Keep on driving

 You decide against pulling over, thinking that the best thing would be to get this girl home as soon as possible.  Miki, oblivious to your situation, begins to toy with your erect organ with greater earnest.  She has edged herself even closer, and tugs on you to free the end of your prick from the confines of your underpants.

   “It’s really something,” she offers, completely entranced by the sight of your naked organ.

   “I take it you approve,” you ask, smiling at her.

   She giggles, pulling on you again to see what kind of reaction she can get out of you.

   “Pull too hard and we’ll all end up in trouble,” you gently warn her, motioning at the steering wheel.

   “What if I do it softly?”

   “I guess that’s alright,” you say, a little surprised by your own willingness to be drawn into this scenario.

   Miki, with as much skill as her **** state will allow, moves her fingers up and down the length of your organ.  You nervously glance out the windows, but as you enter this district of townhouses, the traffic is pretty thin, and there aren’t any drivers that could see what is going on within your car.  Miki isn’t too concerned one way or the other, and is clearly enjoying herself with your stiff erection.

   “It feels so warm,” she remarks.  “And it’s gotten so hard.  Does it feel good?”

   “Very,” you nod, glanced over at her.

   “How good,” she grins, running the pad of her thumb around the sensitive ridge of your glans.

   “Too good.  Keep that up and I just might have an accident, if you know what I mean.”

   Miki’s eyes light up in delight.

   “I’d love to see that!”