Janice tried to reach behind her, to unhook the tiny clasps that held the wisp of lace and nylon closed, fumbling clumsily with fear-stiffened fingers. "I… I can't," she whimpered as the bit of cloth seemed to slide from her hand.

"Then I will," Rudy said. His own fingers worked expertly at the fastening until suddenly it snapped apart and her full young breasts fell free. With a little grunt, he pulled the skimpy brassiere from around her body, wadded it into a ball and tossed it into the back of the car.

Janice gasped as a rush of cool air swept across her trembling breasts, now completely exposed to the older man beside her. Then she felt his two hands cup them, enclosing them hotly, while he squeezed and kneaded them, making her nipples hard and upright. He rubbed the two tiny buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a new wave of delicious excitement surging through her still resisting body, making her gasp again, this time with surprised pleasure.

He flicked his head forward, now and his mouth closed over one taut, tiny nipple. He began to suck on it with tantalizing delicacy, swirling his tongue maddeningly around the stiff little mound. The pressure of his mouth increased, and he sucked hungrily, now, his teeth nipping gently at the tender flesh.

"No… don't… stop it!" the youngster whimpered. This was a sin! It was wrong… merciful heaven… an impure evil act! And yet little flashes of wanton desire began to rip through her body, making her tingle and tremble with expectation. Her body seemed to come alive, to take fire with the new and thrilling sensation it was being subjected to, and she moaned aloud in her distress. "No… Mr. Creighton… stop," she whimpered again, making a final effort to push Rudy away from her quivering body. And then she sat still, her torso braced against the back of the seat, while Rudy trailed his tongue down the narrow valley between the youthfully swelling mounds of her breasts, then fastened his mouth on the other nipple, sucking that, too, into throbbing hardness.