V8 of Eights part 7

Stacy was waiting for the motor to smoothen out. It was rumbling like a sick puppy annoyed it can’t play freely. The new seating position felt more natural and comfortable. She knew she’d finally be able to get the power she needed to escape her situation.

Part of her brain was annoyed that she was thinking such foolishness. That part knew that being stuck this bad was hopeless. She had given it all she had. She had jumped and rocked and thrown herself about hoping for an escape. Logically, all that tire smoke meant that she was just burning up her tires.

However, something about the desire to prove to her man that she was able seemed to override all logics that small part of her brain could muster. She could not admit defeat. She could not admit that she had messed up. She had to make this right. She had to overcome. She could not depend on a man to rescue her, she had to be her own independent agent.

Sure, having a wing-woman is not exactly helping that sense of defiance much, but that was different. Plus, Meg was depending on her. She had appeared very out of breath from throwing herself about trying to help. The poor girl was so flustered and red of face. Her breathing was really ragged. That exertion and alcohol was not a good mix for her.

There was another small thought that was messing around with Stacy’s head. She felt it more than realized it. Meg was a bit too breathless and red for just one who was helping bounce the car free. It almost appeared as though she was sweating too. Worse, she was closing her legs as if she had to pee every couple of bounces.

Wait.

Meg had to pee?

All the more the urgency in getting free. Even if Stacy wanted to understand why she was feeling this intense sexual yearning deep within her. Something about this mess was rattling her inner desires. Was it because Mark was not in a suit for a change? Was it because his grunts from earlier had awakened her dark side? But he knew nothing of that dark side. She didn’t think he’d be very understanding and receptive. Especially the side about enjoying humiliation and pain. The side she never mentioned to anyone. Ever.

The motor was not getting any better. It was time to go nevertheless. It would have to obey and respond fast. She was not going to sit around and act helpless.

Taking a deep breath and readjusting her hands around the wheel, Stacy braced herself to go to war. Her ears barely registered Meg’s mumbled “oh…god…”

Slipping the car into reverse, Stacy waited for the gear to fully engage. The subtle twist of the frame under the torque load sent ripples of pleasure through her spine. The subtle vibration of the seat tickled her wetness and teased her mind to naughty thoughts.

Biting her lower lip, she slowly released the brake pedal. The RPM rose a bit and the car sank down as it settled into the hole. Unlike before, where her desire to thrash the pedal won out, she fought back the sense of panic and slowly applied the gas.

The car shuttered. The motor hesitated a little before rising to the occasion with a renewed defiant vibrato. She felt the torque pull on the frame as the car leaned to the left and slowly inched back. She gave it more gas. The lean increased, the seat buzzed with strength… her awareness of being exposed crashed through her mind as the seat hummed and ticked her arousal even harder.

Letting go the gas, the car sank forward back into the hole. As Stacy quickly wiggled her rear as she tucked her dress back in place, she noticed that Meg looked nearly horrified. As if she had seen a ghost or something very unexpected. What was her friend’s deal? Wouldn’t she want her decent and covered instead of rudely exposed?

Meg was trying not to panic. The view had been heavenly. The muscular quiver of her extended leg was just pushing her deeper over the edge of arousal part three. Stacy’s leg was perfect. Guys loved to look. She understood why. Meg thought to herself, Stacy really needs to insure those legs. Meg had fielded many requests of many photographers who wanted photos of those legs. They were perfect. But now, more covered than before.

Stacy was returning her attention to the pedal and the task at hand. Meg tried to play cool, but found the urge to grab herself getting too intense. Stacy was romping the pedal with ever so seductive pulses of demands. She was trying to induce a rocking motion with her foot. By going on and off the pedal at various degrees of pressure, she was using the power of the motor very smartly to force the car to rock in it’s hole. There was minimal wheel spin but ample amount of torque twist.

Meg felt like she was riding a bull that was not yet angry. That up and down mixed with that back and forth reminded her of the best days she’s had riding Todd hard in their bedroom. That sensation of being on top of the world and sitting on top of the most powerful machine as it heaved and gyrated looking for more of her.

Grabbing the seat cushion between her legs, Meg turned her head away from Stacy as she bit her lips and tried to hold back her own flood from pouring out yet again. Sadly, to no avail. She was losing it. With Mark watching, her need to be watched in the throws of passion was being met in the worst way. The forbidden look of another man was peeling back layers of inhibitions as she tried hard not to exclaim her pleasure audibly. She couldn’t let herself get caught.

Stacy was starting to lose patience. The rocking was working, but not nearly enough. She needed more power. She didn’t want to dig in too much further, but the feeling of that rocking was drilling her libido places she had rarely reached without her trusty vibe on full power.

It’s like her foot had a life of it’s own tapping away a song that was mesmerizing her womanhood. The flood gates were open. And unlike before, Stacy was very aware and hoping that Meg was not. Getting caught by Meg would be mortifying. However, she also was hoping Mark could see her and would approve of her having so much fun. But why would he appreciate that? She had messed up their date, she had ruined their moment, and she was now unable to get free.

That thought pushed her logical brain out and ushered in that deep yearning to be set free. No more being nice. No more being thoughtful. It was primal urgency now. Her foot started to slam the pedal down and she started to throw herself back into her seat.

Thankfully, Meg joined in immediately. With the two together, they’d get the car out in reverse. They pounded hard into the seats and ground their hips aggressively as they pushed hard into the floorboards.

The left rear tire was sawing away furiously and getting super heated fast. The hot exhaust from the tail pipe could not exhale nearly fast enough between belting rounds of full throttle.

The car was rocking pretty hard and getting closer to exiting the hole. The ground was not only too slippery, but the built up dirt and mud pile that had been set up from all that forward revving was proving too high for the car to clear without help.