He Does

You don't feel it in your state, but there's a brief moment of tenseness from Nelson before he turns onto the road leading up to your house. What you do feel is the sense of shock leaving you and a faint excitement at finally being able to put this night behind you. He puts his truck into park in front of it. "Here ya go, Girl. safe and sound at home. Now maybe we can talk a lil' about payment?"

"Fine what do you want? A hundred bucks? You couldn't have driven here slower if you tried." you groan irritably at not being able to immediately leave.

His finger moves and points at his unshaven cheek and he chuckles a little at you, "For a pretty girl like yourself? I think a kiss on the cheek will do fine."

"Fine...what-ever" At this point, you were almost willing to do whatever you needed to in order to go home. This was nothing, so you roll your eyes and lean over the console to give the dirty man a kiss on the cheek. You feel the bristles on his face poke at you as you push your soft lips against his cheek. It's only a moment, but you feel his hand reach and grab at your breast and give it a squeeze. Nelson keeps ahold of your breast for several seconds and each time you try to pull back, he squeezes it almost painfully and your nipple stiffens against the palm of his hand. So you have little you can do other than keep your lips pressed against the man's cheek while he feels you up. His hand slides along your breast while he uses his thumb to stimulate your erect nipple as his hand fully explores the soft, supple teen tit that he has managed to get in his hand. Your body shivers a little at the feeling of this perverted man exploring your body.

Fortunately, he doesn't take it any farther than that and after several seconds, his grip loosens and you wriggle out of his grasp. A smug expression covers his face. You hiss out in irritation at him "Asshole." With that, you climb out of his truck and walk on home and Nelson drives off. You don't skip a beat and walk into your home and head straight for your bedroom. Not even bothering to check your phone, or change out of your tattered dress, you simply flop into the bed and pass out.