(Slight change to story, to an idea I did on another story, which took off well, two different perspectives but same story)
As the truck rolled down the road, Jimmy's eyes didn't leave the view from behind the cab.
He watched as Stan's hands rose up Jenny's leg, under her dress. Yet Jenny didn't make any apparent effort to stop it. All Jimmy could do was watch, the noise of the truck moving made it hard for him to make any noise to attract attention.
Jimmy watched as they talked, he couldn't figure out what they were talking about. Stan's hand went higher on her leg, and from Jimmy's angle, it looked like he had his hand on her crotch.
Jenny turned around and smiled, yet it wasn't a really 'gracefull' smile that she was wearing when she first arrived.
Stan removed his hand and they continued to talk, suddenly the truck took a sharp turn and Jimmy fell to one side of the truck, dazed.
Jimmy rubbed his legs and crawled back behind the cab, and saw Jenny was bent over but then sat up again and handed Stan a piece of clothing of some sort but couldn't make out what it was.
After a few minutes nothing happend so Jimmy tried to make a seat for himself in the back of the truck, hoping the trip would be over soon.
After a few minutes Jimmy thought he heard a gasp and turned back to look through the truck window and almost blew his mind. Now both Stan and Tye had both their hands on her legs, both seemed to be rubbing the inside of her legs on each side.
Jimmy had to try and do something
(Tye driving, Stan passanger) |