A Lorry driver looking down into the car

As she looks sideways, her view is obscured by the side of the lorry that has pulled alongside their car. But more relevant to the current situation, the lorry is high enough that the driver is easily able to look down into the passenger seat, where Flis is sitting nearly naked. She can feel her face flush even before she looks upwards towards the driver's window, already certain what she's about to see. And she isn't wrong. Her gaze moves up until she sees a thumb, which is connected to the arm of the driver, who is sitting with his window wound down, clearly looking down and into the car, and so much to Felicity's dismay is obviously seeing what her hands are currently up to.

For a moment her eyes met the drivers, but her utter embarrassment of being watched this way makes her look away quickly. Even so, her hands remain between her thighs, and her thighs remain spread wide open. Except now her hands are briefly motionless with the shock of being seen, and the realisation that he has done this to her deliberately.

"Don't stop Flis, don't stop" he encourages her, and to her surprise, she begins to move her fingers again at his request. And as her fingers work their way in and out of her tight wet opening, from the corner of her eye she's sure she can just glimpse the lorry driver leaning out of his window, obviously eager to get a clearer look. She knows how obscene this is, how shocking her behaviour is, and yet she cannot stop herself from carrying on, fucking herself as some rough lorry driver peers on. Her fingers drive into the folds of her wetness, spreading lips wide apart as a finger again enters her tightness, again causing her hips to lift high off the seat beneath her and her moans to fill the car.