Seeing none, the blond reached down and unbuttoned the four buttons keeping her short skirt closed.Seeing none, the blond reached down and unbuttoned the four buttons keeping her short skirt closed. The sides fell back to reveal her bikini panties, crotch dark with her dampness. She looked back up at me as if for approval as she stroked herself through the frilly garment. I was grinning like an idiot and my dick was becoming uncomfortable as it expanded in my jeans. I reached inside to shift my rod and felt the wetness of my precum already flowing. This horny doll was making me ache. I looked back down and the slim creature pulled the waistband of her underwear out so I could see her bush, gleaming wetly. Then she turned on her cruise control, made sure the wheels were straight, then let go of the steering wheel to grab the sides of her panties and jerk them down past her shapely hips. She grabbed the wheel with one hand, working the frilly nothings the rest of the way off with the other. Now her gorgeous pussy was fully exposed to my view. Not needing her feet for the pedals, she turned slightly sideways and put her right leg across the seat, spreading her cunt wide for me. Her hand reached down and opened the lips, showing me her shiny clit protruding from the slit. Her eyes were on the road as she exposed herself to me, her hand busily jamming two fingers into her dripping hole. She drew her slick fingers out of her hot pussy and encircled her clit again, flicking it back and forth. Her fingers flew faster and faster in her quim and her driving became erratic. I knew this was getting dangerous so I touched my horn to get her attention. She looked up at me with glassy eyes and I pointed to myself, then at her, then off to the side of the road. She looked thoughtful for a minute, then nodded and beckoned me to follow her. She floored her convertible and pulled ahead. I hoped fervently that none of the Georgia Patrol were around right now. I pressed on the gas to keep up with the horny doll and we soon passed 90 mph. Two exits passed, then I saw her turn signal as she took the offramp. The blonde barely slowed at the intersection. We were on a deserted tree-lined backroad that reminded me of Gone with the Wind scenery. After about four miles, she indicated a left turn and pulled off on to a dirt road that led into the trees. A hundred yards or so in, she came to a stop in the shade of a huge old oak tree and hopped out. |