Pick up Connie

You drive around the back of the cafe. As you drive down the alley, you see Connie stick her head out the back door. She grins widely at you. You pull up at the door, and she runs out, carrying a suitcase. You flip open the locks and she opens the back door and throws her luggage inside. Then she slams the door, opens the passenger door, and jumps in, pulling the door shut behind her.

You hit the gas and drive away as Connie leans over and wraps her arms around you.

"This is going to be great! I'm finally getting out of this deadend town! Thank you, John," she says as she turns your head and kisses you.

You quickly break the kiss to drive.

"We don't want anyone knowing that I've got you in the car, so slide down in your seat so they don't see you."

She slides down and smiles at you. You turn the corner and are back out on the main road through town.

"So while I'm down here, if I get bored, can I do this?" Connie says as she rubs your crotch, getting your cock stiff in seconds.

"Oh, baby. Don't get me wrong, but if you keep that up, we're going to have an accident. Just sit there until we're out of town, and then you can sit up and I'll find a place to stop."

"Oooo, and you'll fuck me in the car?" she says, excitedly.

"Yes, once I'm not going to kill us all driving off a cliff, I'll fuck you anywhere you want."

"Oh, goodie!" Then she starts unbuttoning her blouse. You keep glancing down briefly, then back up to watch your driving. As her chest is revealed, you see her bright red lace bra, very fancy and sexy. It somehow retrains her impressive double-D breasts, with all the firm perkiness of teenaged anti-gravity, without reducing their potent sex appeal one iota.

Only another quarter mile before the end of town and the 55 mile per hour speed limit sign. It'll be much easier to pay attention with fewer things to worry about, like stop signs. The next time you glance down, Connie pops the front clasp on the bra, presenting her delicious globular assets to their best advantage. You look up and seriously swerve to avoid a parked car, but maintain control of the car. You close the eye closest to the exposed redhead, to remove the visual temptation. "Stop it! I almost hit a car!" you yell. "Give me three minutes, and I'll be able to feast my eyes on you much better."

"Oh, in three minutes, I could almost be coming," she purrs as she squeezes her boobs and rolls her nipples in her fingers. She moans low and smoky. Your cock is a steel girder in your pants.