They had been stuck in the traffic jam for some time now. A complete standstill on the motorway, cars were backed up as far as you could see. The cause? Traffic reports stated an accident a few miles ahead was the culprit, and that due to the severity of the debris it would likely be a matter of hours before everyone was moving through again. Ignitions had reluctantly been turned off and engines were rapidly cooling.
Within the car the seat belt was taut against her body, pressing firmly on her full bladder. She shifted slightly in her seat, angling her body sideways towards the window in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. Her bare thighs rubbing together as she manoeuvred herself sent a ripple of electricity through her, providing a brief distraction from her current state. Resting her head against the window, a low sigh escaped her.
Daddy glances over at her, a concerned look fleeting over his furrowed brow as he turns down the radio. "Yes Kitten?," he prompts.
"I need to pee," she murmurs, somewhat dejectedly. Her head still turned, watching the notorious grey British Spring drizzle decorate the windows, the day rapidly darkening.
The corners of Daddy's mouth twitch as a smile playfully dances across his lips. "You're not going to go outside?"
She turns to scowl at him, the lanes to both sides of them were also full of stationary traffic. They were surrounded by bored people that were searching for distraction and entertainment. Now wasn't the time to be teasing her about her pet status by suggesting she peed outside. As their eyes met her grumpiness was quickly dissolved into a giggle when she saw the mischief in Daddy's eyes.
"Twerp," she remarks cheekily with a roll of her eyes before she turns back away with a pout.
Daddy removes his left hand from its resting place on the steering wheel. To lighten the mood he finger walks it across the dashboard towards his grumpy kitten. His fingers reach the other side of the dash and take a turn. They jauntily continue their journey up Kitten's torso until they reach her pouting lips.
Instinctively, she parts them. Daddy smiles, she's well trained. He accepts the invitation, his two fingers snaking into her waiting mouth. Warm, wet, and always inviting. Her tongue immediately begins to eagerly explore them. Feeling her gag a little as he pushes them further in, Daddy feels his cock twitch reactively.
"Good girl."
Kitten is awoken from her trance by these familiar words. Remembering her grumpiness she withdraws from Daddy's fingers, nibbling lightly at the tips as she goes. Daddy chuckles. Kitten is far too naturally obedient and well trained to even consider being a brat, but that doesn't stop her from pretending to try when she's feeling pouty. Daddy knew she would quickly change her tune.
"So many people stuck here with nothing to do Kitten. Lucky for me I have you here."
Kitten doesn't respond. Her mind is still focused on maintaining her poutiness and trying to keep her mind off her growing physical discomfort.
Daddy places his hand on her leg, tucking it under the loose, dark fabric of her dress and feeling the warmth of her skin under his. He loves the juxtaposition of her smooth, soft skin against his slightly rough and calloused palm. The heat building between them both is comforting. His fingertips graze the edge of her underwear.
"Take them off."
"But Daddy..." Kitten turns to him, her big eyes have joined in with the pleading.
"Kitten." There's a stern edge to Daddy's voice this time. This is a demand not a request. Kitten glances around at the nearby cars and realises nobody can see very much from their low vantage points, although those in the higher 4 by 4s and trucks would have a different view, should they care to look at the wrong (right?) moment. Quickly Kitten shifts in her seat and hooks her thumbs under her waistband, removing her knickers in one swift motion.
She passes them to Daddy who carelessly tosses them into the backseat. Apparently she won't be needing those for the remainder of the journey. Daddy's hand is replaced on her thigh. Her legs automatically part to invite him in. This time his fingertips graze the scrumptiously soft skin of her bare pussy. Searching for her needy slit. And oh how sweetly he is rewarded when he finds it. Met with a soft gasp, Kitten is wet and ready as always.
His touch is electrifying. She feels her nipples harden and strain at the thin fabric covering them. She flushes, suddenly aware of her exposure. Although her dress is still covering her body there is no doubt where Daddy's hand is now. He is teasing her slick entrance with his fingers.
"Daddyyyy." Kitten pleads, whining a little whilst gazing at him with her longing eyes. Her hand moves to wrap around his wrist, feeling the strength of the sinews resisting within as she tries to push him away. Conflicted as her hips arch towards the hand she is trying to remove. Her pussy desperate for more, for those fingers to enter her, for some release.
"What Kitten?" Daddy enquiries, a smile dancing across his eyes as his fingertips lightly tickle her clit. Allowing himself to be held back slightly by her delicate little hand, amused at Kitten's apparent inner conflict as her hips jerk to meet his touch.
Kitten removes her hand from his wrist, parting her legs wider and shifting forwards slightly in her seat to allow Daddy better access. The move shifts her dress further up her thighs, exposing more skin.
"Good slut." Daddy smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling with pleasure. She blushes. Deftly his two fingers enter her needy hole making her gasp. "Pull down your dress."
Confused, Kitten lowers her dress around Daddy's arm draping the hem near her knees. Daddy chuckles softly, "No honey, here." He tugs lightly at the top strap of her dress, demonstrating her mistake. Sweet, innocent, little Kitten. Whilst still buried in her pussy, and maintaining eye contact, he uses his other hand to very slowly and deliberately pull the hem of her dress back up. Slightly higher again than it was previously, a squirm could easily fully expose her.
