Although we had been on the road for hours now, there just never seemed to be a lull in the conversation. That was just one of the reasons that Angie was a great traveling companion. We had been friends since high school and had grown pretty close over the three years since graduation. I always found that a little surprising because of the gender difference - I had incorrectly assumed that a woman wouldn't "get" a man to this degree.
I thought our basic thinking would be too different and I had never met a woman who could talk to me like she did. She seemed to be able to understand me and how I was thinking even if she didn't share my same interests. For example, if I was excited about a science fiction movie I had watched, she was an excellent listener and could fully engage in the conversation about it without having any personal interest in science fiction. She would also honestly listen to my opinions and would offer contrary ideas without it devolving into a fight.
I don't recall now what we were chatting about that specific day in the car, but I do remember it being an engaging and animated conversation. I suspect it may have involved sexual or relational topics, and I further suspect that she had intentionally steered it in that direction. Although she was a great road trip companion, now that I look back on the trip I think she may have offered to copilot because she had ulterior motives.
The first part of the day passed easily as we traveled from central Ohio into Canada. We found that the roads north of the border were incredibly smooth and offered some gorgeous scenery. There wasn't much traffic to speak of and in road trip terms it just didn't get much better than that. I was glad that Angie had offered to keep me company during the long drive and the hours just seemed to float by.
At some point during the conversation Angie rested a hand on my leg. This sort of thing was not at all uncommon because we were both sort of "touchy feely" by nature. It seemed very natural for her to casually rub my thigh as we talked but it also was extremely pleasant. I am very sexual by nature and any touch like this was very welcome, even if her intentions were purely platonic.
The gentle sweep of her hand up and down my leg was innocent enough that no one would likely think twice about it. Yet even at the time I think I sensed something was happening. Perhaps some sort of subliminal signal passes between people in situations like that? Regardless of whether I suspected it at the time or not, I do recall wishing something would happen. Or at the very least, that she wouldn't stop touching me. Angie had a light touch and her caresses seemed to convey a tenderness or care that felt meaningful. As a horny young male, her touch also felt extremely erotic to me!
As the conversation progressed, so did her hand. It seemed to take hours but the range of her hand gradually extended to run the full length of my thigh. She would let it slide up towards my hip and maybe even linger there or rub in small circles before returning to my knee. I've never experienced a longer sexual build up in my life and it was extremely powerful. Even though it wasn't foreplay or even overtly sexual in nature, it was turning me on in a very intense way. I found myself in quite a predicament because I was getting so horny, but I didn't want to presume too much. I valued her and our friendship and I absolutely didn't want to ruin it by misjudging her intent.
I decided to play it cool and encourage her without being too obvious. I readjusted in my seat so that my legs were a little further apart and my hips a little closer to the steering wheel. I was immediately rewarded when she slid her hand even further up my jeans. At this point she would have been able to feel anything I would have had in my pocket and I desperately hoped she was making this more intimate than friendly.
I wonder if the disappointment showed on my face when her ever moving hand slid back down my leg towards a safe and strictly platonic zone? Perhaps she was aware of how her teasing was affecting me, or maybe she too was wondering if I would be receptive to sexual advances in our friendship? In any case her hand remained in a safe pattern for a while, defusing the situation a bit.
When I began to think that I had this all wrong she did it again. Her caresses slipped too far inside my leg to be merely friendly when her fingertips passed over the inside seam of my jeans. Angie's touch was simply incredible. I don't know if it is because she knew me so well or if she was just good at it but her slow, gentle caresses played perfectly into what I thought was sexy. It was all part of an incredibly long teasing that made my cock ridiculously hard. I could feel the precum leaking from me as she rubbed slow motion circles all up and down my leg.
