"People keeping tabs on where I am."

"If this was real life," you say, "If I were to disappear for awhile, no one would notice. Diana's teaching her class, no one else is keeping tabs on me. However, if it were Rated-X Truman Show, someone would almost certainly come looking for me. And then probably try to fuck me."

"This must be very scary for you," Jasmine says, her face anything but sympathetic, "So, what's the plan, then. We hide?"

"Yep, I guess so," you say, "Where could we go that wouldn't have any camera?"

Jasmine looks thoughtful for a moment, and you get a whiff of a light, floral perfume coming off of her. "This might not be the most comfortable, but my car is parked in the school parking lot. I can't imagine they'd put camera's in my trunk."

"You want me to hide in your trunk? Hell no, I'm not that foolhardy, I just met you."

"Perfectly understandable, Joe!" She laughed, "but I fully intended to hide with you. We don't know if they are tracking me too, after all."

You reluctantly agree, and she leads you outside to the sunny parking lot. Fortunately, there are a lot of cars, so you're able to get to her car and still feel fairly concealed. She pops open the trunk to reveal a decently sized trunk...but it's still a trunk. Fortunately it looks comfortable enough and there's a bright yellow interior door handle so you two won't get trapped inside.

"So...we just, hide in the trunk?"

"I figure if it's the Truman show they'd panic within twenty minutes of not being able to find you, if not sooner," she said, "So, let's pop out in thirty minutes and see if people are behaving strangely at all."

You nod, and climb into the trunk, making sure that she gets in right after you.

She slams the door shut, and you both are immersed in blackness.

The space is...cozy with two people. To say the least. As the two of you maneuver yourselves to get more comfortable, you get a much stronger smell of her floral scent. It's really nice, almost intoxicating; at first you can't place it, but then you scoff: "Are you wearing jasmine perfume?"

"You noticed!" She says, as she arranges herself with her back to you, only inches away. She tilts her head back so her hair is in your face. "It's actually an essential oil I mix with my conditioner."

You forget yourself for a moment as you breathe deep, taking in the jasmine scent of her her, plus Jasmine's scent. You suddenly realize that you're in an enclosed space with a very sexy woman. You do your best to put it out of your mind. This is an experiment after all, and it has nothing to do with Jasmine's sexiness.

The two of you make quiet conversation for a few minutes, and then settle into a comfortable silence. More or less comfortable, that is. Her body heat is radiating towards you, gentle and alluring. Even after adjusting and making the best use of the space, she's still only inches from your face. The backs if her thighs are making light contact with the fronts of yours. If you leaned forward even slightly, your chest would press against her back.

You're tempted to, actually, but then she'd probably feel your semi, which would turn the moment from unusual to uncomfortable. Imagining her feeling noticing your hard-on doesn't help, though, and you start imagining her sinuously grinding her amazing ass against your pants. Your semi quickly turns to a raging boner, which you can only imagine is millimeters away from her ass. You pray she doesn't scoot back, while another part of you hopes that she does.

"Are you doing ok, old man?" She murmurs with a hint of teasing in her voice, "You're breathing kind of shallowly. Are you claustrophobic? I can crack the trunk just a bit, if that would help."

If she cracks the trunk, she'd almost surely feel your boner in her adjustments to get to the door handle.

"No, nope, I'm ok," You say, "I'm just nervous, that's all. This whole Truman Show thing is obviously not real...but what if it is? This whole situation is just, it's weird, that's all."

Too late, you realize that by naming your anxiety, you're inviting sympathy. And sure enough, she she scoots back into you, probably intending to offer you some support in a sort of backwards hug. Instead, she presses her butt right into your boner. She freezes- you freeze.

"Wait, is that why you were breathing shallowly?"

"That's another reason," you say, "I'm sorry, I was keeping as much space as I could."

She pauses. "It's alright. It's funny, all this fear about rated-X Truman Show and your mind is still in the gutter."

"It's not in the gutter...it's in the trunk with a beautiful woman."

She chuckles. Your dick is still sandwiched between your belly and her warm ass.

There's a long pause, where she very obviously _doesn't _move away. And then she gives her ass a slight wiggle, just enough to send a jolt of pressure up your cock.

"Well," she says, "as long as we're in here, why don't we make things interesting?"