Yes, unfortunately

"Sure! Here, take my hand!" Brad offered his hand to the naked Melissa, who could see his outline clearer and clearer as she took it and he led her to his car...

a red Miata with the top and windows down.

"Oh..." Melissa could already make out the outline from a couple feet away, and resigned herself with a "well at least the weather's nice" as she stumbled around and spent a good several seconds groping the door for the handle before finally getting it open and falling into the seat.

After a good several seconds Melissa got the door closed and clicked herself in to the seat. However, what she didn't realize was that Brad hadn't yet cleared the seat and she was sitting on a stack of his files.

"Here, let me just get that out from under you," Brad put his right hand in between Melissa's thighs and grabbed the edge of the manila envelope. Melissa could feel the top of his wrist just inches from her pussy, and she was deathly afraid of getting even a single drop of her juices on his documents. Brad simply swiped the documents out from Melissa's butt, threading them through between her knees before plopping them in his door holder.

"So where do you live?" he asked his future date, mesmerized by the contrast of her alabaster skin with the black seatbelt across her lap and conspicuously in between her large breasts.

"The corner of Sunnyvale and Oakwood, somewhere around Newport," Melissa just answered.

"Perfect!" Brad smiled as he peeled out of the curb and accelerated as fast as he could. Melissa was already less than pleased about Brad not putting the top and windows up and leaving her naked body on display to passers by, but now she started becoming physically uncomfortable as the screeching wind whipped at her body and the engine revved like Brad had entered a VTEC-impersonation contest.

"Brad... maybe we could slow down a bit?" Melissa could feel all of the acceleration and felt compelled to grab the door handle with her right hand and her thigh with her left, leaving no opportunity to cover up even remotely.

"Nah, it's alright," Brad responded coolly, "I know this car." There was a winding road in between where Brad and Melissa lived, and Brad made sure to show off his drifting skills on every single turn, making Melissa's bare jugs flap around uncontrollably. Even with the seatbelt in between them, her boobs even slapped together once or twice!

Eventually the drifting started to stop, Brad slowed down, and Melissa's vision started clearing up.