Roger's House

You suggest the four of you just hang out at Roger's house today. He's the one that has to carry you on his lap, anyway!

The rest agree, and Troy begins to drive. You've never been to Roger's house before. In fact, you have no idea where it is. But you're glad to be sitting, mostly. On the bright side it's easier to conceal your nudity, but on the other, now you're sitting on this boy's lap in just a skirt. It only seems to get worse the longer you think about it.

Between your bare unders is his jeans, and you can feel it pressing against your uncovered cheeks and pussy. Nobody knows but you. You try your best to cover up your feelings, but it's incredibly distracting having only that pair of jeans between your nudity and his. The denim fabric scratches beneath you. Every bump on the road reminds you yet again that you have no panties to speak of under your skirt. You can't help but fidget a little bit, keeping your hands over your skirt as you pray nobody sees.

Alison speaks up. "I love going to Roger's house!" She smiles, and Troy laughs. Roger remains quiet beneath your rear.

"I bet you do," teases Roger. "You say that every time. Don't worry. We'll take the same road as always."

Alison's eyes light up with glee, and you look at her in a confused manner. You ask how far away Roger lives.

"I live a bit out of town," answered the man you're sitting on. He shrugs. "Frankly I'm not that used to the city. We have a small home that's kind of in the middle of nowhere."

"I like the road there because it hasn't been maintained in years," Alison chimes in.

You continue to be confused, just focusing more on not losing yourself on Roger's legs. You do your best to ignore how close his manhood must be to your... You shake your head.

You take hold of the end of your skirt and tug it down even moreso.

After several minutes of driving you leave the city, and any evidence of life. There seems to be only trees and long plains of grass in every direction. You then turn off onto a road you could hardly even call a road. It seems to be entirely made of dirt and misshapen rocks. However, you gasp the moment the truck pulls onto it due to the violent shaking.

Each bump jiggles his pants against your exposed pussy, and the vibrations do wonders on their own. You've enjoyed the feeling of a bumpy ride before but not like this! Not on your friend's lap without underwear.

You look over at Alison, seeming to be enjoying the trip greatly. So this is why she likes going to Roger's house. She giggles as her hands caress her slender exposed legs, and when you linger a bit too long, she turns to you with a smile. Your face turns an even hotter red knowing that she knows exactly what you're feeling. You've never felt so embarrassed.

Bumping up and down, you begin to clench your teeth against your lower lip. It's less of the vibrations and more of you realising more and more that you're nearly sitting here naked. But it's all right. Roger doesn't know. Nobody knows. You take a deep breath and try to relax, but you can't help but wiggle a bit--pressing together your thighs. Roger groans quietly behind you. Surely all your movements and quiet noises are teasing him as well. You breathe heavily and try not to panic.

The worst part is that through your struggling to maintain a calm demeanour, the excitement of the situation is beginning to alarm you. Tingling comes to your womanhood. It's a little arousing--the danger, the secret, the act of almost getting caught. You refuse that it's true. It can't be... You need to focus.