They get a little show

Picking up on her signals, I turn my head to follow her gaze, managing to catch myself before I can make any noise. Glancing around as fast as I can, I make sure that no one’s watching me other than Sofia. With everyone still directing their attention out windows, and Mike pretty much passed out, I take a closer look at Eddie and Lauren, where her leg is draped fully over his, with her skirt bunched up near her hips. His hand has totally disappeared between her legs, where her thigh blocks the view of what he’s doing exactly, but it’s not like anyone needs to see it to know. They’re still kissing, completely uncaring of everyone around them.

My pulse kicks harder, and my hand slips on Sofia’s thigh unintentionally. I’m barely aware of it, but she pulls my attention back when I feel her legs part just a little more. It’s barely noticeable, and nothing like what we’re watching, but I slide my hand further up the inside of her leg, stopping right where the hem of her dress ends. I don’t have the nerve to push the envelope and risk her getting mad at me for crossing a line around all of my friends. Regardless, I’m content to brush the soft skin just at the edge of her dress that’s riding a bit higher than it had been a couple of minutes ago.

She exhales a slightly shaky breath, and leans her head against my shoulder, like she’s settling in for the ride home. We all quietly enjoy the ride as opposed to the high energy at the start of the night, as we systematically drop everyone off. Dan’s first, taking Mike with him. Then Jess and Pete, who tell me “Happy birthday, bro,” one more time, along with a “good luck” on their way out, referring to Eddie and Lauren. They’re the last to be dropped off since they’re the furthest out.

With everyone else gone, the back feels bigger and quieter, except for the road noise. Once Pete and Jess are gone, Lauren whispers something in Eddie’s ear, and then scoots up toward the nose of the limo. Once she’s all the way at the front, Lauren’s leaning back into the corner against the wall behind the driver and the window, which runs the length of the limo, Eddie partially stands to follow her, then sits down between her legs. I can see one leg tucking in behind him along the seat, then the other drapes over his lap.

With his back to us and sitting between her legs, I can’t see much of Lauren beyond her calves and her left arm, which I’m totally ok with. I’ve seen more than enough of her for one night, but then I notice a faint, glistening snail trail on the leather where she slid across it. After managing to not crack up at the mental image, all I can think about is what these poor drivers must deal with and have to clean up.

I can’t see exactly what’s happening, just like I can’t see much of her, but I don’t need to, because once again, they make no effort to disguise anything. The wet, rhythmic slurps match the steady pump of his elbow, telling me more than enough. Lauren’s moans don’t take long to start coming. It begins as breathy sighs, then rapidly building into little whimpers. I try to keep my focus anywhere else, but my attention’s caught for a second when I see the little smidge of her arm that I can see, move like it’s reaching up toward her chest, out of sight behind him. I’m pretty sure I can see her back arch next, and then see her start rocking based on the movement of her shoulder that I can still catch a glimpse of.

I snicker under my breath, shaking my head at how they could possibly be so comfortable, and turn to stare out the driver-side window, giving them what privacy I can, considering we’re in a shared limo.

It’s about that time when I feel Sofia’s hand slide over my lap. Her hand rapidly finds my thigh, and makes its way to pressing her palm flat against the front of my slacks, so that her delicate looking fingers are gripping around the outline of my erection, and freezes just as fast as it had moved. I quickly glance down at the thin fabric that’s doing nothing to hide how hard I am, and the hand that’s holding me. To top it off, I think my brain smokes in confusion a little when I see the glint of the large diamond ring on her wedding finger, contrasting against my black pants that make up the backdrop behind her hand.

I snap my head toward her in shock. “Sofia-” I start in what’s barely loud enough to count as a whisper.

She’s not watching my face though. She’s staring at her own hand like she can’t believe it’s there either. Her eyes begin to bounce back and forth from my lap to my face, then back again. I watch her brow furrow, and then there’s an ultra-slow shake of her head.

Pulling us both out of whatever was happening between us, Lauren lets out a frantic and needy whimper. When I look up, I see Eddie’s arm repositioning. He must be using his hand to cover her mouth because I can tell he’s raising his hand, even though I can’t see it, and the sounds are suddenly muffled sporadically. As much as I don’t want to, I watch in fascination as her legs tense, gripping him tightly with her calves while she rides out whatever he’s doing to her. When she finally relaxes, she sits up, pulls him closer, and they go right back to making out.

By this time, Sofia’s hand has abandoned my lap. And for the next five minutes, we sit listening to the sound of the other two kissing until the limo pulls up outside of Eddie and Lauren’s apartment complex. Pulling themselves together when we make the turn into their place, Lauren climbs out first once we come to a stop. Tugging her skirt mostly back into place, she side-eyes Sofia, giggling.

“Sorry, guys,” she says, not really sounding like she actually is. “I didn’t know when we’d get another chance in a limo again, so… you’re lucky that’s all we did.”

Eddie follows, grinning like an idiot, high-fiving me on the way out. “Happy birthday, man. Do everything I’m gonna go do!”

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