V8 of Eights part 5

Mark was not happy with the fact he was such a gentleman. OK, usually this was never an issue for him. But today, this was the first time that there was such a serious conflict of interests going on in his head and pants. For starters, most guys would find it paradise to have two gorgeous women as captive audience who would do anything you tell them to for the name sake of freedom from their trap. But that was not what Mark felt was ethical.

Sure, he could already picture how the Body English of Stacy would translate into the bedroom. She had that hip thrusting action that was both sensual and highly provocative. She had a harmonious way of moving that sent all manners of heat through his body. The bouncing in the seat was not so much a turn on as it was hilarious. Cute maybe. There was no way that her very light figure would have any influence on the traction of the tires, but the thought was cute and funny. What really drove the point home though was when Stacy combined the rocking and bouncing. Her boobs took on a full life of their own and moved with such mesmerizing undulational fervor that no man would not be turned on by them. It was just erotically captivating.

Knowing that Meg was enamored by the motion of Stacy, Mark had to protect his lady from discovering this and feeling traumatically hurt. There was no way to let her be perved on like this. The freebie show Meg got in her drunken sleepy state was all she was going to get, although she sobered up rather quickly for the show. Was she really drunk or was this part of her plan to see Stacy drive? Mark was not convinced the show was all accidental now.

As Mark rounded back to the driver’s window to further assure his nervous lady, he raised his eyebrows as he noted Meg’s slight lick of her lips. She was still thinking about all that friction from hip grinding Stacy had done and probably was aroused by now. Why else would her face be flushing over a different shade of red… quite different from alcohol induced reddening.

Mark was not a threesome type of guy. That was not his idea of fun. Mainly because he felt he couldn’t give each gal their proper due attention. One would always be at a deficit. Even if that was negotiated in advance that one would get less attention and be more of a pet, this was not something he wanted to do. He enjoyed focusing his undivided attention on pleasing one woman. Today, he was focused on rescuing Stacy. Meg was that lovely friend that could mess things up if things went south. Stacy would expect him to look out for her best friend. The added responsibly… Mark shrugged it off.

The risk of jealousy was not worth it to him. Worse, two girls doing things to themselves was not too appealing to Mark either… on the grounds that he was not in the action and providing the pleasure. Mark derived most of his enjoyment from orchestrating the fun his lady experienced.

Stacy asked Mark if he thought it would help if she tried to go while he pushed. He was ready to say no but the pout on her lips was messing with his head. His little was trying to communicate something cryptically to him. Sure, she wanted to get out of the mess… but… the pout was more than that. She seemed to want to play in a manner he had not seen before. Not the play in the car while he rescued her, but more like the naughty type of play he hoped she was open to trying.

Mark drew in his breath slightly. He had to tread very carefully. Meg was in ear shot. Plus, he was struggling to keep cool himself. He was in front of one of his silly stupid fantasies anyway and his lady was wearing the living daylights out of that summer dress that was barely covering any bases. Oh he so wanted to kick Meg out and jump in and have his way with his lady right then and there. Her lips were just calling him and taunting him. The eyes… oh the eyes… he had to free her inner kitten and introduce her to all the joys and pleasures she had no idea was available to her.

Back. On. Focus! Mark chastised himself for having a moment of weakness. He assured his lady that the best possible outcome was for him to go get his truck and pull them out. It would totally eat into their plans and he’d have to make it up to her. He was relieved to note that Meg not only agreed, with her nod, but echoed the same sentiments to Stacy.

This made Stacy blush horribly. She had messed up. She had ruined their date. She was the one who was too distracted with naughty thoughts and didn’t watch closely enough where she was going. She took the turn wrong. She knew better than to apex a corner like that. And worse, she knew that letting off the gas was what killed her momentum directly causing her to be in this predicament. Paying the towing bill was not a problem. Missing out on this date was unacceptable. She had to make this right and quickly.

With a bit too much umph in her plea, Stacy tried to reason with Mark. She felt that she could get out of this mess with a little push and a bit of coaching. She apologized once again as she tugged at her risen hemline. She even argued that the time it took to get free would be less than the time it took for him to walk to the cabin, get the truck, hook it up, and then tow. They’d still have to get back to the cabin, clean up the car, and then it would be time to go back.

Her last pitch to her man involved her trying her best seduction move. She lowered her voice, leaned forward, reached out and nearly touched his manhood, and reassured him that once she had made up for her mistake, she’d more than make up for her lateness. Even if it mean being spanked for being so naughty in getting stuck and late.

The whole seduction play was not well rehearsed enough to have the full desired effect, but what got to Mark was the window of opportunity to see her inner kitten wanting to play. This was all he had been dreaming of for the longest. She was open to kink. At least in jest anyway. Mark had to hedge his emotions and keep them in check. He had been down this road before where he thought he had found his kitten only to find out she was not. While that was cute in teen years, this was the big leagues. He didn’t want to fish too long to find his kitten.

Meg seized that moment of pause to interject her own thoughts into the situation. Knowing that Stacy wanted to push the naughty boundaries with Mark, she added that she could get out and push to help speed up the process. Mark was not going to have any of that, she knew quite accurately. There was no way Mark was going to have Meg help him push or worse, discovery that he wasn’t pushing with all his might either. This silly goofy thing he was into had to be kept totally a secret, even if Meg was totally trustworthy with secrets.

Clearing his throat, Mark stepped to look at the scenario once more. Picking up a stick, he started to probe the ground while furrowing his brows. If he was to play this game, he had to make sure the car was not going to settle in too much further. Once that suction of the mud took hold of the frame, pulling a car out would require far more power than his truck could provide. He’d seen this before on his uncle’s field. Mud was good at sucking in vehicles once it found a hold of the frame. A giant suction cup really.