My breasts are small but the boys still come to the yard...

The traffic thins out as the highway narrows down to a humble two-lane roadway. The road cuts through the trees and brush. Eric eases off the gas. He must be nervous, he doesn't slow down for anything.

Lewis says, "Okay Riley, relax and close your eyes."

I learned from my older brother Colin years ago when someone says relax and close your eyes you probably should do the exact opposite. But I am curious, so I comply with Lewis' direction.

All I hear is the rumble of tires over pavement and the steady sound of the car's engine.

Then I feel Lewis put his hands on my breasts. He says, "Don't open them. But remember, at any point, the safeword is at your disposal."

I say "You aren't the first person to touch them. I'm not sure how we made it this long without either of you trying to touching them."

Eric laughs, "Well, to tell the truth, the day after your seventeen birthday when you passed out from raiding your stepdad's liquor cabinet, we did put our hands on them for a second. We didn't undress you or anything."

My eyes snap open and I remove the hands resting on my bosom. "What?!"

Eric said, "I'm sorry. We couldn't resist. We didn't take a picture or anything. It was just the angle you were laying, the contour was so perky and beautiful."

I relax. I can't get mad. I mean, technically I can because it was done without my permission, but at the same time, my boobs get grabbed and brushed against half a dozen times a day by guys passing too close in the hallway between classes, and I don't hunt them down.

"Okay, it's fine guys. Whatever. I wish you would have told me about it back then. Hell, I would have probably let you touch them with me awake and sober."

Lewis says, "Noted. Now, close your eyes and relax. Breathe deep."

Oh god. This is going to be an interesting day. I close my eyes and try to relax. His hands return to my breasts. I hear the click of Eric's climate control, and based on the sudden chill in the air, he has turned the air down. My right arm feels like a meat locker with the air blowing on it. I know why he turned the air down, and so does my body.

Lewis slides his hands down from my breasts to the hem of my tee shirt. He tugs it up past my bra and his hands return to my bra. He fondles my breasts and while this isn't anything amazingly exciting, somehow having my eyes closed and relying solely on feel is enhancing his touch. I rest my hands on his forearms so he knows he can keep going.

Keep going he does. He unclasps the front of my bra and pulls the cups out of the way. The sub-arctic environment Eric has created causes my nipples to immediately harden. They are so hard they almost hurt. Lewis fondles my bare breasts now and the warmth of his hands counterbalances the chill air in the car. Then he goes to work on my nipples, rubbing and tweaking them. A mixture of pleasure and borderline pain emanates through my nerves while he squeezes them. A breathy moan escapes from my mouth. I move my hands behind my head, providing him with easier access

and I feel tingles of electricity at his touch.

I feel a sense of loss when one of his hands slides off my breast and down toward my navel. One hand remains in place and he continues to fondle the closest breast. It occurs to me that we are driving down a desolate highway with me in the front seat showing my girls off to the world, but I am enjoying this too much to even care. If a trucker coming the other way sees it and drives off the road because he's an idiot, that's his problem.

His other hand continues moving down to my waist. My belt is loose enough that it gives him more than enough room for that hand to slide inside the waistband of my jeans down to my crotch. He caresses with his fingers, softly at first, and then a little more firmly. He hasn't gotten to the spot yet, but I'm betting he isn't trying to get there yet. I move my hand to the "lonely" breast and start fondling it myself. If only he had three hands, I'd be all set. Lewis finds the spot, stroking back and forth. The sensation through the fabric achieves the desired result. I can feel the fabric in my thong getting damp. Lewis is clearly aware of this change too. He pulls his hand up, then moves it inside the front of my thong, and finds the spot. Now that the fabric is not in the way, he is able to spread my labia more, exposing my clit more. Between the dampness, the chill in the air, and his electric fingers, everything inside me is building toward that peak. I am moaning more often than not, trying to catch my breath in between.

Then he hooks a finger inside my pussy. The stroking on the outside is in lockstep with his finger moving in and out. Nathan never found my G spot but Lewis' finger may be just long enough to reach. My moans are in time and I can't help but open my eyes. I look at Eric, focused on driving and notice that while he can't watch, he can hear, and it is clear that his cock likes what he is hearing. The bulge is significant.