A strange thing happens on the way to school

Joan and Connor ticked off the last few points on the presentation checklist as they reached the traffic jam that marked the morning school run. A lot of the vehicles were minivans and SUVs as soccer moms dropped off their younger kids, much of the rest were first cars with teenage drivers like Joan's, and then there were a few damned souls who'd got stuck in the mess.

One of these was a professional lady in a blue sedan next to them, her windows wound down as she leaned out to impatiently gesture at someone in front who had just cut her off. Connor found himself staring down her blouse, where her substantial cleavage was aimed straight at him, the edges of a lacy bra showing. He glanced up to her face, only to realize that she was looking at him as he stared! He met her gaze for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat and began pounding at twice its previous rate. Then her face broke into a smile and she winked at Connor!

Connor sat bolt upright, staring straight ahead. Joan asked him something, and he completely failed to hear it.

"Erm, what was that?" he mumbled.

"I said, are you really checking out that blonde's tits?!?" Joan said in an icy tone of voice. Rumbled, thought Connor. Of all the ways to mess up... He **** himself to look at Joan and braced himself for her displeasure.

His heart kicked off again as he did so, and he made an effort to compose himself.

"No, I was just-" he began, but Joan interrupted his feeble explanation before he could begin it.

"You shouldn't try to make me jealous..." she said, in what seemed an oddly purring tone of voice, "I expect you to concentrate on my boobs, ok? You're my boyfriend, and well... aren't they good enough for you?" With that, Joan let go of the steering wheel, and grabbed her own breasts, hefting them through her t-shirt. Connor blushed and looked away, inadvertently looking back to the lady with the blouse, who was still looking through into their car. She wasn't leaning out of her car, but her windows were still wound down, and she began to feel up her own breasts while grinning at him lustfully.

Connor had no idea how to react. He sat there staring back at her with a mixture of confusion and arousal. Then Joan reached over and grabbed his hand, moving it to her own firm breasts.

"See? You get to feel mine," she said, although Connor couldn't actually remember her ever being keen on letting him feel her up. Even their kissing had tended to be on the chaste side without much groping. "So what are you looking at her for?"

Then honking from elsewhere in the queue let all three know that they were holding up traffic.