She takes him in hand

Amy continued to lay there frozen, as she listened to the sound of the customer drumming their fingers at the counter. It didn't seem like they were going anywhere, and she silently cursed.

James continued to struggle a little beside her, trying to push himself into a sitting position in their cover, resulting in pressing his cock firmly against her bare stomach.

Amy glared at him for a moment, her hand snaking down to slap his cock away, her fingers wrapping around it. "Stop poking me with this thing," she whispered.

James' eyes went wide, suddenly looking down at Amy's slender fingers around his cock, and Amy followed his gaze. It took her a moment to realise that her hand was actually moving up and down his shaft, stroking him off. She hadn't even meant to do it, but something in her mind and her loins, made her not want to stop. I am not turned on, she silently whispered to herself, I can let go of his cock anytime I want, I just want it to stop poking me...