"What's the sexiest part of your partner's body?" (Abbie's answer, continued)

"Tell me another part you think is sexy," said Jake.

Abbie was losing focus on the world around her as she began touching herself both inside and outside her underwear. "Another part?" she said. "I think that ... I think lips are sexy," she said slowly.

"Lips?"

"Mmm. When a man's lips are soft against mine, just relaxed and without tension. When they're slightly wet, but the kiss isn't sloppy. When I gently bite his lower lip as I kiss him, and I feel his tongue react and slide out toward me. When I respond with tongue, and I can taste his lips, a hint of something salty, maybe I feel the stubble of an unshaven face, and my lips and my tongue are against his, and maybe I feel his teeth. He holds my head in his hands, and kisses me again, his lips soft again, his lips soft and molded around mine, nothing too firm, nothing too rough. It's delicate, and it's personal, and his lips against my face, that kiss is only for me. Only for me. Just me. Mine."

As she spoke, her voice slowed and got deeper. Her right hand, inside her panties, massaged her pussy. It was slow at first, but picked up energy and intensity without getting manic. She shifted her hips back and forth as she slid one finger, then two, then three into her pussy.

"And every so often, he'll lick his lips, softening them again, moistening them again, all so that when he kisses me again, it's warm and sweet, and he did it for me. Those lips are mine, those kisses are mine, they were tailor made for me. Just me."

She was in an intense rhythm now, fingering herself evenly and steadily.

"Just me," she repeated.

Jake was torn between watching Abbie and watching the road. He wanted to pull over and join her, and at the same time, wanted to watch this, watch how she touched herself, how she brought herself to a climax with just her fingers and a simple story.

"I can taste him on me, his warmth, his mouth. His tongue is soft, his lips are tender, and if I use my teeth just lightly, he might quiver, he might shudder, and I know that I did that. And I might lick his lips myself, letting him taste me, and I wonder what's he's feeling, what he's thinking as he kisses me. The moment is so honest and **** and real and ... pure."

As she said the last word, she thrust her fingers deep into her pussy. Her body shivered and shook, her orgasm fluttering through her. She pushed her hips forward, grinding her pussy against her hand, holding her hand tight against her body. She held there, hips up, slightly out of her seat, shaking, murmuring, her teeth chattering. For twenty seconds, she did not breathe, she just vibrated with energy.

Then she relaxed, and slowly settled back into her seat. Her right hand stayed put, and rubbed herself a little more, but no longer with the intent of reaching another orgasm. She slid her hand out of her panties, and slowly lowered her dress. Her left hand moved across the seat of the car, and she rested it on Jake's leg. She held him, squeezing her hand slightly on his thigh. Finally, she breathed.

"Mmm, that was ... something." She smiled and patted Jake's leg. With one sharp deep breath, she exhaled, opened her eyes, sat up, and the moment was over.