The ideal situation would be for Mark to have the “bug” as well. This would have him fake pushing the car while Stacy bounced, rocked, and encouraged the car to get free. Well, that was how the guys online did it anyway. They always coached the gal to go the wrong way to get further entrenched. They even made the situation worse by digging the wheels deeper instead of making a path out. Meg never agreed to those shenanigans. It was not polite, it was wrong to exploit a situation. Even if that was the only way to get an authentic Body English show. A gentleman never put his woman out into worse situations. But, the desire to see Stacy wrestle this beast was just too great. This had to be the one exception to the rule. Or one had to be made. Stacy was just too gorgeously oblivious to how sexy she was.

Meg tried to not bite her lip, as she was keenly aware that Mark was studying her while putting on a great show for Stacy that he was searching for a solution for her freedom. Stacy was a nervous wreck… fidgeting about wondering how she would ever make this up to Mark for not only being late, but now causing him to waste time rescuing her.

Stacy was too cute. She meant well. She was just crazy head over heels for Mark. The woman was just besides herself. That eagerness was prime. It was just the preferred perfect ingredient to coax a gal into putting on a magnificent show. Most guys online figured that such a show always led to mind blowing sex. How lame were these boys.

But, given how Stacy wanted Mark so badly, this was that rare real life moment where the stars had aligned so perfectly for Meg. But Mark was eying her very very closely. She had to behave. She had to show respect. This man, based on his eyes, was more than capable of wrecking havoc on anyone who crossed his lady the wrong way.

Mark understood the vast array of emotions washing over the faces of the two women in the car. Stacy was taking this mess quite personal. Their alone time was now being spent extricating a tank of a car. Meg on her end was seeing the promise land of her fantasies being played out by the wrong person at the wrong time. Worse, she had to hide her duality from her friend to save the friendship. Plus, he was not going to allow anyone to play with his lady either.

Unfortunately for Meg, males never got the Body English right. They were just too rough and ruthless. Their ego and anger got the better of them and they abused the machinery. Many guys had destroyed transmissions and blown head gaskets by just being brutal to their vehicle in similar situations. An angry frustrated male had no sense of limit whenever they were in such situations. Brute violent force was their approach. Todd, even if he wanted to, couldn’t deliver the experience Meg was looking for. His instinct would have kicked in and machismo would have ruined it.

Meg needed the finesse of a woman. She needed the motion of someone in heat. The passionate pleas trying to understand why they were imprisoned. The negotiations with the circumstance. The helplessness at being so stranded. The anxiety of not being able to get free. The raw emotions. The delicate balance of logical thinking with emotional struggle for liberation while not trying to give in to raw unchecked panic. That eye dilate rush of wanting to get free and feeling like you’re inches from freedom without being able to touch and acquire that freedom. That mind bending infuriating sexual tension that comes from nearly getting free but just not quite having enough power to get free. And the unrelenting pursuit of a logical escape. Throwing your body about to help the momentum build. The thrusting the hips to coach a bit more rocking. The hope that bouncing would add just enough traction to inch forward into freedom. Yeah, no guy understood that. Only the complex mind of one who remained just logical enough and patient enough… the touch of a woman not fully in a state of fury.

Mark saw it all register on Meg’s face. The tension was palpable. Meg was like a caged bird yearning to be set free… fighting the urge to flap her wings to not alert Stacy of her feelings, yet climbing all over the cage trying to signal to Mark to let her have some fun. What was a man to do? The ethical dilemma would be quickly solved by going to get his jeep. The problem would be rectified. However, the satisfaction of coaching his lady to her own freedom and seeing her face radiating with gratitude… he had to do the right thing. He’d get his jeep. He had to be the gentleman he was. Meg would have to live without the show of a lifetime.

The shift of resolve in Mark’s face told Meg all she didn’t want to hear. There would be no gratuitous foreplay scenery of Stacy grinding her hips into the seat urging the car on. There was no sexy scoot and irrational pleading. There was no logical basis for finding this so hot and bothersome, but to Meg, this was the only chance of getting a genuine Body English arousing show and Mark had made up his mind. Poor Stacy, fidgeting nervously wringing her hands at the mess she had made for her man. Too cute. Too sexy. Too hot. This was madness. Meg had to blame the alcohol for this. This was torturous.

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V8 of Eights

V8 of Eights – Chapter 7 - Chapter 7 Freedom. Exhilaration. Passion. Bonding. Relationships grown through struggle. Who knew that a screaming V8 could boost a relationship to new heights
V8 of Eights – Chapter 6 - Driven to prove a point, Stacy pleads with Mark to have another chance. The fun intensifies and Mark shows his tenderness in caring for Stacy. Will this be the chapter where they make the cabin? The before last chapter in this long series...
V8 of Eights – Chapter 5 - It was time to attempt to go forward. Instructing Stacy to gently rock forward, he got into position to push. … More
V8 of Eights – Chapter 4 - The ideal situation would be for Mark to have the “bug” as well. This would have him fake pushing the … More
V8 of Eights – Chapter 3 - After a few cranks, the motor came to life with a gleeful burble only a V8 could produce. As things … More
V8 of Eights – Chapter 2 - V8 Chapter 2 - The cabin held lots of secrets. One young man, Mark, learns of paddles, belts, and straps have more than one purpose. A kink is uncovered.
V8 of Eights – Chapter 1 - V8 Chapter 1 - Mark as the hots for Stacy. Meg is the ideal wing woman. College years may have been a bit boring... but... patience is a virtue when you're playing outside your league
V8 of Eights – Introductions - V8 intro - who knew that a revved V8 struggling for traction could be the start of a new romance Trying out a different genre of romance and damsel in distress
Before We Shift Story Telling Gears - A little letter to readers.... housekeeping... before the next story line gets launched A new take on the "Damsel in Distress" genre is coming... for the summer