V8 of Eights part 4

Meg was awakened to what sounded like whimpering. That clearly didn’t fit the scened of a rocking boat and Todd trying to make love to her. Todd did not whimper, that was a plus on his part. Nor did Meg. So, where was this…

As Meg’s mind came back on and focused brought about clarity, she understood a bit more about the rocking she was feeling. As her gaze fell on Stacy, who’s face was flushed red, it was clear that her dress was no longer covering her lower body. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel very tightly in a state of panic and… well… she was bouncing in her seat while slamming the pedal down very erratically.

This could only mean one thing, Stacy had gotten the Nova hung up somewhere and couldn’t go. While Meg drank in the dream like scene, she tried to steady her flow of hormones that was making the cabin a bit too hot. It was clearly wrong to be looking at her friend this way in this situation, or at all. She even thought about Mark, with a deep sense of envy. He was able to have his girlfriend bounce on him and have her bosoms heave in all manners of sexy ways. The motion of Stacy’s efforts were way too erotic and entrancing. Now Meg understood why Todd sheepishly begged and pleaded for her to do something like this.

Stacy was clearly entrancingly hot, to start with, and now while bouncing in the car, well, thermometers were blowing up the world over. The poor girl was frantically trying her best and nothing seemed to work. This Ms. NASCAR clearly was not familiar with any off-road techniques, as she never took her tiny four-banger anywhere challenging. However, this was not the time to perv off her friend. That would have to wait, right now, it was time to come to the rescue and aide of her friend so she could finally get to meet her boyfriend.

Stacy paused for a brief moment to look at her phone. The girl looked ready to cry, so much so Meg nearly reached out to hug her friend, but held herself… less it became clear she was enjoying the hug too much. Whatever the message was that Stacy read on her phone, it sent her frantically fighting the car to get free.

As Meg looked around to assess the situation, it became clear that Stacy had cut a corner a bit too fast and slid off the path into a marshy looking grassy patch. The only assumption was that they were already in the woods and Stacy’s lack of experience had misjudge the amount of traction loose soil had in that type of sharp corner. Given their angle, there was not much room to back up and build any forward momentum to get free. Worse, the way Stacy was thrashing that pedal, they would soon be dug in too deep to save themselves. Logic required her to stop her friend, but the show emotionally tugged at her to let her be. Those exposed legs, the heaving boobs, the show had to go on.

Initially, Mark had not recognized the Nova that was rapidly approaching the cabin. While not worried about a stranger accidentally discovering his little palace, he had expected her little Civic instead. The driving style had tipped him off that it was his dear Stacy, as she knew how to throw a car around curves pretty fast. However, that last set of corners were off-camber and tricky. The first one caught the driver off-guard and the car did a four wheel drift out into the marshy grassland.

The driver had at first, rightfully and skillfully, kept working the pedal to return back to the path. Somehow the plan had not worked and they came to rest close to the road they needed. (editorial note… a patchwork of asphalt and dirt made the road tricky) As they made more effort to continue, the back slid such a way that there was not much room behind them and a tree. Their only real way out was to keep moving forward.

Mark texted Stacy to see where she was at and was assured she was on her way. It was not lost on him that she refused to identify what car she was driving and how close she was. Plus, she insisted in her message that he not worry at all as she was not going to disappoint him. Good girl! However, Mark knew that Stacy was in trouble, why couldn’t she admit that. He wouldn’t get mad. Through his binocular lens, he saw and confirmed that it was Stacy behind the wheel.

She looked so cute dress the way she was and her posture of confidence behind the wheel always got his adrenaline pumping and elevated the heat in his heart for her. The woman was a pro behind the wheel and always turned him on. Granted, truth be told, whenever they went anywhere, he drove. But, he had seen her drive through a few videos posted of her skills.

Mark made his way towards the Nova. Not wanting to make his presence known right away, he took a slightly different path to get close. From his marksman position, he saw the the whole story and started to put together a plan of rescue. It was rather interesting to note how Meg was perving off Stacy’s efforts to get free. The extra guest in the car only complicated his original plans to have a bit of fun with Stacy… as her struggles was doing a number on his arousal. Time to place his knight’s armor and go rescue the damsels in distress.

As Stacy saw Mark approach, she couldn’t help but break into tears. She had failed to arrive to his call on time. She knew in her heart that she’d get reprimanded… not that she’d ever experienced that before with Mark, but her heart understood that to be true. Sure, their relationship hadn’t reached that level yet, but she secretly hoped her heart was right about Mark and he would be the one to introduce her to this reality. She had let her knight down.

In a bit of dramatic fashion between the sobs and tears, Stacy wondered if this unexpected letdown of hers would delay the transition of her man in being her king. She, all too often, had the naughtiest of thoughts about him administering corrective measures leaving her rear end rosy and her heart very happy. Oh how she wished she had not let him down so completely. He had to leave his plans for her and hike to meet her. This was bad. She had been such a bad girl. However, he didn’t know about her secret feelings and how much she longed to be corrected whenever she was so naughty. But this took the cake, she had never been this bad.

Stacy had fought so hard to get the Nova free and avoid needless drama and towing bills. Meg was out from having had too much to drink, and while she was a great wing-woman, it was not for Meg to rescue her. It had not yet dawned on Stacy that Meg was awake and drinking in the sensual view of her exposed legs.

Meg felt bad for Stacy. She didn’t know how great she had it with Mark. He was not mad at her. Meg clearly could tell from his swag as he walked. He was coming for his princess… to rescue her. Had Mark not needed to catch a flight so soon, this rescue operation would have turned their relationship way too hot for their contract to wait for marriage. Mark would have quickly sent Meg heading home to meet with her lame boyfriend so he could ravage Stacy alone away from any ears to hear her screaming his name in passion.

Todd so needed to be mentored by Mark about how to dominate a woman and hold her in check. She sure could use a knight who knew his way around strong women who could switch easily. Alas, Todd didn’t know the rules and worse, fate had it that Stacy didn’t know what kind of knight she really had. She had the man of her fantasies right there but was not using him as a good girl should. There was no sharing Mark either, as he wasn’t into that and Stacy would never ever consider it either.

Meg allowed herself to steal one more look at Stacy and fantasize about how to recreate this very moment so that Mark could rescue her, she could force a special moment just for herself, but Mark seemed a bit too sharp for that. Oh le sigh!