Switches the radio, stumbling upon something strange

Tom grew bored of the same old tunes and decided to change the radio station. His thumb hovered over the dial, the anticipation of a new melody tickling his senses. The static crackled and popped before settling on a weather forecast. The girl's voice, sweet and innocent, spoke of the unusual event of the sky turning pink, but Tom's skepticism grew into bewilderment when she began to moan as if in the throes of passion. He blinked hard, wondering if he was hearing things, his eyes flicking to the gas gauge as it hovered closer to E. The moans grew louder, and Tom's curiosity morphed into arousal, his cock beginning to swell in his pants.

He turned the radio off with his mind racing. "What the hell was that?" he murmured, the sudden silence feeling almost deafening. Laura's chest rose and fell with her sleep, the fabric of her shirt clinging to her skin, outlining the dark circles of her areolae and her firm, erect nipples. His eyes strayed to Laura's reflection in the rearview mirror, the swell of her breasts beneath the leather corset.

Laura's body, now more voluptuous and curvy than early, but still teen, filled the small space with an undeniable presence. Her ass, now more rounded and plump, made Tom's hand twitch with the need to touch, to squeeze, to claim. But he quickly dismissed these thoughts, because it was weird, isn't it?