Because so far I have been going towards this man's house there seems to be no human settlement nearby this area at all.
What kind of a psyche is he? He is surely mad enough or should I say, ascetic enough to give up on all worldly attachments that he is living far off inside a field" Martha kept blabbering to herself.
It has been one hour and they still had not reached the destination.
"It is going to take a while" answered her mother when Martha inquired to her how long it will take to reach the destination.
"A while? What sort of an answer is that? Depending on this situation the three of us are in, 'while' can be interpreted as another one hour by me and as a whole day of traveling inside these fields" argued Martha with herself only since she couldn't argue with her mother to seek the explanation of while.
Because the last time she had attempted to argue a bit, she ended getting an earful from her mother. "Let's how this 'while' turns out. Anyway, my entire Sunday is ruined. How is it going to get any worse?"
After getting absorbed into the fields for another hour or so, Martha was fed up of this trip. She didn't want to even inquire anything about where they were going to since she was tired of asking again and again and still not receiving any satisfactory response from either of her parents.
She just kept going with the flow and didn't tend to intervene into her parents' consensus of reaching the core of the fields, as that what Martha believed to be their pursuit.
The time was 1500 hours and she scrolled through her memories from yesterday at this same time.
It was the same time when yesterday, she had visited room number 34 on the third floor to meet her now-love. She played with her hair strands that were falling on her face and then tucked them over her ears, just the way Matthew had done that earlier yesterday.
Her heart pounded as she dived deep into those moments spent with Matthew. The touch of his hands on to her neck, on to her cheeks, on to her butt; she began to blush on the back seat of the car.
"That wicked Matthew. How immense pleasure he derived out of squeezing my butt. Martha placed her hand to the side of the butt and squeezed it a bit. She wanted to simulate Matt's touch on herself. "Why does it feel so nice when I squeeze it with Matt in my mind" she said while blushing a little. Martha squeezed herself even more until she softly moaned in pain.
Immediately she buttoned her lips, realizing where she was sitting. She confirmed whether they were able to hear her or not by judging their body movements.
"As still as they have been in this journey. I got to play safe" smiled Martha as she had no plans of ceasing the fun she will be having with herself in the back seat. "But remember, play safe"
Martha was aroused by the very reminiscence of Matthew's lust on her. She kept herself close to the left window seat so if her parents get suspicious, they couldn't find out what she is up to. She then inserted her left hand inside her skirt and placed it on the bare skin of her butt.
She kept pinching herself on the butt and whenever she felt pain, she would think of how lustful Matthew would get when seeing her in pain and this gave her immense pleasure. She moaned silently under her breathe and she felt satisfied with it so long as they do not reach her father's friend's place.
As much satisfied she could get, she craved more of it. Slowly, pinching turned into grabbing her own butt and she was making sure she could inflict as much pain on her skin as she could, for Martha pain meant only immense joy at that very moment. She badly wanted someone to bend her forcibly on to a bed or anywhere else with her back facing up and then spank her incessantly on her butt until it turns red.
However, at that time when she was alone in the backseat of the car, grabbing and squeezing her own butt worked out to quench her thirst of lust.
Slowly her left hand made her way to explore her genitals and to know how it would feel to rub her hand off them.
She began with massaging her inner thighs which did felt quite good to Martha. Her hand slowly reached to her vagina and as she rubbed it just for once, she felt a sensation throughout the body.
She took a deep sigh under her breath as she couldn't make any loud sounds of course. It was favorable circumstances for Martha because there was heavy downpour outside and her sighs camouflaged under the loud sounds of rain.
Moreover, the clouds had conquered the little spaces through which light could pass which led to the gloomy atmosphere inside the car, seizing away any chance her parents had to find what their daughter was up to.
"At least nature is working somewhat in my favor" Martha thought. She avoided rubbing off her vagina again as it happened to give her deep sensations all over her body which was unbearable for her to experience while sitting on the back seat and having her parents just a few inches away from her on the front seat. Nonetheless, she kept massaging her butt and thighs whenever she felt the right moment to do so and enjoyed herself.
At the time she did all those activities, she pretended it wasn't her own hand but Matthew's. After having enjoyed a bit, she thought to herself, "What is it that makes Matt special among all the boys. What are my reasons to fall in love with him? Just because he cracks jokes and share intense moments with me wouldn't necessarily develop a strong bond of love between us.