Closing her eyes, Meg prayed this was just a moment of alcohol fueled delusion. She could not be so entranced by Mark. The power of his dominance was filling her lungs with desire in a way she had only read about in books. Or felt around some women, like Stacy.
Mark gently guided Stacy close and then rewarded her with a kiss. The way she moaned and groaned and shivered, it was clear that she wanted sex right then and there. Good thing for their original promise, they were not in the cabin alone. This degree of powerful urge was not to be denied lightly.
He tasted her hunger. He allowed his tongue to explore and savor the passion she had for him. He needed her. She was saving his soul. She was fueling his drive. He could take her now, he knew how to keep Meg quiet. By the way Meg was shifting in the car, she might just want to join the fun. Given how Stacy was responding to him, he wouldn’t have a hard time arranging the threesome that seemed to be perfectly set up for him. Not that this was his cup of tea.
Mark pulled back. He had conveyed the message that he was not mad. If anything, his compassion seemed to have connected with Stacy who seemed a lot more calm and a whole lot more aroused.
With a small bit of sadness, Mark announced that it was best that he go get his truck and tow them out. While that saddened Stacy a bit, she knew that this was the right thing to do. This was the only way to salvage any moments of alone time that they would have.
Meg, with no regards to the sanctity of the moment, spoke up. Her needs were not yet met. She was feeling extra selfish now that the alcohol was nearly burned out of her system. She was still tingling from her edging. She proposed that Mark allow Stacy the honor of redeeming herself one last time. She promised to help if that would give Stacy the chance to regain her honor as a stellar driver.
Mark noted with great interest the distracted nature of Meg’s plea while Stacy seemed to come alive with optimism and renewed sense of determination. She was almost like a child in a candy store being offered the option of many candies to fill in one take home bag. The excitement should not be denied. Plus, Mark knew that Stacy’s legendary reputation was critically important to her. She wanted to have other men know that she could do anything they could do but better while in heels.
Looking back at the rear of the car, Mark felt there was even less of a chance of her getting out on her own power. She had dug in quite a bit deeper this time around. The hole had very little margin to allow effective rocking to take place.
Looking at his watch, he also knew that even with a tow, there was not much time to do anything other than quickly rinse off the Nova.
Switching his face to a more stern look, Mark gave Stacy the best instructions he thought would apply. Meg was listening closely as well. The man was not giving her any fake instructions either. If those were followed precisely, there was that 1% chance that she would get free. Provided she didn’t bury her sandaled foot into the carpet.
Meg added that Stacy should rev the motor a little. It was running a little badly from idling in gear for a while. Stacy placed the transmission in park and gently revved the motor a few times. It was almost as if she was caressing a tamed beast and coaxing it to wake up.
Meg felt flashes of heat warm her heated soft box. The vibration of the motor was translating well through the seat. The torque twist of the body was reminding Meg of when Todd was climbing the bed to mount her. He was ever so careful and gentle. But that sweet rocking feel always made Meg eager to get him into her. Now, Stacy was recreating that rocking motion as she gently revved. Meg’s mind was getting scrambled with desirous messages.
Mark got in front of the car to push. Stacy placed the car in reverse. Soon as she released the brake, Mark pushed with all he had. Meg rocked back. The car inched back. Stacy gave the pedal a short stab. The twist of the frame shivered Meg with serious arousal. The car bucked and protested.
Mark’s face was turning purple from pushing so hard. He looked like an angry beast ready to destroy the captor of his lady. His grunting was mesmerizing the ladies and transfixing them in a state of want. His veins were popping out and his eyes looked possessed with intensity.
Stacy jabbed the pedal again. The car rocked harder. She jabbed again. The car rocked harder still. She hesitated too long. The car slid back forward and pushed Mark back. The look of surprise as he tried to hold the car in place nearly panicked Stacy who slammed the pedal hard… out of fear that Mark was getting hurt.
The car viciously bucked, twisted, coughed, jolted back before traction was lost and the motor screamed in anger before stalling with a massive backfire.
The car settled back into the hole. Mark stood up. He was streaming sweat. Meg was holding her breath as she saw what looked like a Herculean transformation of Mark into Goliath of rippling muscles.
Stacy was besides herself and was starting to grind her hips. Her man was definitely a lot hotter than she had ever known or understood. First time seeing him show his primal side. First time she saw him working with his hands so forcefully.
Mark made his way to the back of the car as he was wiping sweat off his brow. He looked very motivated to rescue the gals. Only he knew that he was not giving it 110%. He was just trying to create as much rocking space for the car to have a prayer of a chance to get free with him driving. He was not confident that Stacy would follow directions, especially after she had gunned the motor at the most wrong of possible moments.
Stacy, trying to recover, quickly placed the car in park and fired up the motor after some coaxing. She had to rev it a few good times to clear out the roughness in the tone of the motor. Once it was purring like a good V8, she slipped the car into drive.
Mark tapped the trunk, indicating he was ready, and Stacy gripped her steering wheel and braced herself to fight for her lover. Meg also positioned herself, as she saw the look on Stacy’s face. The woman was possessed with determination. She was going to get free or kill the motor trying. Oh heavens yes, this was going to be the big release she was craving.
With one determined pursing of lips, Stacy slammed the gas pedal to the floor unleashing her fury on the car for not letting her get free. The punishment shot too much fuel into the carburetor. The motor coughed. Sputtered. Spat. Hickupped. Flinched. Gasped. Labored to rise up the RPM band between violent bursts of premature detonations in the cylinders.
Stacy was not letting off at all. She wanted out and badly. Her rear was rising off the seat as she pushed the pedal with all her might. Her drippings was not a concern of hers. Her exposed thighs not a factor. She wanted out.
The motor eventually sprang to life as the tires lost traction and the car bucked forward and nearly out of the hole it was in. Sadly, Stacy had lifted off the pedal just before the car made it free. The backfire was impressively loud from all that unburned fuel that flowed out the motor into the exhaust pipes.
Shallows of the Deep 