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It had been a little over two weeks since Joanne’s little escapade in the country, and she still could not make heads or tails of it. She was simply not the kind of woman to get into a one night stand or just have random sex, yet she did exactly that.
But the most confusing part was what had happened before Dave had even arrived. Why or how did she become so aroused and turned on? It simply made no sense to her.
“Hey Rach, I’m heading out this afternoon to check out a couple of possible sites for the Henderson account.”
Joanne said as she came out of her office.
“Ok Joanne. What shall I tell your 3pm?”
Rachel responded.
“Oh darn! I plain forgot about that meeting. I guess reschedule for another day if possible…. its only 12:30, so I can make it quick if need be. Text me and let me know if I need to come back.”
Joanne said, as she closed her door.
“Ok, will do. See you tomorrow, if not later today.”
Rachel replied while scrolling through her phone number list and picking up the phone.
“You bet. Have a good night Rachel.”
she replied as she checked her look in the full length mirror hidden beside the door to her office. Her knee length navy blue button front dress fit her just so, as to show her curves. She put her cream coloured cropped jacket on, then stopped to adjust her linen nude stockings as one had slightly sagged down. Joanne looked herself over from head to toe, lifted and turnt her navy blue strappy sandal and looked carefully at her shoes.
“Might not be the best shoes for assessing properties… but oh well, I look good”
she thought to herself as she walked out the door.
Joanne’s heels were echoing loudly down the corridor as she made her way towards the parking lot. Three minutes later she was sitting in her black BMW preparing to leave.
“Ok… property numero uno.”
she said under her breath, as she looked up the address in her notes and keyed them into her GPS app on her phone.
Joanne turnt right out of the lot and sped off. Twenty five minutes later she arrived at a vacant plot of land. She pulled to the side of the road, shut off her car and stepped out. The property had been cleared of all trees and brush and was ready for developing. Joanne took her notes on the property from her briefcase to review them.
“Hmmmm… 46 acres. About four shy of the requirements, but a good back up plan.”
she thought to herself as she snapped an array of pictures. Joanne returned the notes to her briefcase, grabbed the notes on the second property, and returned to the drivers seat. She started the car and paused to straighten her dress out as it became a little twisted and pulled up from sliding into her seat. The wide bands of her linen nude stockings had come into full view. Once things were straightened out, Joanne keyed in the address to the second property and took off.
Fifteen minutes later Joanne arrived at the plot of land. She slowly guided her BMW along the road side, giving the property an initial roll by inspection as she personally had never seen this property. She stopped, picked up her note pad and wrote several observations.
Mainly the property appeared to be mostly wooded and there would need to be extensive clearing carried out just to get the land prepared for development.
Joanne took notice of an access road going in about the halfway point of the frontage. After completing her drive by of the frontage, stopping to scribble some notes down and snapping some pics, Joanna proceeded to the next driveway entrance, pulled a U-turn and returned to the property access road. She pulled in only to find an old metal gate closed across the laneway. Joanne shut off her car got out and walked up to the gate.
“Hmmmm…. I wonder if this is locked..”
she said izmir escort to herself as she walked up to it.
Joanne noticed there was a chain wrapped around the gate but it was not locked, it only appeared to be locked.
She quickly unwrapped the chain, and pushed the gate open. then got back in her car, started it, and drove though stopping just beyond it. Joanne got out again and closed the gate behind her.
She slowly guided her black BMW along the narrow dirt and grass pathway, that very obviously does not get much use at all.
“Trees!!…. Trees, everywhere. This property is going to need a lot of work just to get it to development stage “
Joanne said into her voice recorder.
“A very narrow access pathway seems to penetrate very deeply into the property, so there is a limited amount of initial access.”
she continued. Just then her car sluggishly came to a slithering, vibrating stop..
“What the hell….”
Joanne said aloud as she felt those same vibrations penetrate her from below the seat.
“Oh no… not again. “
she cooed to herself as she slipped the shifter up into reverse, bit her lower lip and accelerated… the car rocked rhythmically, up and down, but slowly clawed its way backwards only to shift slightly to the side of the pathway.
“Dam it!”
Joanne exclaimed, as she brought her navy blue strappy sandal down on the brake pedal and shifted to drive again.
She slowly slithered forward only to stop
in the same spot and just sit and rhythmically rock in place. Joanne instantly felt a wave of nerves wash over her… her hands became sweaty, and her foot started to tremble on the brake pedal. Joanne unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and leaned out to look back. Her tires were coated in muddy soil and she could see the rut from her previous attempt to back up… the tire had slid to the side at a gentle angle and was dangerously close to slipping off the pathway. The side of the pathway dipped down about 5 to 6 inches to the floor of the wooded lands. She slipped it into reverse and gingerly pressed the gas and her tire instantly started to spin… fast, slow, stopped, slow, stopped, fast..etc. as the TC system did its thing. Slowly she clawed her way back the three feet to the end of the rut but just as before her pretty black BMW just slid sideways.
“Shit!!… What now? I’m stuck…. again!”
She cursed aloud. Joanne had only been stuck bad once before and that was only two short weeks earlier. Prior to that, she never had ever been stuck in mud before, so she really had no idea what to do other than just keep trying as before. She righted herself in the seat and looked out her windows, in all directions. She took notice of several piles of trees trimmings laying off to her right side.
“What if i put some of those under my wheels?”
she thought to herself. Joanne opened her door fully and cringed at the condition of the ground. It looked dry and firm, but it was gooey and wet beneath the top layer.
“I never would have drove in here if I knew it was this bad… well too late now..”
she said aloud as she stood up. To her surprise her shoes didn’t sink that much, at least not enough to sink into the wet gooey mud her tires were in. She made her way around to the first pile of trimmings and pulled several sections of evergreen clippings and dragged them back to her mired car.
“I need to go backwards, so you my dear have to be up there…”
she cooed to her car as she got in and spun back up to the front of the rut. Joanne got out again and carefully placed a few of the evergreen clippings behind each tire and sat back into her car stopping momentarily to take a rag and wipe her shoes off. The hem of her dress had ridden up quite a ways and izmir escort bayan the bottom two buttons had snapped open from not so ladylike positioning to place the clippings. Her taught stretched stocking tops were now mostly on full display. Joanne never gave it a thought and just left herself exposed and focused on extracting herself from her moment of inattention. She swung her legs in and put it in reverse. At first it seemed like the car wouldn’t move, but then it slowly started to move more and more, and to her joy, not sideways this time. But her joy was short lived as she spun to a stop once more
A new and recent fimilar sensation was now felt between her legs. Joanne’s white satin panties were now becoming soaked with her juices. She reach up and felt her breasts through the thin material of her dress and her nipples were fully erect.
“OMG… its happening again!”
she thought to herself as she realized her arousal. Shifting her focus back to her situation, Joanne slipped it back into drive and pulled ahead easily this time.
She got out and again carefully retrieved some more clippings and placed them on the pathway to give her tires more grip further back. Joanne got back in again pausing to wipe her shoes off, but they were now getting worse and a simple wipe really did nothing more than smear the mud onto her stocking clad feet and toes.
“Dam mud…. another pair of stockings and shoes ruined!”
she complained as she put the car in reverse. Joanne was easily able to back up out of the mess she had inattentively driven into. Just then a call from Rachel came in..
“Hey Rach”
Hi Joanne… your 3pm has been put off till tomorrow, so your free to go get into trouble if you so desire”
Rachel said while chuckling. Joanne instantly started to blush as a plan did pop into her mind.
“Ok, thanks Rach. You can take off for the day. Go get into some trouble if you want”
Joanne replied as she slipped her left hand up her dress and began to fondle her clit through her soaking wet panties.
She hit the end call button and stepped out of her car and slowly and carefully made her way to where she had gotten stuck.
“What’s it like further in?”
she wondered as she carefully made her way past the spot. The pathway went about another 50 feet then forked. The condition of the pathway seemed fine to her, better than where she got stuck anyway.
“Maybe I can get to this spot and turn around… I don’t push my luck here too much”
she thought as she turned and made her way back to her car. Joanne got back in. giving no attention to her shoes this time.
She slipped it into drive and gingerly and nervously gave it gas. Her rear tires slipping slightly as she picked up a bit of speed, bouncing a bit over the evergreen clippings. She pasted the spot she got stuck in and her rear tires started to spin again but she made it past. Joanne’s hand was now wet with sweat on the wheel and her thighs were burning hot as her clit quivered with hunger to be pleasured. Her car started to slow a bit as her traction faded quickly. The front tire bounce through a gofer hole and caused the wheel to slip through her hand quite abruptly. The car careened off the pathway to her right slightly and she instinctively slammed the brakes on.
Joanne’s BMW came to a stop with the right side tires off the pathway and her left side tires in the right side wheel path of the pathway. She sat gasping.. her ample breasts heaving in her white satin bra. Realizing the whole time she had been caressing her clit through her panties… she snapped out of her trance and opened the door. Joanne stepped from the car and looked back at the skid marks she carved into the soft ground. She carefully made her way around checking escort izmir her situation as best she could.
“Oh Joanne…. what have you done?
And all cause you wanna pleasure yourself!”
she thought to herself disapprovingly.
She slumped back behind the wheel and put it in reverse and to her surprise the car started to move.
“I thought for sure I was totally stuck there!”
she said aloud, just as her back tires broke into a full spin and her rearward motion bled away quickly and her car settled into a rhythmic rock. Joanne’s eyes closed and she sat there pumping the gas as the vibrations filled her seat.
She slipped her hand up and unbuttoned a few top buttons on her dress letting her ample white satin enclosed breast plop out. Joanne slipped her right bra cup beneath her breast, then the left, forcing her already ample breasts to appear even larger. She began to knead her breast and pinch and pull at her nipples as she pumped away at the gas with her muddy shoe. Slipping her other hand under her dress, Joanne pushed her soaking wet satin panties aside and began stroking her clip… up and down, up and down.
She let out a loud moan as the pleasure heightened. She felt more secretions flow from her throbbing pussy as she began to penetrate with two fingers, then three.
Pausing only for a second to slide the shifter into drive, Joanne continued to molest her breasts and finger fuck her wettening pussy. She pulsed the gas pedal in time with the rocking motion of the car. Lost in her pleasure, Joanne failed to sense or notice the car slowly sliding sideways… inch by inch as she pumped the pedal, rocked and bounced in her seat and finger fucked herself, her car was slipping sideways into a shallow ditch. It was only when she noticed a very very watery hissing sound. that she stopped her assault on the pedal and her pussy. Joanne opened the door and stood up out of the car. She looked at the rut her left tires was digging… about 3 or 4 inches deep now, basically up to her pretty chrome rim. Joanne slipped and sunk her way around to the right side and seen the reason for the change in sound. Her right tire was down at least 6 inches in the gooeiest, watery mud she’d ever seen. It was deep brown, almost black in colour and smelled horrid like rot.
Joanne could feel the cool mud slowing encasing her exposed toes as her shoes sunk down more and more as she stood trying to think clearly through her sex clouded thoughts.
“OMG…. What am I going to do?”
she emotionally cooed to herself. As she made her way around to the front of the car. She leaned against the hood… the metal warm on her bare upper thighs and nice round ass from the constant revving of the engine. Joanne again began probing, caressing and finger fucking herself, bringing herself within seconds of full orgasm several times but stopping to prolong the experience. She again got back behind the wheel and tried to back up. Her quivering clit could no longer contain her juices and Joanne orgasmed hard. She screamed out in pleasure as she squirted out from around her fingers everywhere. Her seat was covered in cum. Joanne slumped back into the seat in pure sexual satisfaction. She stood up from solidly mired car and began to readjust herself into a presentable state.
Slipping her breasts back into their white satin enclosures, slipping her panties back into position… the soaked material easily slipping into her swollen and open lips causing her to quiver slightly as a sensation if pleasure shot through her.
Joanne continued by pulling her stocking tops up and adjusting her taught garter straps just so, then rebuttoning her dress.
She grabbed her phone and purse, locked her mired BMW and proceeded to walk out to the road to make her call for help. Her muddy shoes and stockings almost squishing as she stepped.
“Well I now know its definitely the getting stuck part that gets me off..”
she thought to herself as cum slowing continued to ooze down her nylon covered thighs. Naughty thoughts and idea filled her head, but would she act on them……
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