Lizzie’s Dare 2
We were heading for the main dual carriageway and Chris issued instructions.
We were heading for the main dual carriageway and Chris issued instructions.
“Right, Elizabeth. Off with your top.”
The way he said it, I could imagine he wanted to say ‘right Lizzie, suck him off’. The thought made me juicy. Lizzie removed her blouse.
“Good girl! What do you think Tracy? Let a few drivers see her bra or get her tits out straight away?”
“Tits out. Definitely.”
“Okay. Unclip her bra and push it off.”
I had no problem doing that! Judging by Chris’s husky voice, he was being turned on big time by what he was ordering and I was a little concerned about his concentration level!
Lizzie obediently half turned away, and I unclasped her bra and pushed the shoulder straps off. The bra was quite capable of falling off by itself, but I felt compelled to ensure it did by running my hands under her arms, groping both tits and squeezing. Lizzie was silent, but seemed more than happy with what was happening. Her breathing told me that.
I was sitting behind Chris, so Lizzie was next to any vehicle we passed. It was mainly cars at first and she was hunched down leaving her exposed tits below the window.
Like a Miss Goody two shoes at school, I informed Chris of this. Lizzie gave me a look which she tried to make withering, but her lips couldn’t resist shaping a smile.
“Elizabeth! Sit up straight!” Now Chris was in school teacher mode. A child style reprimand!
She did as told just as we were overtaking a transit van. “Slow down Chris, I think we need to brighten his day.”
Chris dutifully matched his speed to the van and brought our window level with the driver. Lizzie was staring ahead. This confused me. In the car park, she’d seemed so self-assured but now quite nervous. Trying to convince herself she wasn’t enjoying it? Placating her feeling she shouldn’t be so wanton? I know I felt that way in my early days.
I leant across my friend to see the van driver. He hadn’t glanced down. Silly fellow. He was youngish mid-European. “Give him a toot, Chris.”
That did the trick. He glanced over. I massaged Lizzie’s tit, and his eyes said it all. “Look, Lizzie! Bet you’re giving him a hard. Give him a smile too.”
She turned her head and body towards him and smiled. I couldn’t quite tell how forced it was. I cupped my hands under both tits and waggled them. His leer got more pronounced, and he gave a thumbs up and shook his hand as if wanking. Lizzie let out a little squeak, followed by, “Oh god!” My immediate thought was she was embarrassed, but then her hand clamped down between her legs and her body trembled. She’d come! Not a major earthquake, but enough to rattle the china.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whispered into her ear as I dropped my head to her tit. I sucked. Hard. I pushed a hand up her skirt to check I was right. I was. Her knickers were very wet. It may not have been me exposing myself but the effect on me was almost as intense.
“Yes,” she eventually replied. Her head was still twisted towards the van, so I couldn’t see her expression. I leant into her, forcing her tit against the window. I imaged our friend would be driving one handed. I raised my head and had a peep. A leering smile on his face, and I’d swear an expression on Lizzie’s that said ‘I wish I could watch you wank.’ At the very least!
“Getting a queue behind me,” said our driver, “wave goodbye.” We did. The van driver blew us a kiss, and that broke the spell and for no accountable reason we dissolved into hysterics, more like teenage girls than middle aged women.
I wondered where this was going, how committed Lizzie was. Her seeming to freeze just now was at variance with the fact she’d come when she’d seen the driver staring at her tits.
“Was that your dare?” I asked after we’d calmed down. I’d originally thought it might be the car park episode, but I now felt there was more, and I was right.
“Sort of. But Chris has set the bar higher.”
“You’re going to flash your pussy?”
“Probably. His dare was for me to do everything he told me to. So I’ve no idea what’s in store.”
“Wow. Horny stuff.”
While we spoke, Lizzie was attempting to put her bra back on, but word came from the front seat. “Don’t you dare dress. Tracy take her bra away from her. Give it to me.” I did as instructed, and he laid it out on the dashboard. “There you are, wife. Letting the world see your undies. Best add your knickers. Take them off for her Tracy.”
There was no resistance from his wife. She helpfully raised her bum to let me pull them down and hand them to Chris, who hung them from the mirror.
I can’t recall how long it is since I’d last been out with them, a few weeks I suppose, but there was a mammoth difference in their attitude. Chris was much more assertive and Lizzie seemed to be lapping up being subservient. They’d been doing a lot of homework!
What was next I wondered?
What was next was making another van driver's day a lot brighter, or at least attempting to.
We continued down the dual carriageway with few opportunities for us to show Lizzie off. (I’d now concluded that Lizzie was seriously getting off on being told what to do so had in my mind joined forces with Chris. I was getting turned on as much by facilitating my friend’s exposure as flashing myself.)
Having her pretty knickers dangling like the dice of a seventies enthusiast from the rear view mirror was quite horny. It was exciting wondering what anyone who saw them might think. Realistically, I doubt anyone did notice them. Not then anyway.
So we were all watching the road ahead, hoping for a new audience, my hand up Lizzie’s skirt, lightly fingering her, keeping her lubricated. She wasn’t talking. Her eyes were alternatively watching for a van and closed, enjoying the sensation my fingers were giving her.
Then we saw a suitable van. Chris told Lizzie what he wanted her to do and asked me if I was okay with it. My reply was “Oh yes!”
Her reply — “What! No, no, no!”
“Lizzie!” His tone was sharp but done with humour. “Remember, no reward unless you do as you’re told.” That schoolmaster tone again.
A slight hesitation from his wife, then, “Alright. You are evil! As bad as this witch,” she said looking at me. The tone indicated the reverse. That she had so easily acquiesced to his suggestion/command was a surprise. God knows what her promised reward was. I’m not sure I’d have been willing to do what he’d asked at that stage in my career!
We were fast coming up on the van. “Okay, Elizabeth, into position.”
What he wanted was for us to go sixty-nine with her bum in the air by the window and me pulling her lips apart.
I briefly wondered which would incur the greater fine, our lewd goings on or not wearing seat belts!
Doing what he asked was not the easiest thing in the world. We shuffled around and that reintroduced the giggles, which was probably a good thing for Lizzie. Taking her mind off what she was about to do. The only saving grace for her was that she would be facing away from the driver, perhaps lessening any potential embarrassment. We got ourselves tangled together and my skirt got trapped under her body, which meant I couldn’t move. By the time we’d extricated ourselves, we were past the van. “Couldn’t slow down,” explained Chris, “whole line of traffic behind me.”
That was frustrating. At least for me. Lizzie’s look was one of relief tinged with the disappointment!
We motored on for a few miles and struck lucky. The traffic had thinned and there ahead was a large articulated lorry. Chris slowed down. “Okay girls, I’ll stay back here until you’ve sorted yourselves out.” We looked at each other. I smiled. Lizzie tried to. Her nerves were kicking back in. I said to Chris, “Give us a bit longer, I think I need to help get your wife in the mood.”
“Okay, tell me when.”
I scrambled across the seat and lay on my back. Lizzie turned away and straddled me, lowering her pussy towards my face. What a beautiful sight. I lifted my head slightly and licked. She rewarded me with an instantaneous shudder. The movement of the car added a strange sensuousness to it. My tongue delved deep. My thumb played gently with her clit. I didn’t know where she was on the scale of — ‘this is perverted’ to - ‘this is the randiest thing I’ve ever done’ - so took it slowly. It didn’t take long. I was soon sucking juice. Her breathing was soon telling me she was heating up nicely. I needed to be careful and not take her over the top so told our driver, “Go for it.”
He didn’t need asking twice. The acceleration acted as an aphrodisiac. Lizzie hadn’t been doing anything to me, too preoccupied as to what her husband was asking her to do, but now her hand pulled my knickers aside and I felt her tongue.
“Give us a commentary, Chris, we can’t see anything.” I managed to mumble.
“Okay, just coming along side now.”
I pushed Lizzie’s bum up away from me so the driver could see it through the window. She didn’t resist. In fact, she hardly needed encouraging. Her juices continued to flow.
“I can’t see much, not while I’m trying to watch the road, but I’ll beep him.” Chris said.
The horn sounded. “Got him. Think he’s seen you. I’ll stay here as long as I can. Nothing behind at the moment. Give him a real show, girls!”
So we did! By now we were both well wet, Lizzie’s juice dripping on my face, mine being lapped up. I put my hands onto Lizzie’s lips, took them between thumb and finger, and pulled them apart. Lizzie wiggled her bum, sending drops of her juice all over my face. There was a gigantic blast of an air horn. I think he’d seen us!
“Gotta move,” announced Chris and he accelerated away and then pulled in in front of the lorry. “Fancy giving him a closer look girls,” he asked. Neither of us replied. We may have lost our audience but so what? We had our mouths and hands full. I wasn’t about to stop enjoying Lizzie’s cunt and judging by the feel from my own pussy, neither was she about to abandon administering to mine. Somewhere along the line, she had pulled my knickers down to my ankles and I had my knees wide apart and her head hard in my groin, making the most erotic slurping noises.
To be continued…
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