Transitory Tensions

I gasped, feeling Jill's hands running along my side, even as her fingers dug into my shaved mound, forcing me to orgasm before them, the leach to my chain still in her hands. The guys, seated next to us, watched with interest, smiles plastered on their faces as he drove us along. I moaned, my back arching, legs spread wide, as she played with me, flashing them a naughty grin.

Her measure grew, using her legs now to spread mine even further apart, placing my shaved mound on open display before them. I gasped, doing my best to remain casual, as the fundraiser organizer got her chance at me, her shyness evaporating as she played me out before them. I felt an orgasm race through me as she groped me, a hand around my throat, giving it a solid squeeze, even as her left hand rushed itself in and out of my pussy. I could plainly tell, from the rear-view mirror, how my cheeks were progressively taking on a deeper and deeper reddish shade, feeling her fingers ever more keenly by the moment.

Humiliated before them, my naked and helpless form nonetheless submissively played the part, my tense muscles only helpless to spread my legs further apart, feeling pleasure welling up in me. We come to a sudden stop at a light, and I orgasm in surprise as I bounce awardly upon her, feeling her naked body against mine. I swallowed hard as her grip tightened, I cried out, as loud as I could, as my pleasure rose higher before them. I orgasm again, as he took his time driving, as if possibly encouraging her to keep at it. Not that Jill needed any encouragement, of course. I squirmed softly under her grasp, helplessly moving about as I orgasmed before them.

Just as I was about to climax, he stopped in a lot, and he looked back, Ok, where here ... Am I interrupting something?