“It’s pretty simple,” she said, her hand moving down to her thigh as she tugged on the hem of her shorts. “I just like to feel like a slut. It’s a cross between objectification and submission, I guess. It’s mostly about feeling wanted. Like really truly wanted in filthy ways by all the wrong people.”
“That doesn’t sound simple,” I said, trying to focus on my driving as I inwardly groaned. Of course, she had to get turned on by exactly the things I was trying to avoid.
“Well, it’s not like I’m into piss or knife play. I don’t want to wear a pony mask or get put in a cage with a dog bowl. I just like it when men want to fuck me and are really obvious about it. Like how you got when I told you I let that guy finger me.”
“You are fucking intense, Lisa, do you know that? There is no way in hell I would ever tell Brendan any of this, and please tell me the same is true for you. He’d fucking kill me.”
“We’re just talking,” she said, her hand still fumbling with her tiny shorts.
“That’s true,” I said, knowing how big a lie that really was. “We’re just talking. For now.”
“It’s not like we’re going to do anything, right?”
“Well, it’s good that we have that settled,” I said with a smirk.
“But I guess watching isn’t really a crime, though, is it?” She asked, my eyes following hers as they looked down at her lap. “I mean, what happens in the car isn’t important. And besides, it’s not my fault if you happen to look.”
And then, as I looked at the road with one eye, and the girl with the other, she did just what Molly would have done. Never looking up, she pulled the thin fabric to one side, her legs opening wider until I could see her perfectly smooth cunt just two feet away from me.
“This is where he touched me,” she whispered. “He had his fingers all over and inside me, and I got so wet. Almost as wet as I am now.”
She reached down with her other hand and gently touched the lips of her pussy as I tried not to crash the car. When I finally stole another glance at her, she pushed one finger inside herself before pulling it out–slick with her excitement–and licking it clean.
“That was quite lovely,” I said, looking back at the road, my hard cock now impossible to hide. “I’ll confess that I never really believed what Brendan said about you, but you’re starting to impress me.”
“That was super hot,” she said. “You almost killed us you wanted to look so bad. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get hard so quickly. Maybe you’re not such an old man.”
“You have no idea,” I mumbled, my eyes back on the road as I tried to will my erection away. She was no longer teasing, but it didn’t really matter because I understood her now. I had seen her smooth cunt, and I had watched her spread herself open for me and there was no going back. There was no more pretending we were just playing a game. This was either going to be the longest car ride in the history of the world or the shortest.