Accept Lance's Help

I smile wide at Lance.

"Sure, Lance. I can never seem to work these things, " I say coyly.

Lance busts out in a grin as he leans close. I can't help but notice Jack and Joey staring as Lance's hands moving closer and close to my breast.

"No problem." Lance states with confidence.

Lance leans over, pressing his body against mine, using the tiny car as pretense for the proximity. He brings his hand up to my breast and hesitates. But only for a moment. Before a second has passed, he cups me with one hand, squeezing my tit. I try, best as I can, to supress a moan. His other hand presses against my tingling skin as he attempts to push me back into my bra.

Lance's finger brush past my nipple. He must have felt me shiver against his touch, because he rests his forefinger and thumb on my pert, pink nub. Before I can make any suggestions, Lance, squeezes hard. I try not to close my eyes and squeal, but it doesn't work. I breathe hard as his fingers twist me counter-clockwise and back again.

I bite my lip and hold back a whimper. Lance is still pretneding to adjust me. He continues to contort my nipple back and forth between his fingers. My eyes are still closed, but I know Jack and Joey are looking on. Lance is finshing his act as he start to pull my strap back in place. My panties are getting wetter by the second.

By the time he finishes "helping" me, all eyes in the small car are fixed on me. I stare back at them wanting badly for my fingers to dart down towards my clit. Lance may not have worked long, but what little he did was more than enough. I need release, and soon. Between my legs, I can feel myself burning for a touch, anyone's touch...