The end of the night approached as we drove down the snowy roads, illuminated by only the headlights of the car. The day was as it was tiring. But it was finally over.
As we continued down the dark road, I began to remember your promise of what will happen when we got to the cottage we rented. I could feel the throb in my pants begin to build as we got closer to home. I could feel my dick restricted by the tightness of my jeans.
Struggling to stay comfortable and with still my dick continuing to throb, I unzipped my fly, giving me much needed relief as it pushed through the opening in my pants. As the rural roads twisted and turned, I felt your hand placed on my thigh.
Feeling your grip tighten around my thigh, I clenched the steering wheel harder to keep focus on the road. I could feel your fingers struggling to reach inside my fly, no matter how sneaky you thought your were being. The snow continued to be wiped clean from the windshield while your fingers dug ever more into my thigh.