The second she undid her jeans and slid her hand inside of them, the traffic slowed to a near standstill.
“Oh god no,” she said, with just a hint of a whine. “I was just starting to have fun.”
All around us the cars slowed down, and instead of zipping by us, barely able to get a glimpse of anything at all, it was suddenly apparent that the other drivers might, in fact, notice a girl with a hand in her pants.
“Don’t stop,” I told her, risking a quick glance in her direction.
“Are you serious? People can see me.”
“I know. It’s terrible. Whatever will they think?”
“This isn’t fair,” she said, squirming as she looked out the window. The woman next to us was busy on her phone, but she passed us by in a few moments to be replaced by an old man with his chin to the wheel. He was definitely not going to be distracted by anything we did.
“Why don’t you pull them down further,” I said, wondering how far she was willing to go. She looked at me, then back out the window, and then back at me once more. And then, with a wiggle, she slid her jeans down just enough that I could clearly see her fingers moving between her legs.
“Anyone can see me,” she moaned, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Open your legs wider,” I whispered as I reached over and pulled one strap off her shoulder. I tugged at it harder as I watched the road until her left breast was bare. It took every effort I had to keep my eyes on the car in front of me.
“Fuck, this is hot,” she said, looking up again as she touched herself faster and harder. Another car moved into the spot next to us, and this time a college kid smiled in our direction and waved at her before pulling ahead. Then it was a couple, both of them pointing before we overtook them once more.
“Do you like that they can see you?” I asked. “Do you like that they know you don’t care that they can see you? Does it turn you on?”
“No,” she mumbled, avoiding the window as each car drew close.
“Oh fuck.”
“What is it?” I asked, turning quickly to see an SUV riding alongside us. The man inside was apparently more interested in watching my girlfriend than he was in following the flow of traffic, and for the first time since we slowed down, there was a car next to us that didn’t move.
“What’s he doing?” I asked, careful not to rear-end anyone.
“He’s just watching and smiling at me. I can’t look away.”
“Is he hot?” I asked.
“Not really, but he’s…”
“What? He’s what?”
“He’s looking at me like he wants to swallow me. He’s grinning, and each time I moan, he laughs at me.”
“Pull your panties down,” I said, adjusting myself through my pants. Fuck this was stupid and hot and both of us should stop. She whimpered for a moment, but then without looking away from him, she slid the cotton down until he had a completely unobstructed view of my girlfriend’s fingers in her cunt.
“Oh god, I think I’m gonna come soon.”
“Is he still watching?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, but he’s not laughing. He’s licking his lips, and he looks scarier now. I’m glad I’m in the car…”
“Ask him if he wants to fuck you,” I told her, wondering again if she would do it.
“Oh god,” she said, pushing two fingers deeper inside her as the entire car began to smell like her. My free hand was on my cock, gently rubbing myself through my thin pants as she started to play with her left nipple, never once looking away.
“Ask,” I told her again.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“Ask him again. Say it over and over again until you’re sure that he can make out the words.”
I heard her mumble then, the words slipping from her lips like a mantra, and I came close to crashing a hundred times. But she didn’t stop touching herself, and he didn’t pull away, and her voice was a silent question that needed an answer.
“He’s saying yes over and over again. He’s telling me terrible things. He wants me to pull over so he can ‘use my little pussy.’ He wants us to stop at the next exit so he ‘can fuck me while you watch.’”
“Jesus, you can hear him?”
“I can read his lips. And maybe hear him a little. His window is down, but it’s so clear, oh god I’m gonna come. He just said he was going to fuck my ass over the hood of the car as you watch from the front seat, oh fuck!”
And then she was clenching around her fingers and moaning as she arched her back and closed her eyes. I could see her in my peripheral vision shaking and smiling as she came, and for a second I saw his predatory look through the open window of his SUV.
Just as she began to come down, and just as I nearly burst from my jeans, the traffic started to open up. She looked up once more and smiled, and then he was gone, speeding in front of us before cutting over to the right lane, passing back to the left, and then vanishing into the once again moving string of cars.
She pulled her shirt up and then her pants as well, and the fading light out the window finally started to obscure us both. I reached out and touched her knee as she settled back into her seat with a sigh.
“Fuck that was creepy,” she said. “Creepy and hot. I can’t believe we did that.”
“I’m just glad he didn’t follow us. But yeah, that was amazing. You did such a good job.”
“I’m blushing so fucking hard. I feel filthy.”
“In a good way?”
She leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder as her hand slid down to my hard cock. Her touch was gentle as she traced my length with one fingernail.
“In the best way,” she said.