We are driving down the interstate at a pretty good clip when I start feeling frisky. I take our joined hands and place them on your thigh, rubbing up and down a bit. You look over and see me grinning mischievously and I take my hand from yours so that I can squeeze your thigh, letting my hand wander up towards your zipper.
You shift in your seat a bit, but pay attention to the road instead of what I'm doing to you. I bite my lip and undo first one button and then a second on my blouse and now I'm showing all sorts of cleavage. You gulp audibly as you look out of the corner of your eye but continue to watch the road.
I lick my lips and undo my seatbelt, sliding over towards you and whispering in your ear, "baby? I feel like being bad" I nuzzle your neck and kiss along your jaw and you ease off the gas a little bit. Then my hand wanders up and over your zipper, pressing down on your erection, and the car speeds back up again. I laugh softly and unbutton my blouse the rest of the way, shrugging it off my shoulders and dropping it on the floor of the car.
I kiss and nuzzle your neck some more, fiddling with the front of your shirt and moaning softly that I need something ... so badly. You clear your throat and ask what it is, and I take your zipper between my thumb and forefinger and pull it down. "This." I reply, undoing the button on your jeans and fishing you out of the fly of your boxers.
You moan and try to concentrate on driving as my hand encompasses your hard dick and my tits press up against your arm. I take your free hand and press it high up between my thghs and you can feel how incredibly hot I am... and wet.
"mmm... honey, I really want to..." I trail off as my head reaches your lap and I begin to lick around the head of your cock. I taste the drop of precum from the tip and moan, wanting more, but just as I take you into my mouth we hear a siren behind us.
"fuck." you swear as you pull over. Cops.
I pull your shirt over your now-deflating cock and move back to my own seat, grabbing my shirt and holding it in front of my chest. You should the officr your license and registration, trying not to show how very pissed off you are at this occurrence. "Sir, do you know how fast you were going?" the cop asks.