It is the middle of the afternoon and we are on a trip. You are driving down a highway and I have grown drowsy from the warm sun coming in the windows. I lay back my seat and close my eyes to rest.
I feel a hand on my leg. Fingertips moving in slow circles above my knee, then moving to the inside of my thigh and up towards my body. I ease my legs apart, mesmerized by the sensation of your lightly touching fingertips and moan softly, my eyes still closed. Your fingers move further upward, brushing against my black silk underpants and I push against your fingers because I want more. You begin to rub my pussy through my panties and I love the feel of the silk and your sure touch; it makes me grow wet and now I rock my hips in a slow up and down motion. You begin to tug up my skirt so I raise off the seat enough that you can pull it up to my hips. Now I have my legs spread further apart and am moaning with pleasure and desire. You stop touching me. I wait a minute but then can't stand to go without it so I reach down between my legs and begin rubbing myself, down on my pussy, then up to my clit and back again. My panties are getting wet and I rub harder and faster and my breathing quickens. I keep my eyes closed; I like the feel of the hot sun on my skin, the motion of the car. I like knowing that you're watching me and feel extremely turned on by that.
With one hand I pull my panties down while I use my other hand to massage my clit and pussy. I am completely given over to my own pleasure; moaning loudly as I continue rubbing myself until finally I cry out and arch my back as I come.
You tell me not to move, or pull down my skirt and to keep my eyes closed. I lay on the seat, wondering what you have planned, when you will touch me, what you expect me to do. I feel the car making turns so I know you've pulled off the highway and after a while the car stops and you kill the engine. I don't feel the sun coming through the window anymore so I know we're in the shade and I can hear leaves rustling in the wind.