Pull over

 You find a side street to pull into and put the car into park.  Miki looks around as if surprised that her actions could be responsible for this curtailment of your journey.

   “It’s OK, don’t stop,” you tell her, undoing your seat belt.

   You lean towards her and move in for a kiss.  Miki's grasp on your erection unconsciously tightens as your lips press against hers, and you taste the sharp hint of **** as she surrenders to your kiss.  You move your hand to press against the shape of her breast through her sweatshirt, and she responds with a low moan.  As she starts to stroke your cock, you break the embrace long enough to shuffle your pants down off your hips, giving her complete freedom to explore your genitals.

   “Are you sure this is all right,” she nervously asks, showing signs of sober thought for the first time tonight.