Stop?

I look at her as she drives, her breathing going a bit shallow as her nipples poke through the shirt she wears. "Stop? For what?" I ask her, though I can guess and hope the reason.

"You aren't going to make this easy, huh?" She asks, then starts pulling into a rest stop on the New Jersey Turnpike.

"Now what would be the fun in that? I mean I can guess what you want, but, I have to ask..."

"After...after you left that night I came four more time with my hand. Just the way things went about it made me so horny. I almost jumped you in the office yesterday, John. I can't go against my families rule of meeting dad...but. I hope this doesn't alter our work relationship too much...I need you. I haven't had anything in a year. My pussy was on FIRE Thursday night."

"You want me to eat you out again, huh? Here?

"What? It's dead here! Please?" She answers, leaning forward.

I meet her half way in a passionate kiss. I'd had my share of relationships in my life, but this Mel is the first person that I was actually friends with before hand. There is a bit more of a connection. And truth be told I wouldn't mind having another taste of her pussy myself.

But is this really the right spot?