Stranded Teens – Shy Gina Devine flashes driver
Title: Stranded Teens: Shy Gina Devine’s Naughty Hail Mary
The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the empty highway, shimmering heat waves rising from the asphalt. Shy, petite Gina Devine sat on the roadside, her tangled mass of raven hair obscuring her pert, youthful features as she flashed an apologetic smile at passing drivers. Her flowery sundress rode up her creamy thighs, revealing teasing glimpses of bare skin.
“Drat,” she muttered under her breath, “not a single taker.” The busty blonde who had given her a lift had dumped her unceremoniously by the roadside after a bickering match. Gina sighed in frustration. “My poor nipples are chafing under all this Tin foil.”
Just then, an ominous rumble interrupted her musings. A sleek black sports car slowed to a halt behind her, its plush leather seats beckoning. The click of a seatbelt unlatching made Gina’s heart flutter with anticipation. The car door swung open, and she found herself face to face with a burly stranger in aviator shades, an air of danger clinging to him like cologne.
“Well, well, stranded?” he asked, voice gravelly yet laced with amusement.
Gina blinked and merited, “Y-yes, sir. If you’re not too busy, I’d be ever so grateful for a ride.”
He waved her into the passenger seat with a chuckle. “Keep me company, gorgeous.”
As she perched on the deliciously warm leather, Gina felt a shiver of excitement ripple through her petite frame. She’d been lucrative before, but this felt like deliciously naughty territory. The mysterious strangertorpped as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her dress, wanting to be a good girl and not overdo it.
He shot her a roguish grin. “Nervous, sweetheart?” His eyes gleamed with mischief as they roamed hungrily over her enticing curves.
“Just a bit,” she admitted with a forced giggle. “I’ve never been in this part of town before.”
“Well, since I’m your knight in shining armor, a little entertainment wouldn’t hurt.” He turned the car onto a secluded side road and killed the engine. The unspoken challenge hung lazily in the air between them. Gina’s palms began to perspire, her heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings.
“Oh, r-really?” She shifted in her seat to face him, one hand idly tracing the sun warms along her inner thigh. “I’m just a shy girl, you know. G-going to strange men’s cars and such.”
He smirked, reaching across to tweak her pert nipple through her dress, the contact sending a bolt of pleasure down her spine. “I bet you act shy, but it’s not an everyday look for a little minx like you.”
Gina felt a molten need rising as he taunted her with whispered encouragement. Before she could stop herself, she unfastened her sundress to untwisted fully, her tender, cotton-candy nipples perking up to the cool car air. “See something you like?”
He reached out to pinch one pink bud roughly. “Oh yes indeed. Work for what you want, baby.”
Shyly, Gina slid her palms up her his penciled sides, marveling at the washboard From beneath his shirt. With a needy whimper, she arched against the grown news. Her tongue darted out to lick a salty nipple, happily relishing the masculine bloom.
