We were about midway home from my parents’ house when she started rubbing my neck. This happened from time to time during our road trips, ending with her taking out my cock to playfully suck on it, but it never lasted long enough for me to get anywhere close to cumming. I think she was a little self-conscious about the cars that passed by and what the people in those cars might see her doing, but I didn’t mind as I wasn’t going to force her into anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
This time, however, she didn’t care about the cars driving by. She unbuckled just after we’d turned onto the interstate, her hand moving from my neck to my chest, unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt. She ran her hand across my chest, getting on her knees in the front seat so that she could lean in to nibble my ear. I asked to see her tits. She obliged, pulling down the straps of her camisole, her 34b’s on full display, her smooth pink nipples begging for my tongue.