Might as well, right?

As this random stranger drives off to... wherever she's going... with you pantsless in her backseat, you decide to shut your brain off again and just accept whatever fever dream this is. You start wiggling your ass around the bench seat, sliding from one end of the car to the other and watching your sweat spread around the polished leather.

"I guess this is what a casting couch would feel like," you laugh to yourself, and the driver just mmhmm's absentmindedly.

Being ignored makes your cock harden faster for some reason, so you chase that.

"I'm gonna go ahead and try to fuck your car," you say, amazed by the words as they come out of your mouth. "Drive gentle, okay?"

"Yeah," she nods. "You just stay out my way."

"Fair enough."

You stretch out on the back seat, bending your knees awkwardly to line yourself up with the holes that the seatbelt buckles stick up out of. It's a bit of a struggle to fit yourself into the position needed to thrust at that angle, but you do eventually manage to cram your cock in. Unfortunately, the hole is not as deep as it looks, and it's also full of mechanisms and rough sewn seams.

You consider trying the door handle, but it's similarly shallow and a similarly awkward angle, with the added risk of dumping you out dick-first onto an active roadway. As you're shuffling around, though, your foot bumps against something cylindrical in the floorboard. You reach down and find a bottle of leather cleaning wipes in the floorboard.

"Fuck it, I've always wondered..."

You open the lid and, thankfully, the little starburst-cut plastic where the wipes pull out is the soft, flimsy kind. You poke a couple fingers through and position the roll of wipes inside, then guide your cock in so that your head squishes into the middle of the soggy fabric. It's cold against your sensitive skin, and the chemicals almost burn a little, but you can't resist sinking deeper into the strange sensation. As you tilt the tube, though, the loose liquid that had seeped out of the wipes spills out between your legs, soaking the fabric around your ankles.

"Goddammit!" You lean down and pull the pants and panties off entirely, tugging out of your shoes and stuffing your socks into them for safe keeping. "Do you think it's okay I just walk around naked? I figure I'll be using random stuff all day."

"I don't see why not," the driver shrugs, as uninterested as usual.

"Hell yeah!"

You lean your head back and pump the cleaning wipes along your shaft, spreading your legs and thrusting up into it. The friction from your cock warms up the inside of the tube, but the air feels extra cold against it whenever you pull back again. It only takes a few strokes before you're cumming, releasing your seed directly into your makeshift toy while staring at your new chauffeur's face in the rearview mirror.

"You can keep these wipes," you sigh, closing the lid and tossing them back down into the floorboard again. "Maybe they'll clean even better now, who knows."

Then you pick up your bundle of clothes and eye the large purse sitting in the passenger seat. You'll have to play this carefully...

"Hey, could I have your purse? Just the purse itself, you can keep everything inside it. I'm, uh, collecting panties to jerk off with today, and it'd be nice to have something to carry them it."

The woman glares at you in the rearview mirror for a second and your life flashes before your eyes, but then she reaches over and flips the purse over, dumping everything out onto the seat before tossing it back to you.

"Do you want my panties too? They're cheetah print."

"Sure," you laugh, stuffing your clothes into the bag as she pulls over for safety before reaching down and fishing her underwear off for you. When she hands them over, you notice where she's stopped and realize this is the perfect place to continue your little adventure.