Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara

... provocatively. “Hmmm, just you wait and see; quite unlike you my dear, everything is understated about this car. There is a bit of dual carriageway coming up in a second,” Drew challenged her back wanting to stir things up a bit before a forthcoming turn of speed. The road passed out of the lightly built up area they had been passing through, then split into two carriage ways so that the traffic both thinned out and speeded up. Drew dropped down into third gear, and pushed his foot hard down to the floor. Immediately Barbara felt a powerful and sustained thrust applied to her buttocks through the seat. She was abruptly pinned back deep into the soft, yielding, leather seat as the car surged forward; its twin exhausts now roaring like a pair of jet engines. The wind now whistled loudly over their heads. Barbara took a headscarf from her handbag and tied it tightly. The Daimler seemed to leap away, accelerating furiously. Drew changed smoothly up into top gear, but the restraining forces continued to pin her down as the remorseless acceleration showed no sign of letting up. Calmly he flicked into overdrive; yet still the pace increased. Now hammering down the outside lane they passed every other vehicle in sight before bursting into a straight section of clear and empty road. Glancing to her right, Barbara saw the rev counter was registering only halfway round the dial, but the speedometer had moved past a hundred miles an hour. Along with the thrill of speed, she felt a ...

... pleasant and familiar warm sensation begin to build between her legs. Out of the corner of his eye Drew noticed her relax and part her thighs slightly. He was pleased at the effect. Surely these sensations were starting to turn her on, just a little. Grinning broadly he lifted his foot; the car slowed gently to a legal sixty miles an hour. “How was that?” he enquired, “Not quite so old fashioned then?” “Well no,” she replied grinning at him. “That was interesting, a bit of a well worn cliché though; burn it up a bit and turn her on... it works, but I am still not entirely convinced.” “Takes a lot then does it?” “Oh yes, the back of a big motorbike would be better, but you are getting there. I liked the breeze in my hair,” she teased, determined to keep him pinned down and struggling. By this time they had reached the outskirts of Dorking. They drove through the old town centre. The main street had a high pavement on one side and there were plenty of people going about their business in the little shops. At the end of the high street the road divided; Drew took the turning labelled “Leith Hill” as they headed back out of the town up along a narrow wooded country lane. For a few miles, the lane twisted and turned between trees and open spaces. He drove quite fast, squeezing the car round the bends by using the throttle and the fact that it was the rear wheels which were powered to push the back end tightly through each one. The combination of speed coupled with controlled movement in ...