In her lap

"You want me to sit where?!" Cremia squeaked.

"You heard me." Replied Linkle, a sly smile plastered over her face.

Cremia's blush had deepened to a deep shade of crimson and her heart was fluttering in her chest. All the confidence that she had gained throughout the day was beginning to diminish and she felt the need to cover herself under Linkle's gaze. But she steeled her nerves, she needed Linkle with her and she'd rather be embarrassed by her than by the whole of Clocktown. "Alright," she relented, meekly.

She slowly pulled herself up into the carriage where Linkle was sitting with her legs splayed apart. She positioned herself precariously in front of Linkle. She yelped and almost fell off the cart as Linkle groped her sizable ass with both hands, rubbing them with her hands. Before Cremia could voice any protest she felt Linkle's hands grip her hips and pull her down onto Linkle's lap. The two girls were of similar heights, so Cremia could feel Linkle's breasts pressed into her back. Cremia could feel herself flaring up at this new sensation but she shook her head, she had a job to do. She couldn't let herself get distracted just because Linkle was teasing her in this way.

She leaned forward and grabbed the reigns of the two horses and with a well practiced motion, set the cart moving down the road.

Cremia squirmed as she felt Linkle's hands feeling up her legs. "M-must you do that while I'm trying to drive?"

"I can always leave you to do the delivery alone." Linkle replied.

Cremia whimpered and held her tongue, thought she didn't like it, going along with Linkle's requests was her best option. She shivered as Linkle's hands began to travel upwards, trailing against her midsection before she began to fondle Cremia's breasts. Cremia did her best to hold back any sounds that were provoked by Linkle's touch, but a few soft whimpers and moans slipped out here and there.

Linkle seemed to be enjoying herself by the very least, "You know, you'd probably get a lot more business if you started monetizing 'these' milk jugs." She giggled at her own wordplay as Cremia did her best to ignore her.