The 6 hour drive seemed like an eternity in the cramped van.
I was the smallest person in the vehicle, so I was forced to occupy a seat on someone’s lap. My guy friend sat on the second row, and I was perched on him, my back pressed against his chest. The windy roads caused the van to sway from side to side, so he had to wrap his arms around my waist to keep me balanced.
The night was dark, and the only sound that filled the van was the hum of the engine and the occasional chatter from the driver and passenger at the front of the van. My hands were clasped onto the handle above the window and the one in front of me to keep myself steady.
Each movement of the car caused his masculine frame to press against me. I could feel his dick grow harder with every moment, eventually it was pressing against my inner thigh. I was wearing form-fitting leggings, which made the sensation even more intense. I could tell he was aware of my pleasure, as he shifted his hands to either side of my hips, still pressing me against him.