The Cinderella Caper

“I think I know a way to get my hands on that million bucks” said Randy. Susan’s eyes narrowed and one eyebrow raised slightly. “If I can knock out the generators for a few hours on a Friday, they won’t be able to make a deposit until Monday. That would be four days of receipts. That is a cool million dollars for sure.” "Let's take A1A instead of U.S. 1. I want to enjoy the scenery and not be bothered by traffic.” said Susan. "Sounds good to me" Randy said as he headed off to the ocean side highway A1A. The engine purred and the mufflers bellowed out a steady throaty roar. It was a perfect day for a drive. They had only gone about twenty miles when Susan asked Randy to put the top down. He was a little surprised by the request but it was one of his favorite things to do when driving in cool weather. He would put the top down and turn the heater up on high. The wind would be blowing their hair all over the place and the heater would keep them both warm and snug all the way up to their shoulders. Traffic was light and he pulled easily to the side of the two-lane highway and stopped. It only took one person to put the top up or down on his car so it would be a quick stop. As he released the top locks and pushed it back to the rear deck, he saw Susan take off her sweater, then her blouse and then her bra. "I feel like some sunshine. Do you mind?" she asked Randy obviously not needing his permission or approval. The seats in the jag sat low in the car and the only people who would be able to see her would be the occasional big rig that frequented the road as he passed them at a high rate of speed, or traffic coming from the other direction and then, they would only be able to see her for a split second when they were exactly even with him. The way Randy drove the jaguar, he knew no-one would be able to make a big deal of her being topless. It was exciting to think of truckers looking at his car as he passed them at high speed and getting a glimpse of this beautiful woman topless. It would be something for them to talk about and remember because sure as hell, they were not going to be able to catch up to them for a better look. Randy pulled back onto the road and ran through the gears smoothly and at top RPM’s. The bright yellow car was sitting at 90 mph as Susan reached over and put her hand on his thigh. She rubbed his thigh back and forth and then moved her hand to his inseam. Yep, Randy thought, she is definitely feeling better.