Back Seat Drivin
As Pete slowly pulled out, I was suddenly alone with Sally in the huge, deserted parking lot. I stared at her, not having the slightest idea as to what to say. It was as if I had never seen her before. As a sudden and brief moment of sobriety filtered into my brain, I began to wonder what I was doing there and why I hadn't gone home right after work. Feeling lost and very uncomfortable, I took my gaze away from her face, and for some dumb reason, I looked at her legs. Alcohol, along with the cerebrally centered debilitating qualities it possessed, re-entered the picture, and I didn't seem to care anymore as to why I didn't go home. As long as Sally's legs were in sight, I was happy. A sudden warm breeze kicked up and that loose fitting skirt waved like the cape of a matador in front of a crazed bull. Her bright, blond hair was blown across her face and the scent of her perfume made the smell from the exhaust of Pete's car a distant memory. This bull was primed and ready for the slaughter.
In the distance, I heard the local firehouse whistle blow. It was an everyday occurrence at midnight. Some people hated it. Most people liked it. Anyways, it told me what time it was and that I should've been heading for home quite a while ago. It also told me that the parking lot lights would be going off at any second. And, as I had predicted, one by one they began to shut off. The vapor lamps continued to glow dimly after the power went off, but in no time we were standing in complete darkness. I jumped as Sally spoke.
"I'm parked over by the retaining wall Bud," she said softly. "You gonna' take me over there or do I have to walk in the dark?"
"Oh yeah, right," I stammered. "Sure thing Sally.sorry."
Sally.sorry.Sally.sorry.Sally.sorry.went through my pickled brain as we walked over to my car. I heard myself giggle, but I didn't know why. I got in carefully as Sally walked around to the passenger side. I have no idea how long she stood there before she bent down and tapped on the window, telling me to unlock the door. If I weren't so affected by the beer, I would have felt like an asshole. Instead, I just leaned over and unlocked the door. As the dome light bathed the interior of the car in its bright light, my visual perception that had a direct link to sexual function was suddenly the only sector of my few functioning brain cells that worked. I watched intently as Sally's legs entered the car. The short skirt did little to hide the firm thighs that lie beneath it. Sally sat and waited patiently, seemingly not disturbed by my stare or the slight bulge growing in my pants. That is until a few minutes had passed. She then cleared her throat to bring me back to the living. I twitched at the sound and looked straight at her face. I didn't understand why the dome light was still on until I heard Sally close her door. She had deliberately left it open when she saw me gawking at her legs. I guess she was having as much fun as I was, maybe more. Again, we were in total darkness.
"Shall we get going Bud?" she asked. "I'm over there," she continued, pointing to the farthest corner of the lot.
I started the car and took a deep breath. If it wasn't bad enough that the beer impaired my senses, I now had Sally's legs to contend with. Also, in the closed car, her perfume was just as intoxicating as another beer would have been. I turned on the lights and slowly put the car in gear, the wheels turning very slowly. We hadn't rolled more than forty feet when Sally started to stir in her seat. I probably shouldn't have looked but once I did it was too late. I let the car roll to an easy stop by taking my foot off of the gas pedal and watched as Sally lifted her ass from the seat. She was pulling the hem of her skirt up and reaching underneath it with both hands. Suddenly, she was pulling her pantyhose off of her ass and down her legs. She flipped her shoes off and yanked the nylon torture chamber past her toes.
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In the distance, I heard the local firehouse whistle blow. It was an everyday occurrence at midnight. Some people hated it. Most people liked it. Anyways, it told me what time it was and that I should've been heading for home quite a while ago. It also told me that the parking lot lights would be going off at any second. And, as I had predicted, one by one they began to shut off. The vapor lamps continued to glow dimly after the power went off, but in no time we were standing in complete darkness. I jumped as Sally spoke.
"I'm parked over by the retaining wall Bud," she said softly. "You gonna' take me over there or do I have to walk in the dark?"
"Oh yeah, right," I stammered. "Sure thing Sally.sorry."
Sally.sorry.Sally.sorry.Sally.sorry.went through my pickled brain as we walked over to my car. I heard myself giggle, but I didn't know why. I got in carefully as Sally walked around to the passenger side. I have no idea how long she stood there before she bent down and tapped on the window, telling me to unlock the door. If I weren't so affected by the beer, I would have felt like an asshole. Instead, I just leaned over and unlocked the door. As the dome light bathed the interior of the car in its bright light, my visual perception that had a direct link to sexual function was suddenly the only sector of my few functioning brain cells that worked. I watched intently as Sally's legs entered the car. The short skirt did little to hide the firm thighs that lie beneath it. Sally sat and waited patiently, seemingly not disturbed by my stare or the slight bulge growing in my pants. That is until a few minutes had passed. She then cleared her throat to bring me back to the living. I twitched at the sound and looked straight at her face. I didn't understand why the dome light was still on until I heard Sally close her door. She had deliberately left it open when she saw me gawking at her legs. I guess she was having as much fun as I was, maybe more. Again, we were in total darkness.
"Shall we get going Bud?" she asked. "I'm over there," she continued, pointing to the farthest corner of the lot.
I started the car and took a deep breath. If it wasn't bad enough that the beer impaired my senses, I now had Sally's legs to contend with. Also, in the closed car, her perfume was just as intoxicating as another beer would have been. I turned on the lights and slowly put the car in gear, the wheels turning very slowly. We hadn't rolled more than forty feet when Sally started to stir in her seat. I probably shouldn't have looked but once I did it was too late. I let the car roll to an easy stop by taking my foot off of the gas pedal and watched as Sally lifted her ass from the seat. She was pulling the hem of her skirt up and reaching underneath it with both hands. Suddenly, she was pulling her pantyhose off of her ass and down her legs. She flipped her shoes off and yanked the nylon torture chamber past her toes.
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