The Cadillac 2The enormous engine in my Cadillac finally coughed and chugged to life after four unnerving attempts to start it. While I live on a quiet road the sound of a engine struggling to start can draw the attention of neighbors. I've always sought to avoid undue attention, but frankly I completely loose track of what's going on around me when I'm driving the Cadillac. Now that the engine was started my shiny nylon covered thighs where squeezed tightly together as I nervously revved the unsteady V8 hoping it would smooth out. Even in the darkness I could see a thick cloud of unburned fuel belching from the exhaust pipe of the Cadillac with each nervous press of my foot on gas pedal.
"What is wrong with my car?" I wondered aloud.
My pretty foot kept pressing down on the gas pedal to keep the engine running. From the unsteady shaking of the car it seemed to me that the engine was either flooded or broken, but I had no idea how to fix it so I just kept revving it hoping it would eventually run smoothly for my drive.
After pulling up my pantyhose and straightening my short denim skirt I carefully slipped the transmission of the Cadillac into D and tried to find a steady pressure on the gas pedal. Strangely the engine sounded and felt like it wasn't running on all 8 cylinders. The Cadillac was moving awkwardly down the narrow curvy road toward the open highway that would would take me to town. Combined with my earlier struggles to get the car started, the Cadillac was making me feel even more vulnerable than usual.
Going around the narrow curves of the road I have a hard time seeing over the hood to the edges of the road. With the car running roughly I'm forced to keep pressure on the gas so it won't stall, but I also have to reach for the brake pedal abruptly to slow down on the narrow turns. Going around one particularly sharp turn a little sports car races by causing me to jam on the brakes and swerve into the drainage ditch on the right side of the road stalling the Cadillac with a bang and thud. The sports car didn't stop. The Cadillac was now tipped at an awkward angle and I clung to the steering wheel for balance
"OMG" I whimpered as I slipped the transmission into park and extended my pretty leg to press the gas pedal to floor. The engine had been running badly before it stalled. Now it bucked and coughed seemingly refusing to start as I held the key forward and pumped the pedal anxiously.
The rocking of my hips back and forth against the leather seat caused my lacy thong to softly caress my anus and it was wonderful. I tried to push the pleasurable sensations out of my consciousness, but pleasurable feeling stirring in this deep secret place was causing my hips to rock more and more aggressively against the seat as I pumped with greater urgency. "Oh please start" I whispered.
If a man had been watching me in the darkness he'd only see the struggle and maybe be turned by emotional energy being expressed by pretty nylon covered legs in high heels sensuously fighting to gain control of an enormous Cadillac, but a woman would understand and appreciate the fine line be between frustration and pleasure that was created not only by the situation, but also by the awareness of the pleasure caused by the meeting of soft fabrics and skin beneath a pretty skirt and nylons. My personal experience and imagination gave me thrilling insights into the intense pleasure of damsel in distress femininity.
My pointed right foot was pressing hard into the floor causing the heel of my 5" black stiletto heeled pumps to be raised off the floor board. My shiny legs looked seductively sexy reaching for the gas pedal and brake. My breathing was quickening too. "Oh no, oh no, oh no" I cried aloud as the car again bucked and teased and groaned to silence. The primal throbbing growing deep inside me was making my legs want to spread and surrender, but my sense of vulnerability and frustration was causing me to keep my legs squeezed tightly together and suppress my pleasure as I again turned the key and pumped frantically to restart the Cadillac.
Is this what a woman feels as she struggles to start her stubborn car? Or is it just want I imagine she would feel because I am so turned on playing out my pedal pumping fetish fantasy in my Cadillac dream car?
(To be continued some more - I can't help myself)