Check on Mr. Cleft's "tent"

You pick up your cute little purse from the seat and pretend to search it for something. You select your bottle of lip gloss and, with a glance to Mrs. Cleft, you let it intentionally fall from your hand and roll under Mr. Cleft's seat.

"Oopsy," you say. "I'll get it!"

You drop to your hands and knees and crawl the short distance across the carpeted floor of the SUV to Mr. Cleft's seat. He glances down at you and you give him a sheepish smile.

"I think it rolled under your seat," you say.

"Oh," he eyes your long legs stretched out behind you. "Um..."

"Let me just," you reach under the seat. "Hmm, I think I can almost feel it."

You put your head down on the floor and extend your arm beneath the seat. You immediately grab hold of your lip gloss, but you pretend to stretch and you grunt a little. Your coat rides up your back and exposes your heart-shaped butt to Mr. Cleft. You can feel the cool wind of the air-conditioner blowing on your bare cheeks and raising goose pimples on your flesh.

"Almost got it," you say and wiggle your butt from side to side.

You turn your head and look at Mrs. Cleft. Any sign of jealousy is gone, the older woman is now blissfully watching you tease her husband and absently stroking one of her huge breasts through the fabric of her dress. You blow her a kiss and then pull your arm from beneath the seat.

"I found it!" You exclaim to Mr. Cleft. "It was-"

Your eyes widen in mock surprise as you gaze at Tom's erection straining the crotch of his slacks.

"Oh, my, Mr. Cleft, did I do that?" You ask and point to his crotch.

He glances down and his face reddens.

"Oh, no, it's just, it was rubbing against the...ah...," he turns into a stammering wreck again.

"I don't know, Sara," you say, looking to your sexy neighbor, "it seems like I accidentally got your husband all worked up. Do you think I should do something to help?"

"Mmmm," Sara Cleft parts her thighs giving you a beautiful view of her panties. "I think you're going to have to do something about it, young lady."

Her hands wander between her legs and begin to stroke her pussy through the silky fabric. You reach over and lay your hand on Mr. Cleft's thigh and he jerks the wheel in surprise. A horn blares and tires squeal. You giggle. You watch Mrs. Cleft pull aside the crotch of her panties and rub her trimmed cunt. She looks at you with smoldering lust. Your hand finds her husband's hard cock and you squeeze it through the fabric of his slacks.

"Oh!" Tom jerks in the seat, but manages not to swerve.

You unzip his pants and his hard cock springs free. It's big and, to your surprise, he's completely shaved, making him look even more impressive. You wrap your fingers around his dick and feel him shudder.

"Oh, well, um...," he stammers.

"What should I do, Sara?" You defer to his wife, who is now sliding a finger in and out of her dripping pussy. "How can I take care of this ...hard...problem?"