Chapter 6

By the time Madison woke up, her skirt was more like a sash. It had become increasingly hard for me to concentrate on my driving. Her smooth belly and thighs, bluish veins tracing their patterns beneath porcelain skin, were so enticing that I was hard-pressed not to caress them and her plump vulva, especially now that her panties had mostly disappeared into her slit.

When she awoke, Madi found that she needed to stretch. I almost drove off the side of the Interstate as she released her seatbelt and pushed her hips upward. That not only caused the panties to disappear completely into her pussy, but as she stretched the halter top pulled up until it was dangerously close to exposing her nipples. Her small breasts, partially constrained by the elastic of her top, bulged below the edge of the pink fabric. She pulled the skirt down, but the waist had ridden up and the bottom barely covered her crotch. Neglecting to pull her top down at all, she leaned forward and removed her little jacket, disentangling it from the shoulder harness and examining it critically.

“Huh! I guess it really is wrinkle-free,” she muttered, then folded it carefully and placed it in the back seat. Raising her seat back, she loosened her seatbelt and turned slightly toward me, then settled into her seat with her left leg tucked beneath her other thigh. That exposed her pubic area again, and the tight little halter bra was still displaying the bottoms of her creamy mounds. By now I had a raging erection. Madi kept giving it glances, saying nothing, and pretending nothing was out of the ordinary. In turn, I tried to keep my eyes strictly on the road, with no real success at all.

I would have expected us to need a potty break in the first hour, but Madison had apparently mastered the feminine skill of ignoring indefinitely the demands of her bladder. However, after about an hour and a half on the road, I declared a hiatus and pulled into a rest stop. Madi pulled her skirt down and adjusted her top. I locked the car, and we headed for the restrooms. I noticed that my “innocent” niece put a nice swing in her derriere when she passed a group of college-age guys, placing one foot directly in front of the other in a perfect runway model strut. The guys looked approvingly at her gently gyrating little butt, and then quailed a bit at my patented Marine officer’s glare.

I spent a few minutes in the john and then stepped outside to wait for Madi. That proved unnecessary, as she was already leaning against a wall a few feet down and across from the guys. She had a disinterested look as practiced as that of a real high fashion model, and appeared to be ignoring them. I noticed, however, that her little nipples were prominent beneath the thin halter. As I walked by, she swung into step with me, throwing an arm around my waist. I slid mine around her back, and we walked to the car with her hip bouncing rhythmically against my thigh and her pert ass waving goodbye to her admirers. I was tempted to put my hand on it, but uncommon sense prevailed.