Take in the scenery

Trying to stem the rising tide of arousal, Geena gripped the wheel tightly and stared into the brakelights of the SUV in front of her car. A moment later a head popped up from the driver side, belonging to the seated passenger who’d apparently been leaning across the center console. Now watching intently, Geena immediately understood how the people ahead were passing the time - craning her neck over the steering wheel, she had a good view through the vehicle’s large back window of a silhouetted figure with their head absolutely buried in the driver's crotch, bobbing up and down before sitting up to wipe drool from their chin. She saw the figure lean over to kiss the driver before diving down again, and licked her lips again at the thought of being in that seat. Not with the cock, sucking it. Serving it. Geena felt her face flush to her chest, her palms tingling at the sight of the enthusiastic blowjob playing out right in front of her. She squeezed her thighs together as hard as possible at the **** feeling in her loins and looked around. Had anyone else noticed?

The restaurant was in a large shared lot so there were a few pedestrians around, but nobody seemed to pay any attention. The dick-drunk thoughts swirling in mind had what remained of Josh’s masculinity straining in discomfort and Geena searched the lot for something else to focus on. One couple in particular caught her eye - a man with a beard and a rotund belly walked with a taller woman. Something about him stood out, or lodged in Geena's head..she felt a stir of something like desire ? Or..envy? She wasn't a chubby-chaser, but he didn't seem..fat. There was some kind of natural elegance, some kind of glow. Geena's hand was pressed between her legs, which felt like a furnace. She felt the light grey lycra under her hands getting damp and for some reason, the thought of her arousal showing through the material sent a chill down her spine. She wiggled her hips at the sensation and watched as the woman in the couple draped an arm over his shoulder, patting his belly with the other hand as they headed into a clothing outlet, "Parents' Plus." Something was starting to shake loose in Geena's memory of this world, or in Josh's memory of before. A major realization felt to be dawning when another honk interrupted her thoughts. The car ahead was now a solid 20-30 feet away, oops! Geena inched the car forward, finally only second or third from the window. Her right hand held the wheel, but the left stayed clenched between her thighs, pressed against her clit. Another chime from the screen showed a DelivHery notification.

Tip requested! Earn another bonus?

The phone chimed again twice for two more of the same notification.

(1) (2) Tip Requested! Earn another bonus?

Geeny knew she hadn't missed a bonus for 60 something deliveries and she knew that streak was worth keeping up. She tapped the notification and a timer came up on screen.

Three customers request a tip! Restore your bonus to 3x! Estimated 5m per tip. Accept or Decline?

Three bonuses in 5 minutes each? What was even the point of rushing out to try and make the surge deadline in the first place?

It was typical to tip delivery drivers in Josh's old world, so nothing stood out as too unusual. This system certainly seemed, well, different, but not so unlike before. The surge timing didn’t exactly seem fair but that seemed typically corporate. Of course, the bonus hardly mattered anyway - the point was to get home, and then fix whatever had happened with the app. "Remember, just focus and finish. That's 15 minutes you can spend getting home.” Geena’s lips pouted again. “But that'll break my streak..." In a moment it was a moot point as an animation flashed across the screen "Tips Accepted! See you soon!" Shoot, the timer was only to decline, it accepted automatically!

At last, the car rolled up alongside the pickup window. The male clerk inside took a short glance at Geena and grinned "Another DelivHery order, Geena? I guess you had to change outfits after the last one." A moment of panic and confusion flashed across her mind. She knows this guy? Wait, of course she knows Derrick. Outfits? There wasn't any time to do anything except improvise a response, and again it seemed like Geena already knew what to say. "Oh, I’ve got a date coming over so I changed, but I just got a three-tip call!" Geena’s clit throbbed at those words, and as she spoke to Derrick she squirmed in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, and rolling her hips to feel the plug filling her. The arousal of the situation that had just unfolded in the car in front, the needy sensitivity of this new small body, and that lingering tingling need in her belly was nearly overwhelming her senses. He seemed almost unaffected, casually remarking "Hey, nice, if you'd do one on the house later hit me up." "Sure thing, Derrick" Geena said, exhaling a ragged breath and forcing both hands to the wheel before driving off. That guy would do anything for a chance at her snatch, she thought, but he might deserve a quick tip.