I watched him, watching a bulge thicken in his pants and watching him try to ignore the woman sitting next to him. Masturbating for him.

I placed one of my free legs up on the dash, pushing my foot against it and shifting in my seat so I was facing towards him. I wasn’t hiding anything now. I was fingering myself fully and deliberately, the sounds of my body and my moans the only sounds in the car as he breathed heavily and tried to concentrate on the road.

Fuck he was cute, trying his best to ignore what was happening beside him and be an upstanding man. I didn’t want an upstanding man right now though.

I wanted a man who would let me ride him while we drove. I wanted a man who would throw caution to the wind and let me fuck his thick cock while we sped down the road, who gave me the sense of adventure and danger I had been craving for so fucking long. I wanted that man. I needed that man.

He was not that man, but I could pretend he was.

And so as he tried to ignore what was happening beside him I continued to play with myself, fantasizing everything that I wanted to do to him and with him and keeping my eyes firmly on him as his cock throbbed in his pants and he tried to keep from looking over at me.

I felt the climax bubble up in me, felt my sex constricting and squeezing my finger and felt my moans shiver and escape my mouth. My jaw shook as my body ached and relaxed with release. The pleasure ran through me, a light spasm rushing through my body as I shuddered in the seat next to him and let myself crest the wave of my pleasure.