It is warm, late evening, and we have spent a couple of very pleasant hours over a meal and (for me at least) a few too many drinks, sat at the local pub. All evening we have been flirting, and you have been touching me whenever and wherever you can, stroking my thigh through the thin fabric of my dress, brushing your hand over my breasts when no-one is looking, rubbing my ass when I am stood at the bar waiting to place an order. You have also taken great pleasure in telling me just what you are going to do to me when you get me home, and by the time we stand up to leave I am horny as hell, stiff nipples showing clearly and mouth dry because all my juices have concentrated between my thighs.
All the way up the steps to the car, you caress my ass, and I lean against you, slightly tipsy, pulling you to me for a deep, passionate kiss. The night is warm, and you take the roof off the car so we can enjoy it on the way back. I am feeling very naughty, and as we drive off, you notice a coy smile playing around my lips.
You look at me askance
'What are you up to missy?'
Smiling more broadly now, I reach down into my handbag and pull out a small but powerful vibrator. I slide my dress up my knees, and turn to you, licking the vibrator lasciviously as I do so.
'I'm going to indulge myself now, and there's nothing you can do about β you're just going to have to carry on driving'.