Staci was having a little… trouble… adjusting to her current situation. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying herself, because she truly was--her panties were pushed over to the side, and she could feel the slickness between her pale pink labia every time her fingers slid back and forth through the messy channel formed by her pussy lips. It was just that every time she tried to remember how she got here, the exact sequence of events that led to her sitting in the passenger seat of a car that was speeding along to an unknown destination wearing nothing but a peek-a-boo bra, a pair of stockings and garters, and frilly underwear that barely qualified as dental floss, she just couldn't. Her brain simply failed.
That was where the trouble came in. Because Staci didn't think of herself as the kind of woman who wore lingerie like this even under her clothes, let alone instead of them, and she also never imagined she'd be sitting next to a man like… like Bryce? She realized with a throb of arousal that she wasn't entirely sure of his name. Whoever he was, she certainly never imagined she'd be letting him casually grope her tits with his right hand while his left stayed on the steering wheel, guiding them to some unknown destination, and all of the steps between her nice normal ordinary life as a grad student and the present moment seemed to have disappeared into the soft squishing noises she heard every time her fingers churned her dripping cunt.
She could see little signs of them here and there, when she looked--a dress she must have wriggled out of when she got into the car, a glassy cast to her eyes she could see reflected in the windshield that hinted at deep and irresistible trances she'd only notionally emerged from. But a single trance didn't explain her slutty lingerie. She must have chosen to wear them before she left the apartment, and that hinted at a much longer history with Possibly Bryce than she could remember. Staci wondered if she would forget tonight, too, if he was taking her back home to drop her into helpless slumber and fuck her senseless before leaving her to sleep off the memory of the evening's events… but no. It wasn't going to be that easy.
Because they pulled off the highway onto a dirt road that led back onto a beautiful country house, and once the car was stopped Bryce began to fondle and grope her in earnest. He squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples, caressed her heaving belly, and before long Staci was so aroused she could barely even see straight… all of which meant that when the stranger walked up, looking just as handsome and dapper as Bryce, she offered no meaningful resistance to his attentions. Bryce rolled down the window so a man she'd never even met could just reach in and put his hand on her pussy, and the clearest and surest sign that she wasn't the woman she used to be was that she only looked at Bryce with a confused expression on her face and a wordless plea for guidance behind her eyes.
"It's okay," he said, his voice a reassuring purr that hit something primal and submissive all the way down at the very base of Staci's brain. "Just let it happen." It shouldn't have done anything to soothe away the intuitive sense of dismay she felt when the stranger's fingers went into her pussy… but it did, and that was when Staci knew just how much adjusting she must have done already.
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