there's a bit of a traffic jam up ahead

Just a few miles before their exit off the freeway, Jake saw a sea of red brake lights ahead.

"Oh no," said Jake.

"What is it?" Abbie had been finding better music to listen to, and hadn't noticed.

"Traffic jam," said Jake dejectedly.

Abbie looked up. "Wow, I wonder what happened?"

As their car slowed to join the stopped traffic, Jake let out a sigh. "Hopefully it'll clear soon. I'm eager to arrive."

"Me too!"

Jake looked at Abbie. Her white shirt was still on the seat behind her, though she had pulled her crop-top back down over her breasts. She still looked amazing, obviously.

Jake glanced around him. They were in the middle lane of a three-lane highway. With the long lines of brake lights ahead of him, he figured they'd be stopped for a while. He looked at the car to his left. It was a green Jeep with two young guys in it, probably about 19 or 20 years old. To the right was a white Buick with the window up.

"Hey Abbie, did you like flashing that guy a little while back?"

"Mmm-hm. That was fun!"

"Want to do it again?"

Abbie looked up. "Is the same car here?" She looked and saw the Buick out her side of the car. "Different car, Jake."

"No, I know that. Look the other way." Jake gestured to his left. Abbie leaned up and saw the Jeep.

The boy on the passenger side looked back and smiled. "Hey," he shouted to Abbie. He was Black, skinny, his hair bleached blonde, and wore a white t-shirt.

"Hey." She waved.

Jake looked at her. "We're stuck here. And I bet these boys have never seen anything like you. This could be the greatest day of their lives."

Abbie laughed. The skinny boy smiled at her. He looked back at his friend, the Jeep's driver, who was stockier, lighter skinned, with dark brown hair. They spoke to each other briefly, and then turned back to Abbie, now both of them invested in whatever she might have in store.

Jake turned to her. "Do you feel like a show?"

"Sure! I bet those boys would enjoy it." Abbie got up on her knees. The boys in the Jeep could barely contain themselves -- and Abbie hadn't even done anything. "I'm worried their imagination might be better than anything I could do."

"Nonsense," snapped Jake. "How about you start just by kind of dancing in your seat and touching yourself without showing anything?"

"Okay," said Abbie. "I'm going to put on some music and turn up the volume."

She chose the music, some 90s slow power ballad stuff that was great for this kind of dancing. Up on her knees, she twisted her body, moving to the rhythm of the music. Her hands ran all over her face, breasts, stomach, legs, and ass. From time to time, she teased the top of her shirt with her fingers, pulling it a little either down from the top or up from the bottom, but not revealing anything.

The boys in the Jeep whooped and cheered. Jake laughed to himself, and then turned to Abbie. "Want to take this to another level?"