Sat in the middle of the back seat, late, being driven home after a long week, quiet streets, friends chatting in the front seat, another passed out to her right and “him” to the left . The tension had been building for months now, but never sure, just little innocent things that a mind like hers could easily get carried away with. Things that are hard not to think about with the hypnotic rhythm of the streetlights, the warm chunter of conversations she had nothing to do with and the object of lust that had been warming the cold nights sat right next to her, though he seemed lost in thoughts of his own, she couldn’t help but feel somehow alone with him in that moment. Secure that neither would make a move because of the company, it would be just the same as if all her fantasies had been true, just sat quietly with each other enjoying the subtlety of each other’s company or maybe it was just her dreaming again.
Then his hand gently grasped around her knee, her breath stopped, heart pounded a little, she turned to him in shock, yet trying not to reveal her confused panic. He slid his fingers slightly to suggest sliding up her thigh, then gave her a very subtle nod followed by an also very subtle head shake and little bounce of the eyebrows in an inquisitive gesture. She bit her lip, gently nodded, his fingers slowly pulled her skirt up over her knees, not a long skirt, but the motion was slow, sneaky as to respect how easily any of the others could notice them. He firmly slid his hand up her thigh, and turned to look innocently out the window, but mostly lost in the sensation of soft and warm skin. She tried to keep her skirt from riding up too much, but his rough hands were all too welcome between her legs. She knew she was breathing heavy, tried to be quiet about it and not focus on the fact that she was burning up or even that her nipples were so hard and sensitive and she really wanted him to notice that and… she lets out a gasp as his fingers gently brush over “her”. Friends in the front seat stopped talking, maybe they heard, but neither turned around but he did. In a wash of frustration she reaches into his lap, a compulsion that feels out of her control, he’s hard… extremely hard, and wearing jeans ohh that poor guy. He glides his fingers up and down her, in his mind he’s trying not get her too excited, thinking such a light touch would help calm her down, go slow. But he’s wrong, it drives her insane, she’s far more responsive to this delicate touch. Trying to stay quiet she squirms, buries her head back against the headrest, starts rubbing up the length of him through his jeans, leading gently with fingers, pushing firm with her palm. He stopped for a second, again thinking this would help her calm down before she blows the whole thing, again he’s wrong, she immediately stops trying to hold her skirt with her not so occupied hand, grabs his hand, and forces it where she wants it, pushing the now soaked panties aside with ease. A look of absolute relief becomes her. She holds his hand tight and still, while she rolls her hips, grinding her tender little cherry-like clit over his fingers all the while rubbing on him more and more frantically. He grabs her wrist (the one that has been so kind to him) for a moment she wondered if she’d got carried away and hurt him or done something wrong, opening her eyes to see that she has clearly done everything right, her hand still pushing hard against him, can feel him pulsing violently under her grasp while he does everything in his power to not make a sound. A little of “her good work” soaked through his jeans. It wasn’t much but enough to feel on her fingertips, sliding the mildly sticky fingers over her tongue while now furiously abusing his fingers, that little taste is enough brake her, she wins, she tried not make a sound hoping that thru all this somehow they kept their discretion, but no, she squealed and squirmed. In a moment of disregard and passion, lunged in for a kiss, our two lovers finally locked in each other. Hoping for a moment of peace before facing the others.
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