thing that he had in his favor was that he was seeing her for the first time, and in a completely unexpected environment. He was experiencing her in much the same way as I had experienced the girl in Terry's Tavern – suddenly and unexpectedly. It was a moment in time that he would be remembered forever, and the memories would stay with him as long as lived. I on the other hand had twenty more days to learn more of her body's pleasures.
