Dave is incapable of speech right now

It seems like Dave tries to reply to Lucy’s questions, but each time he manages to start to speak, they make no sense and instead just come out as a mumbled noise. He soon gives up the pointless task, and with his eyes firmly closed, savours what Lucy is doing inside his jeans.

With the car parked up in a quiet side street, you sit and watch, slightly conscious that should anyone happen to walk past they would know exactly what is happening within the front of the car, but if Lucy has the same concerns, she is hardly showing them.

Even as you watch the movement of her hand within the confines of Dave’s jeans, you realise the scene is turning you on, and as you lean forward to look over the back of the seats, you quietly slide a hand under your little skirt to feel your own dampness that is beginning to form on the crotch of your skimpy underwear. As you watch the shape of Lucy’s hand working away inside Dave’s jeans, you keep your fingers against your thong, very gently letting them rub back and forth against your smooth pussy underneath the lacy fabric, wondering just what else Lucy may have planned before you finally complete your trip to the club.