Abbie entertains Jake by flashing other cars

"I was thinking that a little visual stimulation would be nice. Would you show me your tits?"

Abbie smiled. "I'll do it, but I'm a little nervous about you driving. I've seen what you're like when my tits are out."

"I'll try to keep at least half an eye on the road," said Jake.

Abbie nodded in agreement. She sat up straight in her seat, and undid her seatbelt. Jake adjusted the rearview mirror so he could see her in the reflection. She played into the mirror, looking at Jake, raising her sunglasses so they sat on top of her head. The white linen shirt was tied in a knot at her stomach, so she started by fingering the knot, and loosening it, a little bit at a time. Before long, the shirt was untied. She pushed one side off her shoulder, letting it fall limply on her elbow. Next the other side, and soon the shirt was simply on the seat behind her.

"Mmm, good start," said Jake, checking her out from time to time, but keeping his focus forward on the road ahead.

Abbie wore a bright blue crop-top shirt that was very snug around her breasts. It had skinny string straps at the top, and cut off above her stomach. She leaned back in her seat, and touched her own stomach with her fingers. She traced around her belly button, teased her fingers against the waistband of her shorts, and then brought her hands up, and just under the hem of her shirt.

She slid both hands up under the sides of her crop top, stretching the material out around her rib cage, and pushing it upward. It was high enough to see the underside of her breasts, but not yet high enough to reveal her nipples.

She brought her hands back down to her stomach. As she arched her back and stretched, the bottoms of her ribs were prominent. It was a look Jake found very attractive -- the edges of her ribs, the soft and flat stomach, the small and tight navel. He felt himself getting aroused, and then had a new idea.

He shifted into the left lane to pass a slow-moving white Honda. As he passed, he saw that the driver's window was down, and it was a middle-aged man. He leaned in to Abbie and said, "Abbie, I've seen it all. How about giving this fellow a bit of a show?"

She smiled at him, and said, "I hate to deprive you of all this," as she gestured to herself, "but you're probably right. This guy deserves more than you do."

Jake honked his horn, and the guy in the white Honda glanced over. Abbie got up on her knees and faced out her side of the car. Her blue crop-top was still a bit higher than it ought to have been, just barely exposing the bottoms of her breasts. Abbie licked her lips, and squeezed her tits through her shirt.

Abbie enjoyed this play. She knew she'd never see the guy again in her life, and doing this because it was hot for Jake made it hot for her.

She slid one hand under her crop-top, and fondled her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course, not with this kind of shirt -- and not for a day with pretty much nothing but Jake to fill her dance card. That is, until Honda guy showed up.

As she groped her left breast, she pushed her own shirt up, exposing the skin. Then she stopped the self-play, and just pushed the whole crop-top up so that it was bunched up around her neck, and her breasts were fully exposed.

"Is this what you had in mind, Jake?" she asked.

Jake laughed. "Does he seem to be enjoying it?"

"Hey, mister -- are you enjoying this?" Abbie shouted at him. The Honda guy honked his horn a bunch of times, and Abbie laughed and sat back. "Yeah, seems good."

Just then, Abbie heard a squeal of tires, and saw the Honda slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a truck ahead of it.