Not quite

Without really realised she was doing so, Flis fingering herself more vigorously now that her audience had doubled, a thought that she knew should be ashamed of, but instead just encouraged her on.

Her finger drilled deeper inside her wet hole, every nerve on fire as her hips pumped in time with the pistoning of her finger. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she could sense how close her next orgasm was.

Somewhere deep down she sensed movement, suddenly realising that it was the car driving away from the lights, obviously having changed to green. Even as her finger continued inside her, she glanced sideways to see that the lorry had been left behind them.

A strange mixture of relief at no longer being watched by a complete stranger and yet disappointment that he would miss the grand finale filled her, and with that confusion, her attention to her own body relaxed, slowed down, although the feeling of pure bliss still run through her as she caressed rather than roughly fingered her inflamed pussy.

"Well, someone put n a show back there" his voice cut through her thoughts as the car reached a steady speed. "I will have to keep that in mind for later."

She thought to reply, but realised the words just wouldn't come, and would just distract from the pleasure she was still giving herself. So instead she relaxed back into the seat and gently touched and teased herself, wondering if he was expecting more from her, or if this just the prelude to whatever he might have in mind for the end of their journey.