She wanted him to touch her but they were never close enough to touch. All day she thought about what it would be like to have his hands on her. Over her clothes, against her skin, it didn't matter. She craved his touch but could never say it. She knew she came off a little angry during the few times they spoke but it was only because she did not like feeling so out of control. She struggled between wanting to let him know how she felt and blaming him for making her want him.
One day she stumbled on an opportunity to be close to him and knew it was her moment to give in to her desire. A car ride. There wasn't enough room for her but he was always too clever. As if he knew her secret desire he motioned to his lap and offered to make room for her. Of course he covered it up in a joke. Her heart sped up and there was a tingling in her stomach. She felt her panties grow damp at the thought of sitting in his lap and knew she was blushing.
It was dark in the car as she climbed onto his lap. At first she sat tentatively on his knee grabbing the seat in front for leverage. They hit a bump and she would have fell forward if not for the strong hands that slid around her waist and pulled her back towards him. She was wearing a very thin flowing skirt that fell to just above her knees. Through the thin material she could feel everything. She was pushed right up against him and she could feel him hard through his pants. Where his hands were on her waist she felt hot and tingly even through her cotton shirt. Her legs against his legs, the heat they gave off was too much she thought everyone could feel it.