“You drive like so[m]eone is [f]ingering you”

It was a hot Australian summer day. I rested my feet up on the dashboard, smoothing out the lines of my black and white polka dot skirt. I adjusted the strap of my peach-coloured singlet top, while I squinted out the driver window at the airport parking lot.

I heard footsteps approach my car.

“Hello, there. I was wondering how much it is to get to the city?”

I looked across, out the window of the passenger seat with a big smile towards the man leaning down, lowering his sunglasses. He was here!

“Robbie!”

I quickly got out the driver side and came around the back of the car. I stood up on my toes and gave him a hug. He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me, laughing.

“Woah, lady. Does that mean you’ll take me?”

I giggled. “Of course, and, for you, it’s free.”

“Why, thank you,” he smiled, giving my butt a quick pat.

This was the first time I was seeing him for many months. Our relationship was a strange one. We were close friends, sharing our deepest secrets. However, he was also the instigator of my sexual awakening. My heart beat faster at [memories of our previous encounter](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/47q6bi/in_the_back_seat_of_his_audi_on_the_mountain_side/): his lips on my skin, his hands on my body, his tongue between my legs, his cock in my mouth. I could feel my cheeks flush at the thought of spending the next few days with him.

The drive to his hotel was full of casual conversation about the weather, his flight and work.

He casually rested his hand on my knee.

I looked pointedly at his hand.

“What?” He asked, feigning innocence.

“You know what,” I laughed.

He lazily walked his fingers up my thigh to the edge of my skirt. I took in a deep breath.

“Do you mean this?” He lightly ran one finger across the edge of my skirt, which I began to wish was slightly shorter.

“Yes,” I slowly exhaled.

He quickly retracted his hand. “My apologies. I’ll stop.”

“No!” I panicked. “It’s nice. I like it.” I quickly grabbed his hand and placed it back on my thigh, moving his hand with my own as encouragement.

He chuckled and resumed teasing me.

He ran his warm hand up and down my thigh, slowly advancing higher and higher. My skirt was slowly rising and the cool air from the car window on my face was little relief, as I wanted nothing more than to pull over and crawl into his lap.

I held my breath as his hand slowly pushed my skirt up, resting at the edge of my panties.

“Careful,” he warned.

I looked at him, confused.

“You’re driving. You’re veering to the left. Let’s try and get to the hotel in one piece.”

“Sorry,” I pulled my eyes back to the road.

“Distracted, are you?” He gave my panties a quick flick. “I’m sure that’s my fault somehow,” he sighed sarcastically.

He continued lightly tracing imaginary lines in my skin, drawing up and down. He began another slow ascent towards my pussy. However, it was a bit too slow. I scooted forwards in my seat, trying to push myself into his fingers.

“No, no, no.” He brought his hand back to my knee, despite a frustrated moan and the throb of my clit.

I tried to maintain control of the car, as I slowed down at the traffic light.

The car pulled up alongside a truck. Robbie kept his hand on my thigh and kept playing with the edge of my skirt. I looked out to see the truck driver watching his hand. Robbie waved to the truckie and turned to give me a wink.

“You’re turned on, aren’t you? The thought of him watching you.”

I felt myself flush with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.

“I bet you’re wet already. I should check. Right now. In full view of that man watching you.”

I felt my pussy clench.

He toyed with the edge of my skirt.

I held my breath in anticipation of what he might do.

He gave the edge of my skirt a quick flick up.

And then down.

I didn’t dare look up at what the truck driver was doing.

A took a slow, calming breath and started driving as the lights turned green.

I quickly sped off to avoid awkwardly driving alongside the truck.

Robbie chuckled and murmured, “I’m going to have fun with you.”

He grabbed my thigh hard, leaning in close to my ear. “I’m going to make you come.”

I shuddered at his promise, rubbing my thighs together. I could feel my wet pussy lips slid against my clit.

He ran his hand up my thigh, once again reaching the edge of my panties.

“Are you wet?” he asked, while slowly running his finger up and down the front of my panties.

I again tried to push myself into his finger, attempting to fuck myself on his finger.

“Robbie, please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Touch you,” he grabbed my thigh hard, “…where?”

My clit throbbed.

“Please touch my pussy. Please.”

“Of course, my dear.”

He swiftly pushed my panties to the side and pushed hard on my clit.

“Fuck, you *are* wet.”

“More, please?”

He relented and his fingers danced inside my panties. I gasped in pleasure.

“You have until the next traffic light to come. After that, I’m keeping my hands to myself.”

I gasped at the ultimatum.

He held my hand steady on the steering wheel as I drove, while his other hand was buried in my panties.

His finger circled my clit, slowly.

I felt my orgasm build up inside me.

He leaned over and whispered, “I can’t wait to taste your pussy. I’m going to hold down your thighs, while I fuck your tight pussy with my tongue. And you’re going to come over and over and over again. And I won’t stop until the sheets are wet with you.”

~*~

We pulled up to the next traffic light, alongside the same truck.

I was breathless.

And Robbie was licking his fingers.

“You drive like someone is fingering you.”

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