It was a perfect day for a drive. Sunny, clear skies and clean roads lay out before us and you behind the wheel – your aftershave playing hide and seek with my senses. What could be better? We were off to see where the roads led us with the GPS stowed away in the glove box.

I had been playing a game of my own. Under my casual sportswear top and skirt, I was wearing a pushup bra and garter and hose – no panties. I was asking for it. I wanted to be molested. I was wondering if the extra bounce in my breasts had caught your eye when we walked to the car. My nipples hadn’t been as obvious as I thought they would be – perhaps the fabric of the shirt glossed over them. Our casual chatter didn’t reveal any clues from behind your eyes.

We loudly sang to some old rock song on the radio and we laughed together when he wrecked the loud parts of the song. Then you surreptitiously walked the fingertips of your right hand down my shoulder to my breast. I feel the flush rise to my cheeks as you gently fondle and play with me – I looked up at you with lips pouting from underneath half-lidded eyes. I could feel my pussy begin to moisten. Your eyes changed with a gleam of ambition. You rubbed your thumb up the underside of my breast from my ribcage to meet the nipple and then you firmly began massaging my nipple. You knew how much I enjoyed long, languid foreplay. I crossed my legs putting more pressure on my clit -- my eyes glistened with desire and I smiled at you.

You laughed in the way that meant that you were going to enjoy teasing me for awhile before you had your fun. A thrill of excitement went through me. You kneaded my breast for a minute and as I wanted more nipple attention, you stopped and put your hand back on the wheel. I looked at you puzzled. This was different. Did you want me to touch myself so you could watch? I tentatively reached down to my crotch and you shook your head “no”. You gestured with your hand for me to uncross my legs. I smiled and spread them just a little – my thighs just met and my skirt was draped across my knees. I didn’t think you knew that I had no panties on yet and my garter wasn’t showing.

You reached over again and pressed your thumb against my now-hard nipple in that delightfully maddening way you have. You glowered at me when my legs wanted to cross themselves. I was beginning to catch on… teasing was the name of THIS game. I looked at you like the chastened schoolgirl in trouble with the teacher and I parted my thighs a little further. It was a delightful torture of desire. You smiled and stopped rubbing. I tentatively reached for my knees – maybe I could touch my thighs? “NO”, you glowered. You wanted control.

After what seemed like an eternity, you reached over and began walking your fingertips over my knee to my inner thigh – the flush of desire pounded through my veins. You began massaging your fingertips up until they reached the bottom of my garter where it hooked to the hose. You grinned at me wickedly – you HADN’T known about that perk. You began massaging your fingertips around the top of my hose and just under it… going back down my leg and up… back down……. And up…. Teasing me beyond what I thought I could bear making my pussy ache with desire and throb. Your hand began working higher on my thigh – I felt my heart jump – your fingertips stopping an inch below my butt. I looked up at you, my eyes swimming with sexual frustration needing to be released and my face flushed. You were enjoying yourself with that wicked sense of humor that was your trademark. You would decide when to release me.

I loved and hated this about you at the same time. A loud groan of pent-up desire escaped me – you could feel the heat from my pussy radiating to your fingers. Not one to be rushed, you began exploring further North in your own time. You slid your hand down towards the seat and back towards my butt. I arched back and shut my eyes enjoying the fingertips toying and massaging in little circles the generous flesh of my cheeks. I pulled off my top so aroused and in need that I no longer cared if I should be seen by another driver in another car. My breasts presented to you beautifully – robust and full and blushing with hard, firm nipples that you knew were your doing.

Suddenly you slid your hand, palm-up, under my butt and began deep massages along my entire slit with your thumb paying attention to my clit. I groaned loudly with pleasure and began rhythmically grinding my pussy on your hand – my back would arch and then hunch to force the pressure on that wonderful center of nerves focused on your thumb. You loved watching me get off. It was a command performance – neither of us ever knew who got more out of it.

You stopped rubbing. Your hand still in place. I slowed slightly feeling each heartbeat. I was so slick that I began building again with no movement from you. I began grinding myself on your fingers poking up in all the right places – touching all the right nerves. You let me pleasure myself and enjoyed watching the wanton wild woman I had turned into.

You drove your thick finger up into me – taken by surprise and by my overwhelming need I came. But that was the beginning. I drove myself as hard and fast as I could on your impaling digit. You knew the right parts of my walls to stroke and the right places to reach inside. I reached a second apex of desire coming with the force of a tidal wave. I creamed your hand.

I wasn’t done yet and you knew it. That errant thumb played with my clit gently… firmly… persistently….. coaxing me to another climax. The shudders shook through my body as my naked butt shook in the noonday sun shining through the windows.

You pulled your hand away now knowing that I was done for the time being. I giggled and pulled a wet-nap out of my purse so you could clean your hand off.

I saw the now-raging hard on in your pants and knew I’d soon have my revenge.