The survey led Mark to conclude that the mud was not as deep as he once thought. There was some solid ground below. Judging by the low thread level of the tires, it was not likely that it would dig into the firm ground as rapidly as a new tire would. That was good and bad. Good because Stacy could spin away much harder without digging in as fast. Bad because there was less traction available to dig out with. His biggest concern was the frame coming to rest in the mud. As long as that wouldn’t happen quickly, he could put a good show of this before getting his truck.
Meg was getting transfixed watching Stacy follow her man’s every move. She was really eager to give this a go. Sure the V8 packed plenty of power, but this was mud. Didn’t matter. Stacy had put on a great show moments before, and if Mark was like most guys, he’d let her do it again on the count of keeping both ladies in the car. Meg undid her seatbelt to act like she was going to help Mark. His hand quickly rose to discourage her. Men’s predictable lovely sweet egos.
Now that Mark had assessed the ground, he figured there was a good ten minutes worth of play he could extract from this before reality set in and stopped the fun. There was only one tiny little problem, he’d have to seriously focus and keep any arousal out of sight. Meg didn’t need to see him enjoying this moment nor encourage her to continue staring at Stacy’s fanny.
Sounding as presidential as he could, Mark explained to Stacy what he wanted her to do. Meg was surprised that the instructions were actually good ones that might realistically have a chance to work. She had read this gentleman wrong. He was not the opportunist he could have been. The man restrained himself for the good of his lady. Stacy listened very attentively. While the awesome driver, this situation was not her area of expertise and she wanted to show Mark she was both a great listener and could atone for her sins of lateness.
Stacy repositioned herself and adjusted her grip of the steering wheel. She was going to get this right the first time, even though Mark had said it would take a few attempts to get the timing correct. Leaning forward and muttering a few threats to the car’s dash, she depressed the brake pedal and gently slipped the Nova into reverse. Mark had asked that she gently back up and not dig in. Very hesitantly she let her foot hover over the gas pedal hoping something would happen. Meg on her end drew in and held her breath hoping that Stacy would give in to her impulse and smoother the pedal with eagerness.
The car sagged a little before doing a mini rock back and forth and stopping. Mark understood what that meant and held his smile in check. Meg was way into this and had the bug in her for sure. He felt her tension build and anxiety level rise as her face flushed red wishing and hoping her friend would go into the sexiest frenzy of efforts to get free. This was too good to be true.
Stacy was watching Mark to see if she should floor the pedal, instead he was telling her to very easily apply a little bit of gas to back up. She timidly touched the pedal and felt the car rock a little backward. Another timid tap gave the same result. Meg was now clenching her thighs as a bead of perspiration was starting to form in the middle of her back. She was sending mental vibes urging Stacy on.
The third tap of the pedal was a bit more aggressive while timid and short lived. The car sputtered in protest as the while spun a quarter turn, shaking the women in a solid rock back and forth as the car settled in the depth of it’s mess. Mark knew the car was not going to reverse over the mound of dirt the spinning tires had built up, but if this mount was pressed and packed back enough, the car could theoretically rock back and forth and expand the grip of the hole. With enough momentum, not too much excessive spinning, the car would eventually rock over the lip of the hole and they’d be free. That is if Stacy did not get too generous with the pedal, something he secretly hoped he could explore alone with her one day.
Stacy was surprised by the amount of traction she was working with and how much the car had rocked her back in the seat. Meg had exhaled pretty loudly and unexpectedly. That jolt was rather intense, Stacy noted. What she was ignoring, but her libido had noticed, the rocking was very similar to what Meg had described happened when she made love to Todd. There was a certain way he rocked her when she was mounted on him that allowed her to feel jolted back and forth as she ground down her hips into him that sent her heaven-wards with pleasure. That was the motion her inner angel had detected and wanted a whole lot of.
Meg from her part was getting seriously aroused. If Stacy managed to reproduce this exact rocking sensation, she’d be reduced to a quivering mess instantly, wishing Todd was there to liberate her of her orgasm she felt coming. Worse, she couldn’t ask Stacy to help with that pent up need.
Mark saw the change in redness. Meg needed some release. What was a gentleman to do? He too wanted to introduce Stacy to this passion, but Meg was there, Stacy wouldn’t go for it. The quandary was forcing him to hold himself in check in ways he wished he didn’t have to.
Stacy, now pulling herself up and forward on the wheel, knew that she had to listen to Mark, who was more sternly asking her to go very easy on the gas, but her foot seemed to grow a mind of it’s own and wanted to get this over with quickly. Thrusting her hips back into the chair, causing Meg to nearly gasp with anticipation, Stacy over reached the pedal as she thrust her upper body back into the seat to encourage the car to back up.
The V8 acted like it had skipped a moment of breathing, paused, than sprang quickly to life slamming the ground with fury. The car nearly hopped up over the edge of the hole it was in before the laws of physics applied itself rudely to break traction. The car stopped it’s progress and slide down into the holes it was in as the tires loudly sang their song of protest.
The roar and vibrations made their way deeply into Stacy’s soul and stroked her libido… which sent the command to floor the gas pedal. The motor complied happily and sang out it’s liberation song as the car rocked back and forth in the hold of two comfortable wells of wetness. Meg reached out and gripped Stacy’s arm as she tried to control the flood of emotions that moved through her. Stacy took that to mean pause. She looked at Mark. He wasn’t smiling.
Stacy immediately let off the gas. She had let her emotions get the better of her. She was making things worse. She was highly embarrassed. Her foot got the best of her. She didn’t know what to say. Good thing Meg had stopped her. The steely stern look on Mark’s face, he was upset. She had let him down even further. He was picking up his probing stick, as if he was about to punish her, and started to make his way towards her window.
No. No. No. She was feeling ever so conflicted. She was very sorry, but the car was strangely very hot. Her friend had held her in check and spared her from making it worse, but the feeling of gratitude as disturbed by the intensity of the arm hold. Meg never held her arm that strongly outside of a scary movie.
Meg released Stacy. She now fully understood what Stacy meant about Mark’s look piercing the soul. He had established the ground rules. He was warning Meg to enjoy but not touch. Stacy was his and only his. She was not to mess with or tip her hand any other way. There was a bit of compassion and warmth in the warning nevertheless. He understood her predicament and needs. He was willing to allow her to sit next to the goddess of the Nova if she behaved. And behave she would.
Mark probed around the tires ceremoniously knowing full well that no harm was done with that excessive display of eagerness. Stacy was definitely a pleaser. And she had the bug too. But didn’t know it. Or at least, not to the extent Meg had it, but enough to make his future with her look very very bright.
Shallows of the Deep 