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Arc Deco 2 - Our magician saves the world, but at a cost.
To my ears it sounded like someone stepping on a stick as they walked through the woods. I totally freaked and just bolted towards the car. I ran straight to the door and pulled on the handle. It was locked! It was friggen locked! In my panic all I could think of doing was yanking on the handle over and over again. Suddenly I heard a beep and the door opened when I yanked on the handle. I jumped in the car and crouched down in the seat. The car thumped and then Betty opened the driver's door and got in. Without a word she started the car and we drove off.
I just sat there with my hand over my pussy and my legs crossed at the ankles until my panic faded and my mind started working again. I suddenly realized that I was wet and it wasn't because I just pissed! What the hell is that about I thought? We were about five minutes down the road by now.
"Betty, where are my pants?" I asked.
She laughed and said, "Since you like streaking so much I just tossed them in the trunk."
"You did what!" I said in disbelief.
"Oh relax, if you weren't so uptight in the first place you wouldn't be sitting here half naked now. Besides we're so far out now that we won't see another person until we leave to go home. And even if we did they can't see anything unless you stick your ass out the window."
For some odd reason my mind pictured the unusual position I'd have to get into in order to stick my ass out the window. I just started cracking up and before long Betty joined me.
"Oh my god!" I said still laughing. "I'd have to be a contortionist to do that."
"Yeah," she said laughing, "Like you could even do that!"
"Hey! I do yoga three times a week you have no idea the positions I can get into!"
"Uh huh, sure you can Donna," she said with a condescending half smile.
I admit, I sat back in my seat and just pouted for a few minutes. I have no idea why. Why did I care? Why was it pissing me off so much that Betty thought I couldn't stick my ass out a car window? It was stupid and childish but I found myself saying, "Oh yeah! Watch this!"
I rolled the window all the way down and got up on the seat on all fours. My ass was just a little to low to fit out the window so I backed up. I found myself with my right foot on the floor so that I could raise myself up and my left leg bent at the knee for balance. Positioned this way I leaned forward, moved back and my ass went right out the window. My eyes flew wide open and I said, "Ohhhh..."
"What?" Betty asked.
"The, um, wind is, it feels good."
"Really," she asked with a smile, "then go on, do what you have to I won't tell anyone."
I looked at her like she had just offered me a plate of golf balls covered in peanut butter and anchovies but after a few seconds my hand actually started to reach for my pussy. I had just lightly touched my clit when I saw headlights coming in the opposite direction. I dove down flat on the seat and found my face in Betty's lap. She petted my head and said with a smile, "Oh baby, I had no idea you went that way."
I laughed at her, bit her thigh and sat up.
"Ouch! That freakin' hurt," she said rubbing her thigh.
"Oh please, I didn't bite you that hard. Besides I know you like it rough. I heard you having sex with your ex."
"Oh that," she said with a smile, "it wasn't me who liked it rough. It was David, if you know what I mean."
"Um, no, I'm not sure that I do."
"Well he got off on me being a little dominant."
"No way," I said stunned, "what did you two do?"
I was sitting with my back resting on the passenger door. My right leg was on the floor and my left leg was bent at the knee so that I was sitting on my foot.
"He used to like it when I spanked him."
"Really," I said in a quiet voice, squirming so that my asshole rubbed against my foot.
I had leaned back and arched my back just a bit. My right hand
rested on my thigh but it was inching closer to my pussy as I thought about Betty spanking David.
"Yeah, promise never to tell anyone?" She asked.
"I swear I won't say a word as long as you promise