Distracted Driving

He tucked himself in behind me as I revved the ATV and put it into gear. I could feel it rumble between my legs as he adjusted my sundress to flow around me (and, as it turns out, to give him easy access). He put his arms around my waist as we started down the trail.

As we tore through a field I felt his hands start to wander, first around my waist, then up my back. He rubbed my shoulders, relaxing me into his touch as I reminded myself to pay attention to the drive- a reminder that was more difficult to heed as his hands cupped my breasts.

He kneaded, squeezed, and lifted my breasts, testing and appreciating their weight with a whisper in my ear. "These are perfect," he growled before reaching his hand into my dress to squeeze a nipple. Before I knew it, my dress had been pulled down, fully exposing my tits to the elements- and his hands.

I slowed as we hit a wooded area, both to get my bearings and adjust to his distracting touch. His hands were greedy, roughly taking everything he could from my chest. He pinched my nipples until I cried out, for only the birds to hear. He directed me to turn onto a trail that eventually led us to the road, all the while helping himself to my body.

He lifted my dress, appreciating the lace panties that I was wearing. He adjusted them over my ass, delicately at first until he roughly pulled them up to expose my soft flesh. He groped me there, holding my panties up uncomfortably to force me to raise my body slightly- just enough for him to get a good handful in, and a slap. He released me to sit back down, only so that he could go back to molesting my tits.

His hands travelled downward, leaving my tits still exposed as he danced his fingertips along my pussy through my panties. He teased and touched, every now and then slipping a finger under my panties to make me shiver, "Mmm, good girl," he moaned into my ear as his fingers slid in my wetness, "so wet for me already."

"Your fault," I breathed back, my soft sigh getting swallowed by the bike as I revved it to turn onto the road.

We turned onto a back road, little used, but not out of use- I realized that if we came upon a vehicle or another ATV I would be putting on quite a show. I swallowed the butterflies and fear as I brought the bike up to speed, the comparative smoothness of the road allowing for a quicker pace. I focused on the road instead of my nerves as his hands assumed a higher intensity as well.

He reached under my dress again, this time fondling my panties just enough to take hold- and then to tear them in one fluid motion. I cried out in surprise as the fabric stretched around my body to his touch, finally giving way at his insistence. The wind whipped around us, already hardening my nipples to peaks, and now assaulting my pussy with the same chill. His fingers held my lips open while his other arm pulled me back into him, perfectly exposing my most private place to the elements.

He gently stroked my clit as I leaned into him, working hard to keep my focus on the road and the speed of the bike stable instead of letting it mirror the erratic butterflies inside me.

I slowed as we came up on an area of the road that had been washed out in the big rainstorm that week; the water was deep enough that I changed gears and brought my feet up on the front fenders as I eased the bike into the water. Water splashed up onto our legs, mine now perfectly positioned to keep my knees apart for his assault.

He spread me with both hands, taking advantage of my parted legs. He fingered me gently at first, then taking more and more as I focused on not flooding the bike. My eyes were desperate to roll back in my head, my body desperate to let go- but I pried just enough focus from him to keep it together until we exited the washout.

We drove a while longer until he mercifully told me to stop- still in the middle of the thankfully quiet road. He hopped off, pushing his hand on my chest to lay me back fully. He smirked at the wet spot on the seat before driving his fingers back inside me, deeper and hungrier. His other hand fondled my still-exposed tits, my mostly naked body laid across the ATV like a gourmet tasting menu just for him.

I tried to sit up, vaguely remembering we are in the middle of a road and could be interrupted at any time, but he firmly pressed me back onto the seat. "Stay down until I'm done with you," he growled. I obeyed, finally allowing myself to give into the pleasure at his hands.

I came furiously, the buildup of butterflies and tension erupting out of me, and onto the seat. "Good girl," he said approvingly, before sitting my heaving frame up and resuming his seat behind me. I adjusted my dress around my torn panties, covering my sore tits and trying to reclaim some dignity.

"No," he growled into my ear, "you will not cover what's mine." He pulled my dress back down, lifting each breast so that it hung over the fabric. "Drive," he said, adjusting my dress to ensure my pussy was making contact with the seat.

I took us back toward his place, almost used to his roaming hands. I drove faster on the now familiar terrain, the wind hardening my nipples even more than his teasing fingers. As we neared the houses, thankfully all in off the road, I had to fight harder to quell my unease. Pulling my dress back up was clearly not an option, so I drove faster in hopes of shortening my discomfort. He allowed it, but my increase in speed resulted in an increase in intensity from him,

His fingers bit into the soft flesh of my tits, demanding more and more. I focused on the notion that they were at least somewhat covered, if only by his rough hands. When we finally made it to the privacy of the backyard of the house he removed my dress completely, leaving me in torn panties pulled all the way up my ass.

"Now that you're warmed up, get inside," he growled.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.