Trust the woman

You and Sabrina look at each other´s dread-filled faces. A silent decision is made. You are the first to jump in, which means that Sabrina soon falls on top of you. Before you can even protest, the woman outside closes the hood. Your world is replaced by darkness …and the warmth of Sabrina´s body.

Space is at a premium. Looking outside in, you wouldn’t believe anybody that told you that two girls could fit inside the hood of the car, yet, here you are. Like you feared, Sabrina´s breasts rub against yours, her crotch is grinding down your legs, and her hair is in your face! You can feel her hands and feet wriggling and turning around to try and find the most comfortable position.

“Move your legs! You are kneeing my stomach!”

“Hmopfh!” you reply.

“Ouch, that’s my chest. Move a bit to the right, would you?” Sabrina twists around you, her hands accidentally slapping your face and groping your chest. …At least, you hope it´s accidental.

“OW! Hey! The gag is gone! Thanks!”

“Crap, how do I put it back on?”

Someone knocks on the roof of the car. “Silence. I´m going to open the door.”

“Why hello there miss, is someone else here?” You can hear the gruff voice of the sheriff. Holding your tongue and breath, you close your eyes (not that it makes much of a difference) and pray that he doesn´t find you in this very awkward embrace.

“What? No, I´m alone. I was just …waxing my car. What´s the matter, sir?”

“Well, I am chasing a couple of naked miscreants. Have you seen…?”

“Nope, I´ve seen nothing. Just me and my car.”

“Mind if I look around? Just to be sure they aren´t hiding under your car or anything like that.”

“Sure!”

Time slows to a crawl as the sheriff inspects the garage. The only sounds to reach your ears are his footsteps and your combined heartbeats with Sabrina. Not knowing if he is close, sweat pours down your every pore, but not just because of your nerves.

Your dark prison is hot, and Sabrina´s body is even hotter. It is like a sauna, the only cold reprieve coming from the breath of your partner in crime. To make matters worse, she is sweating too. You can feel her sticky skin begin to cling to your own and vice versa. Ugh, you are sure that Sabrina is not enjoying this anymore than you are. When is that damned sheriff going to move away?

The footsteps get louder, like they are getting close. You can feel a hand resting on the metal above you. I-is this it? Are you going to get found? Suddenly, out of the blue, the engine purrs to life, and you hear the door opening. “Hey sheriff, I´ve got an errand to run. Mind if I leave for a while? You can keep snooping to your heart's content.”

Yes! Good thinking skinny dipping girl! Now you feel kind of bad for stealing her clothes! “Go ahead. I´ll keep looking around here.”

“Excellent!” The girl puts the pedal to the metal drifts out of the garage.

“Nice thinking! Can you let us out now?” You yell.

“Yeah, stinky here is sweating like a pig.”

“S-stinky? Look who´s talking, miss tsunami of sweat!” Sabrina pinches you, you pinch her back. Your little squeals are drowned by the even louder radio. The car isn´t stopping, in fact, it's accelerating. The impromptu pinching session stops as both you and your rival start getting worried.

“Erm, girl? Where are you taking us?”

The radio is at full volume now, the music blares so that you can´t even hear yourself thinking. You have a bad feeling about this.