No, seriously, you can't let her.

"I'm sure you would, but the last thing I need is a lap full of semen; assuming I don't end up driving us off the road first."

Miki pouts as you firmly remove her hand from your manhood and awkwardly tuck it back in your pants.

"So, it must be pretty 'hard' to drive like that," Miki taunts, slouching back in her seat.

"I think I'll manage," you say, with not quite as much conviction as you'd like to show.

"Mmm."

Miki might be drunk, but she isn't entirely stupid. She can still see the obvious tent in your trousers, and the way your eyes flit over to her as her hand lazily runs up and down over the swell of her chest.

"I wonder if you can hold out," she says, lifting a knee up against the side of the car door to better show you the movement of her hand diving for her own crotch.

"Hold out until when?"

"Until we get to my place," she answers, her voice slow and sleepy. "Tell you what -if you can manage to keep your cool, I'll invite you inside; know what I mean?"

It's a tough invitation to ignore! Miki, not waiting for an answer to her challenge, has moved her hand from the outside of her track to underneath, teasing you with the sight of her self-pleasuring.

"You can touch if you want," she whispers.

Mouth dry, and cock aching, you wordlessly accept her invitation by pressing your right hand against her chest, feeling her soft supple breasts through her shirt.

Miki smiles wickedly, now pushing the waistband of her pants down from her hips to her knees, leaving her in her blue and white striped cotton panties.

She's right, maybe you can't hold out. The sight of her nearly naked lap, the touch of her breasts, and the urgency of your own arousal is making this nearly impossible.