You're made of stronger stuff than she thinks you are.

You know as well as Miki that once a guy gets hot and bothered, the cock tends to take over from the brain when it comes to making decisions. When you have a minx in heat like Miki, strumming on her clit and letting you fondle her chest, the odds are certainly not in your favor. However, the promise of having this same little drunken sex-pot all to yourself in her own bed encourages you to restrain yourself and hold out a little while longer.

Miki decides to raise the ante. Smiling like a wicked she-devil, she lifts your hand from her breast and quite firmly lodges it down her crotch, trapping you between her strong thighs. You can feel the heat and moisture of her pussy through the fabric of her underwear, and you cock throbs in sympathy at the intimate contact, just dying to get a taste of the action.

"You're not playing fair," you tell her, finally managing to pull your hand free.

"I never play fair," Miki says, laughing.

You keep your eyes on the road, mentally calculating the minutes until you should be arriving at her doorstep. Miki tires to playfully pull your arm towards her again, but you aren't about to fall for that again, and you sternly remind her that you can't mess with the driver when he's got both hands on the wheel.

Pouting, Miki seems stumped for the moment, at least until she sneaks a hand over to your lap and starts trying to play with you again.

"You want me to tie you up in the back seat," you ask her in all seriousness.

"You're not being any fun."

"No, I'm just holding out until we get to your place. I'm keeping you to your promise, you know."

Thankfully, Miki behaves herself for the rest of the trip, though her track pants remain in the same place at her knees, and you find yourself glancing back over to her cute underwear, and the few stray curls of pubic hair peeking out from the edges. She also seems to be drifting off to sleep, no doubt exhausted from her nights activities. You gently shake her leg and call her name, making sure she remains awake until the moment you pull up in front of the house address she gave you.

"It looks like I won," you say with modest charm.

"Looks like," she agrees, awkwardly tugging her pants back up. "I'm feeling a bit dizzy, though. Can you help me out of the car?"

Naturally, you do so, and she leans heavily on you as you both walk to the front door. She fumbles with the keys, drops them, and lets you pick them up so you can unlock the front door and allow yourselves inside.

"I hate to be a horrible host, but do you mind if I make a run to the bathroom?" Miki asks. "I have to take a wicked ass piss."

"I'd never stand in the way of a lady and her need for a wicked ass piss," you assure her.

She wanders down the hallway to the bathroom, leaving you momentarily alone. At this point...