"What else are you going to do for the next oh, ten hours?" Jack watched the road for a moment longer then looked over to her. She was sitting there thinking about it. He knew as much because her heart was pumping her soft little jacket off her left breast like a jackrabbit kicking out of a trap. He hadn't started with these intentions, but Bethany got him going, and he didn't want to stop.
"I can't." She shook her head.
"Sure you can. I'll help you. It'll make the drive more interesting." He nodded then reached over and stroked her arm from her shoulder to her elbow. "Live a little."
The words fell on Bethany like a warm blanket. Living a little was the point, right? She wanted to live like the woman without fear. To be in charge of her life and experience all the world had to offer. Bethany Dodson would never, ever, think of doing such a thing, but Bethany Johnson really liked the way Jack thought. It was like being in the hotel again. Anyone who drove by, though they would have to be in a truck just as high and actually look or pay attention, could see her doing it.
"All right," she said softly.
Jack swerved and straightened again. He was not expecting her to actually go through with it. She liked the fact that she had shocked him for a change.
"But not if you can't control the wheel."
"I can, I will, I just ... I will." He tightened two hands on the wheel for a moment.
"Okay," she said.
He could feel the heat creep over his cheeks. She had him, and she knew it.
"Where should I start?" she said in a purposely low and seductive tone.
"Take your top off." He could not control the timbre in his voice. He was now turned on and, as a safety precaution, put the vehicle on cruise. His foot was liable to get a little heavy.
She unzipped the soft jacket and slid it off her arms. A plain white T-shirt was underneath. He balanced his attention between the road and Bethany. The inside of the cab was warming up even with the air on. "Shirt next."
She pulled the top over her head slowly and folded it neatly. The stack of clothes beside her was piling up.
"And?"
"Pants." He nodded. He swallowed the drool gathering in his mouth. She had to be the most voluptuous woman he had ever seen nude. She looked soft all over, no bones sticking out anywhere.
"Not the bra?" Bethany licked her lips and batted her eyes. She liked this. He could feel it.
"Not yet." He shook his head. Oh, what had he unleashed?
Bethany unsnapped the seatbelt and lifted her hips to remove the pants. She was not wearing little yellow ducks today. Oh no, she had a thong on.
"Take off the thong." He shifted uneasily. His cock strained against his fly and begged for freedom. Freedom it would not get. This was about her, at least for now.
Slowly, she lifted her hips and pulled the thong off. She then proceeded to neatly fold the scrap of material, as if it needed to be folded, and placed it on the pants. She reached for the bra strap and stopped as another vehicle drove past.
"I dare you," he whispered.
She took that challenge. She removed the bra and adjusted her position, so she faced him.
"Shouldn't you be in the slow lane anyways?" she asked as she folded the bra and set the stack of clothes on the suitcases in the backseat.
"I was getting over when you took off the thong, sweetheart, forgive me. I got distracted." He laughed.
"You're hard, aren't you?" she asked. His laugh ended in a groan.
"Very."
"So, why don't you take off your clothes?" Innocently, she quipped.
"This isn't about me, but I will make an adjustment now you noticed." Jack unbuttoned his jeans, and his cock sprang free. He sighed in relief. "Much better. Now back to you."
"He looks angry." She bit her lower lip as she looked at his dick like it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. The way she looked at him alone was enough to make his knees weak.
"He is angry, but he doesn't boss me. So, what are you going to do next?" He wiggled his eyebrows. He had to get the attention back where it belonged. On her. This was his fantasy, and she was fulfilling it, but he suspected she liked his wild side. His cock agreed and bounced on its own accord.
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