En-route antics ensue

As Jacob drives you try to adjust your dress. The area over your breasts is maybe two inches wide, three at best, and with nothing securing it you're sure it will sway right off your nipples if the two of you dance anything other than a slow dance. You cup your breasts, wishing you could somehow secure the fabric, and feel your nipples respond in spite of their remembered **** from yesterday.

A nervous glance Jacob's way meets his eyes and he smiles at you.

"Yeah, play with them, make them feel good," he urges, mistaking your adjustments for fondling.

Jacob taps the accelerator, driving a spike of excitement into your squishy pussy as the engine revs.

Squishy? Your eyes widen as you feel something like a trickle within your body. The lotion?

"How far?" you ask him, striving for casualness as you slouch a little in the seat, scooching your butt up toward the lip of the seat, hoping that the slope of the seat and the less vertical position will prevent any lotion from staining his precious seats.

"Oh, a little bit," he answers, vague as usual. Still, a little bit sounds promising. "Hey," he says, noticing your position, "You're gonna play with yourself, aren't you?"

"Wh-what?" you stammer.

"Oh come on, I know that position. Pushing to the edge of the seat for greater access. Come on, do it!"

An objection springs to your lips, and just as quickly falls away. It would give you a way to try and keep anything from coming out.

Fixing a smile on your lips you reach between your legs, sticking a finger up against yourself. Surprisingly it slides in with very little resistance, making you wonder if the purring engine is exciting you that much or if the lotion might be that good of a lubricant.

"Spread those wings so I can watch," he urges. "Put them up on the dash."

Biting back a protest you easily lift your feet to the dash, Jacob pulling one leg toward him.

"Put the other out the window," he orders, as your window rolls down. Sighing, you do as told, reflecting that you've never had a problem spreading your legs before.

With that thought you plunge in a second finger, feeling a familiar fluttering of pleasure as your fingers easily slip into the drenched hole. In fact you feel compelled to add a third finger to create some tension in your lips and dig deeper.

"Faster," you urge Jacob, loving the way the engine's vibrations go straight inside your eager little pussy.

Jacob accelerates a little, and you nearly groan as the throaty purr of the engine strokes your pussy, making you wonder if you could possibly come from its stimulation alone.

"Faster! Open her up!" you nearly yell, inserting a fourth finger.