Rosie & Megs plus a Merc.

It was a beautiful day – the sun was high in the sky, the blue/purple tinge of heather scattered across the Scottish mountains added to the illusion of heat.

As a driving instructor and examiner, I loved driving, and teaching people to drive – cars and motor bikes.
I was out cruising, enjoying the drive and seeing the scenery all around me.
The windows were down allowing a gentle breeze to blow through the car, keeping the temperature at a comfortable level.

Ahead, I saw two small figures at the side of the road, thumbing a lift.
I started to slow my Mercedes, a top of the range luxury model, having no qualms about picking up strangers and giving them a lift to some unknown destination.
I became aware as I approached, that they were two young girls, about 12 – 14 years old was my guess, wearing light summer attire, one of them, the taller dark haired girl, a white blouse and short purple skirt which barely covered her bum. The other girl, with harvest gold hair, had a cropped top and a pair of very tight and short shorts. They looked absolutely delicious – good enough to eat I thought.

As I drew alongside them and stopped, I opened the passenger door,
“Hi girls, want a ride?”
“Yes please,” said the taller girl,”We were out for a walk but got tired in the heat.”
“Come on then, rest your weary legs in here. Going anywhere special?”
The little blonde girl said, “No, we just wanted to get away from home. My parents were having a row so I text my friend Rosie here, and we decided to go out.”
OK, so Rosie was the dark haired one. I turned to her little blonde bombshell,
“And you are ? Apart from being gorgeous that is.”
She blushed and said her name was Megan but her friends called her Megs.
“You’re gorgeous too, Rosie, please don’t think I hadn’t noticed.” I said, running my eyes up and down her svelte figure, showing her developing body to perfection in that outfit.
“Thank you.” she said and blushed too.
They were obviously not used to being given compliments.
“Well come on in then, let’s go and have some fun.”
They both giggled, and tried get into the front seat together. I suggested it might be more comfortable, and safer, if one sat in the back, they could change places after a while.
Rosie pushed herself into the front and shut the door, forcing Megs to sit in the back.

As the car pulled smoothly away, I saw Rosie’s eyes scanning the interior, taking in the leather upholstery. the chrome touches on the controls.
“Wow,” she breathed,”This is a beautiful car. I love driving.”I thanked her for complimenting on the car, I must admit I thought it was rather beautiful too.
“You don’t drive though, do you ? You’re too young to have a licence.”
She giggled, “No, I’m only 14, but I’d like to drive.”
“You wont have a licence either, will you Megs – do you want to drive too ?”
She gave a little girl laugh, “I like driving too but I’m only 13 and can’t get a licence ’till I’m older. My dad wont let me even hold the steering wheel.”
“Would you like to try driving my car?” I asked, a plan already developing in my twisted mind.
“Ooh yes please.” came a duet of cries.
I explained that I would need to find a quiet road so nobody would see us, as what we were going to do (in more ways than one!) was illegal, they were too young to drive, even as ‘learners’.
There was jumping up and down in excitement at the thought of driving a real car.

Finding a little used quiet road was not difficult, there are loads Forestry Commission roads right across the country, snaking their way through vast forests of pine trees.
Having found a flat and straight stretch, I got out and signalled for Rosie to take the drivers seat, which she did with alacrity.
No matter how many adjustments I made to the seat, her feet could not reach the pedals.
I pretended to mull over this problem; perhaps it had not been such a good idea after all !
“Couldn’t I sit on your knees and you work the pedals.?
BINGO, just as hoped for !
“Well if you’re sure, I’m going to have to keep my knees together to get to the pedals, which means that you’re going to have to sit with yours spread wide apart”
She said that was OK, so I got in after readjusting the seat, and Rosie climbed onto my knees, legs spread wide and hanging down each side of mine.
“Careful Rosie, your skirt’s a bit tight, we don’t want to tear it.” I said, pulling it up round her waste, exposing little white cotton panties, right on top of my crutch.
Oh the blood pressure !