Driving in the open highway. The sun is setting on the dunes as we sip beer with the music playing a Nusrat song. The car cruises along as the cabin is quiet between songs. A joint is lit and passed around. Front to back. My hand rests on your thigh. The black tights feel soft. Too soft. The heat of your leg emanates.
You hand a beer back. The joint follows soon. You turn around and lean back. Your shirt open to reveal your transparent bra. The attention they are get is undeniable and you feel like playing.
I smack your ass and run my finger along the crevice of your heat. You swat my hand away and say we have a guest. Behave.
I place my hand again and chuckle. I run my finger along the thin panty that covers your heated core. You allow it. Your shirts dropped low as you talk to the third person. He's getting a big bulge looking at your breasts in the fast fading sunlight. You play.
The joint drops from your hand and you tell me to stop the car quickly. You get out and open the back door. Looking for the red embers on the carpet. It's getting darker by the minute and I put the lights on. We are parked in near darkness now. You play.
You get in the back and close the door. Saying you'll rescue the joint and I should drive so we don't miss the hotel dinner time in the desert.