Chapter 3: Getting Ready for the Evening

At 3:00, they left the office together. Sam escorted her out and held the door for her as she got into the passenger seat of his 930 slant-nose Targa. It had custom flared fenders all the way around with 16" wide back tires on centerline styled aluminum rims. She took off her glasses and replaced them with her mirrored wrap-around sunglasses. Sam reached up to the top of the windshield; pulled down both targa latches; folded up the top and, with Jenny's help, put it in the back.

Sitting in the Porsche was like sitting on the floor because of the low floor pan clearance and thin seats. Her partially unbuttoned dress hung open showing most of her suntanned legs and gave a great preview of what would be on display tonight. She projected a much different image, sitting in the 911 in her high-heeled boots, skin-tight silk dress and glimmering exposed sun-tanned legs than in her usual sneaker-covered shoes and jeans in the old Chevrolet. Sam turned and looked up and down at her. She looked spectacular. She tried to hold the dress together with her purse, and wouldn't make eye contact with him.

Sam reached over and unbuttoned a couple more buttons, so her top was open down to the middle of her breasts. Her dark glasses helped conceal her nervousness and embarrassment.

Sam looked at her sitting in the passenger seat. He reached over and unbuttoned the lower part of her dress clear to her panties. He helped her buckle up the 5-point seat belt. Two parts of the belt buckled across her lap. Two parts of the belt went up over her shoulders and buckled to the roll bar behind her head. The last strap came up from the floor between her legs and attached to the lap belt. Unbuttoning her dress was the only way to fasten the entire harness.

She was now practically shackled into the passenger seat, unable to move. With the top buttons open enough to reveal most of her breasts, the seat belt cinched up as tight as he had, it pretty much kept her from closing the dress to hide much of anything. The lower seat belt pulled up from between her legs, preventing her from crossing her legs, buttoning the dress or keeping the unbuttoned sides together with her hands. She was practically shackled to the seat and totally exposed to any people driving by. Sam backed out of the drive and roared down to the freeway.

As the six down-flow Holly-Weber carburetors reached full throttle, Jenny was pinned to the back of her seat, and could do nothing to keep her dress down over her tanned legs. The swirling wind from the open convertible kept it billowing up. The wind also pushed against her chest; causing the sides of her top to separate even more, and the upper harness kept the fabric from returning. It was like the "Marilyn Munroe dress blowing scene" except it was to both parts of the dress.

She was now in the middle of a dilemma. She didn't know whether to hang on to the lower or upper part of the dress. "Keep your hands down.'" Sam said. She did as she was told. As he pulled away from the light, the lower part of her dress parted and blew up to the last buttoned part of her dress even with her crotch. The wind and the seat belt kept her top open so that one or the other of her nipples always seemed to be uncovered.

As they came up to the next light, a carload of boys pulled up next to them in a four-wheel-drive Toyota extended-cab fuel-injected pick-up with 33" tires and their stereo blaring. They towered over the 930. The boys pulled up next to them because they were admiring the Porsche.

Once they were alongside the Targa, they realized how Jenny was dressed. They didn't know if she was exposed accidentally or on purpose. The boys opened the side windows on the driver's side and four grinning faces were hanging out. In order to get a better view, the three passengers opened the back window on the cab and crawled out into the truck bed.

Jenny looked out to her right and saw nothing at first but the center of the big tires on that side. Then she looked up to see the smiling faces, and realized her left nipple was exposed. She jerked around to her left, facing Sam, and tried to pull her top closed and pivot her legs toward him.

Sam pulled her dark glasses off, and slapped her arms away from her chest. "You better turn towards the front and get used to this," he said. With that, he made one last gesture to pivot her legs back to the front. He swatted her hands away from her dress. The lower part of her dress couldn't begin to cover her legs and the boys could see clear to her panties.

As they stopped at the next light, Sam reached under her seat and pulled the latch which shot her seat back, giving them a better view of her legs. The wind had billowed her dress top to her left, and one pink nipple was clearly out. She was practically lying down, and totally exposed. She closed her eyes.

"Take your panties off and throw them into the open window," Sam said with a big smile. She felt like a bolt of electricity had shot up through her seat. She looked at him and her hands flew up to her face to cover her eyes and mouth. "Do it now, if you are serious about this job." Otherwise, I'm going to let them follow us to the next public park, where you can work on improving your blowjob skills!"