Down the motorway

“How fast does this thing go then?” you enquire when you are back on the move, “bet it’s a nippy little thing isn’t it.”

“Well, if you have the time, I could give you both a test drive” and as he offers, he puts his foot firmer onto the accelerator and the car starts to speed up along the quiet road leading away from the town.

“We need music” Lucy suddenly declares from the back seat, and without an invitation, dives between the front seats, her breasts almost resting on the driver’s hand on the gear stick. A quick twist on the dial and the car is filled with the sound of the local radio station’s dance show. “Now that’s just right hey Dani, time to party” she cries out from the back, and looking around, you watch as she tries to dance whilst still seated.

“Exactly how much wine did you have before we come out?” you ask laughing as she waves her arms above her head. Her high spirits though are contagious and you join in her seated dance, much to the amusement of your happy driver.

“I feel left out” he shouts above the music, “Hold tight girls, time to show you what this thing can do” he adds as he pulls out onto the motorway at last.

“Whooooooooooo” both you and Lucy scream together as the car picks up speed until you are flying along at close to a hundred.