It has been the longest road trip ever and I am bored. I glance over at you and get an idea. I turn in my seat to face you and reach my left hand to slowly rub the back of your head and neck. I dig my fingers in to release any tension I find there. My nails are long enough so I can run them up and down the short hair on the back of your neck. I know you love that. Eventually I roll up the shirtsleeves on your right forearm and mimic those touches and gestures on your neck with my other hand. I raise your arm and lick from the inside of your elbow past your wrist to the tip of each finger. Then I swirl my tongue around the tip of your middle finger a few times before I plunge it deep into my mouth. I flick my tongue against the sensitive skin between the fingers before pulling it out of my mouth with a "pop!"
I make sure we have time and are on a safe straight shot of road so I can unfasten my seatbelt and lean closer to you. I stretch my left arm across your shoulders so that you can feel my breasts pushing against your shoulder and biceps. I kiss behind your ear then whisper how much I want your lips on my skin. I lick your earlobe and nibble it. I tell you I'm going to show you what I wish you could do to me. I undo your tie and open your collar, plus a few extra buttons to expose your chest. My mouth stays on your ear and moves down your jaw, kissing and licking, scraping my teeth against any sensitivities I find. I drop my head to lick across your collarbone, then drag my tongue up your neck to bite down hard on that cord of muscle I love.
Your breathing has picked up and you're moaning and groaning at me about how I'm torturing you. I lean both hands on your strong hard thigh to get closer to you. You realize that if you glance down you can see down my tight v-cut T-shirt to the tops of my breasts. I press my forehead to your temple and you can smell the combo of my shampoo (vanilla), body lotion/spray (bath & body works endless weekend), and something else...my arousal. Your nostrils flare as you breathe in deeply, and I giggle telling you how wet I am just from touching you. I point out that my skirt is just short enough that if someone was to get in the lane on our right and look over they'd see the growing damp spot on my panties. I ask you quietly, "do you like that idea, baby? Some stranger seeing how hot and wet I am for you?"