"Whip it out, stud," Rashida said.

Hank handed Rashida back her pocketbook as they arrived at her red electric sports car. "Thanks, I guess I was really showing."

Rashida laughed. "You were!" She shamelessly reached down and copped a feel. "And you still are."

"It's sincere, ma'am," Hank said.

"Well I hope so," she said. She popped the locks open. "Hop in."

Rashida slid behind the steering wheel and waited for Hank to get in and close the door before starting the car's onboard systems.

"What's your address, Hank?" Rashida asked. She keyed it into the navigation system as he recited it. "Out in the 'burbs, huh?"

"Got us a bigger house," Hank said.

"Beginning route guidance," a sultry female voice said. "Proceed to the highlighted route. There are toll express lanes available on this route."

"Hey, that voice sounds like you!" Hank said.

Rashida laughed. "I do like the sound of my own voice," she said. "But the voice is actually called 'Latanya'. Buckle up, Hank."

Rashida pulled out of the parking structure by the Aquarium and out onto the street, heading for the expressway.

"I have a special request for you, as soon as we're on the expressway," Rashida said.

"What can I do for you, beautiful?" Hank asked.

"I want to see what you've got hard for me, Mister Sincere," Rashida said. "Whip it out, stud."

Once Rashida had gotten up to cruising speed on the expressway, she glanced over. Hank's long, thick uncut cock was sticking up from his lap, cradled by Rashida's coral-orange panties.

"You look good in orange, Hank," Rashida said. "I wouldn't have guessed."

Hank laughed. "Thank you kindly."

"Just give it a little wiggle now and then and remind me what this trip is all about," Rashida said.

"I can do that for you," Hank said.

Hank watched Rashida's smile of pure enjoyment as she drove and from time to time flashed a proprietary glance at Hank's erect penis. He gave it a wiggle when he saw her looking over.

By the time they turned off the expressway, the tip of Hank's cock was oozing clear fluid.

"Guess I better put it away," Hank said.

"For now," Rashida said. "Just for now. Keep that thing warm for me, mm-mm."

Hank tucked himself awkwardly back into his pants and straightened them up as much as he could.

"So your kids, they're out visiting?" Rashida said. "'Cause otherwise you'll have to think up a quick story."

"Pretty sure," Hank said. He frowned. "Jordan needs some papers that Veevee left at home?"

"Hope we don't have to use that," Rashida said. "You're not gonna carry it off. Might want to use no excuse at all."