You have no idea

The hand slides gently across both cheeks of your ass, the back of fingers graze across you, tips slipping between the valley of your round curves and tracing the strip of your thong that separates the globes and leads the way to your **** pussy.

Without looking around you really can have no idea where the hand is coming from, it could be someone outside the car, Lucy or even the guy whose cock you are currently attempting to get down your throat. In the back of your mind you are sure you should have some worries at being mauled by hands unknown, but right now your pussy is controlling all your thoughts, and the only thought that it is sending to your brain is the need for attention, the need to be pleased.

As the hand continues its exploration of your exposed ass, you concentrate on sucking this cock to completion, and the noises the guy is emitting suggest you are getting nearer and nearer to your ambition. Behind you, the hand has traced its way upwards to the point where the thin strip of your thong meets the equally thin strip that acts as the waistband of the skimpy object. You feel fingers slide beneath the point the strips meet, and you let out a surprised gasp as the fingers clasp and then yank on it, causing the thong to tighten across your pussy, sending waves of pleasure through you.

You grunt again and again as you feel your thong pulled away from your ass and stretching over your pussy lips and your body responds by gyrating in time with each yank the hand delivers. The tension in the thong is released as the hand relaxes its grip, but just as you are about to relax as well, you feel the strip that is tight between your cheeks being pulled free and to one side, thus exposing your tight little bud first, then as the thong is freed further down your valley, you feel the cool air wash over your pussy as well, and you now know that anyone watching this is getting a perfectly clear view of your own shaved mound.

Your whole body shivers as you feel the rush of evening breeze pass between your thighs, the coolness of it reacting with the wetness of your lips there, and the whole feeling making you moan out with increased excitement and need.

Even as the hand behind you slides over your warm skin, you push back against it, trying desperately to let it know your pussy is crying out for its attention…