See what’s in his trousers

As he takes the car down the motorway as fast as the other road users will allow, he watches from the corner of his eye as you and Lucy continue your attempts at dancing whilst unable to move anything below your waist.

His eyes roam over Lucy in the mirror as she bounces on the back seat, her breasts bouncing crazily inside her top, then back to you sitting in the front seat, skirt high around your thighs, all your movement threatening to send it even higher.

His attention is returned to the road as he comes up behind a slower vehicle in the fast lane. Seeing him distracted you decide you really should thank him for the ride, so as he continues to tap on the wheel frustrated at the slower vehicle, you lift your hand and place it back down right over his lap, pleased to find that he is already aroused enough to be semi-hard already. The pressure of your hand makes him look from the road right at you.

“Watch the road, you wouldn’t want to crash would you” you order, and once his eyes have done as told, you begin to caress him through the layers of trouser and underwear. Under your hand the bulge is growing rapidly, and briefly taking it away you admire the distorted shape of his trousers.

Behind you Lucy has noticed you have stopped dancing, and leaning forward looks over the seat to see your hand, and the effect it has had on your driver.

As she watches, you reach over with both hands and unclip his belt, pushing it aside. You don’t stop there, and immediately, the double button on his trousers pops open and in the same movement his zip is suddenly undone.

He looks from the road to your face then back to the road as you free his cock from the constraints of his boxers, pulling it through the slit. The long pole gives you some trouble to remove due to its length, and he lets out a little grunt as you yank hard to get it out. Finally though you are rewarded with his long smooth cock standing upright in his lap, your fingers wrapping tight around it as you admire it from your seat.