While at the stop light, my eyes couldn’t help but notice the expanse of thigh showing below the hem of the girl’s tight mini-skirt. How could parents let their daughter go out in public like this?
I looked up at the stop light. It was still red. Then, casually, my eyes traveled back to my passenger. She was softly illuminated by the glow of the streetlight that came through the 911’s moon roof. My eyes darted to those bare thighs again. This young lady certainly had nice legs, I thought. And then I felt ashamed of myself for having that thought. She’s just a KID, I told myself. Okay, she’s eighteen, but just barely. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Thinking back, I recalled again that time that Brittany had had been to the sleep over, and how, well, very MATURE she had been for her age. It seemed that many of my daughter’s friends were really kids in the true sense: braces, bubble gum, giggling and obsessions with boy musical bands. Most of these girls were as sexy as fence posts. Brittany was certainly different, I had to admit. The way she dressed. And the way she had maintained eye contact with me that night! And the way she flirted with me! The experience had certainly made me stand a little straighter that night, suck in the gut a little tighter.
My gaze now was lingering on the girl’s thighs, mesmerized by the way her legs were slightly parted as she lay reclined in the passenger’s seat. At that moment the car behind me at the stoplight honked. How long had the light been green?!
I let out the clutch and took off, but soon came to a second red light. Stopping again, I could not resist the temptation of looking over again at the unconscious girl. I felt a twang of self-consciousness in doing this. A little voice told me I shouldn’t be looking at my own daughter’s friend this way. But…well…the way this girl was dressed made it pretty much impossible for a red blooded male to not take in a little eye candy, and it didn’t matter if she was so young! No harm in looking, in my book, so my eyes ignored the little voice and this time settled on the way the girl’s fully developed breasts filled her tight fitting raspberry tube top. Below the top, the bare skin of her flat tummy was bathed in the eerie light of another street lamp. My gaze then traveled back up to the twin mounds that were so enticingly encased in the stretchy material of her tight top. My gaze then continued on up to her bare shoulders over which cascaded long locks of dark blonde hair. They didn’t build sixteen year olds like this when I was sixteen, I thought wistfully.
I have no idea how long I must have been staring at her before once again a car behind me honked impatiently. Was it the same car that had honked at the first stop light? As I sped away from the traffic light, I felt something. It was a bulge that had grown in my pants, straining against the confines of my boxer shorts and jeans. Easy boy, I said to myself. Easy!
I now turned onto the state route and got up to speed. As I did so, I checked my seatbelt, and it occurred to me at that moment that I had never fastened a seatbelt around my young passenger. I tried for a few moments to reach over and pull the belt around her while traveling at speed, but then thought better of it and decided to pull to a stop on the shoulder of the road to do so. With the car at a stop and the emergency brake set, I reached over and pulled her seatbelt from its harness above and behind the passenger-side door. I pulled the belt over the girl’s body and fastened its clasp in place. The interior of the car was dark, as there were no street lights where I stopped. Only the lights of the car’s dashboard provided what little illumination there was, and it just enough for me to notice the particularly enticing way that the shoulder strap of the seatbelt fell in between the girl’s twin breasts. Something about that image caught me off guard and virtually paralyzed me. Oh, what a lovely sight she was! What a sleeping beauty! I suddenly wondered if those marvelous tits on this sixteen year old girl were real or implants. Ashley had told me before that some of her friends had been talking about implants, but I never heard that any of them had actually done it. What parent would allow their teenager to get them? What doctor would do it?
Sighing, I sat back in my own seat, grasped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead through the windshield and into the darkness. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath and listened to the steady purr of the Porsche’s idling engine. The bulge in my pants was becoming painful. I reached into my pants and pulled my cock into a straight position inside the boxers to provide it with some space to grow if it was intent on doing so.
Joe, I told myself, let’s go. Put the car in gear and let’s go. Please. Instead, I turned my head and looked yet again in the direction of my passenger. Not only that, I turned on the dome light so that I could see her better. Were they real, or false? Oh, but to find out! She was so close to me, yet so far!
There was that little voice again. It was saying something like, well, if this were Ashley, and some man were bringing her home, that man was correct in stopping to put a seat belt around her, but then, that man would continue driving. A correct man would continue driving now, Joe!
I ignored the little voice. “Brittany?” I called her name softly. When she didn’t respond, I repeated her name in a louder voice. Nothing. Tentatively, I touched her bare shoulder. I let my hand linger there, and then shook her gently. There was no doubt that she was completely passed out. I thought of what Ashley had said about the—what had she called them?—whatever, the date rape drug. Had this girl in fact ingested something like that? If so, from the little I had read about these types of drugs, the victim remains passed out for hours.
My hand on her shoulder began to tremble. No one would ever know if I just…if my hand just…if I just let my hand on her shoulder…drift…downward. To find out if they were real or not. No one would ever know. The girl would never know. No one would. It would just be my little secret. My own dirty little secret. And it would feel so GOOD!
Take her home! the little voice demanded.
My little finger was the first part of my hand to reach the tube top as the hand roamed downward from the girl’s shoulder. When my other four fingers arrived, the five of them cupped the girl’s breast—the one closest to me—through the soft, stretchy material of the tube top. It was one of the most exciting experiences I had ever had. Her well developed tit was firm yet soft and squeezable, and stood upright, probably not requiring the tiny, lacey bra that I could feel was delicately holding them beneath the tube top. I was thrilled by the discovery that she was all natural! There was no silicon inside these babies!
While feeling her tit, I noticed for the first time a delicate, gold necklace that adorned her lovely, slender neck. My eyes then traveled to her expensive looking ear rings that dangled from her lobes. What a classy young lady, I thought.
Feeling confident that the girl was indeed unconscious, I became bolder, and sent my hand underneath the tube top, where the skin of my fingers touched the skin of her ripe young breast. This electrified me. The bra was one of those little numbers that only holds the breasts’ bottom hemispheres while permitting the upper hemispheres to remain bare while being uplifted into cleavage. The bra just barely covered the girl’s nipple, and it was an easy matter for me to push the delicate undergarment downward just a hair and allow the nipple to pop out unencumbered, where it became pinched between my eager fingers.
At that moment a semi truck sped past our car, shaking it. I decided that I needed to park in a better spot. Panting from excitement, I withdrew my hand from the teenage girl’s breast, put the Porsche in gear and drove forward, and had not gone too far until I found a construction site beside the road where some earth moving equipment had been parked for the night. The area offered a wide expanse of gravel where I was able to pull the car a good thirty feet off the road.
I turned the engine off this time and turned impatiently toward my slumbering teenage passenger. With the dome light on again, I noticed appreciatively how most of her left breast had remained exposed, as I had already pushed the tube top down a few inches. Her delicate nipple was peeking out above the pushed down, frilly lace bra. If I was going to get cold feet about this terrible thing that I was doing, those feet were quickly warmed by the sight of that naked breast.
I twisted my body in the driver’s seat to better face the sleeping girl. The first thing I did was to undo the seat belt that I had not long ago put around her. I wanted free access to those breasts, and the seat belt was definitely in the way.
With both hands I urgently pushed the girl’s tube top downward, completely exposing both breasts, with the bra covering only the right one. The gold necklace that graced her neck sparkled softly in the dome light. Excitement had my heart thundering within my chest. I paused only a moment and then, with hands trembling, reached for that portion of the skimpy bra that still covered the right tit and likewise pushed it downward, out of the way. My teen angel’s full, ripe breasts were now exposed in all their glory as she remained lying there, reclined at a forty-fie degree angle in the passenger seat, unconscious, unaware that she her young, hard body was providing viewing pleasure for a horny, middle aged man who was supposed to be taking her home.
It was my left arm that reached across my body toward her, and my left hand that now came into contact with the soft, warm flesh of this beautiful eighteen year-old’s remarkable young breasts. I massaged them thoroughly, alternating between soft and aggressive, and could feel the breasts’ nipples harden as I did so.
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