Time for a little distraction

'Hey, Voice, I want her to become much more sexually sensitive to my touch the longer I touch her. And Yes, I want this.'

"OK," said the voice.

John put his hand on the brunette's knee. She looked down at it, said, "Stop that. I'm driving." but did nothing to stop him as his fingers slid upward.

"I won't distract you."

Seeing the road ahead was clear, Alicia accelerated. "That's not what I'm.... Oooooo." His hand slid up her thigh. "I need to think. Something.... Something.... Oh please...." His fingers brushed her wet panties and her hips rolled. She wriggled to **** more contact, so he gave it. He traced her lower lips through the thin cotton softly while she babbled confused spurts of how he needed to stop and she needed to think. He didn't. Neither did she.

"I wish she had the sluttiest panties in her pack on."

"Huh?" she moaned.

"Would you--"

"Yes," spat John, cutting the voice off. An instant later his fingers slid on silk. Alicia moaned and squirmed, her body rocking all of the time now.

"Yessssss!" Alicia echoed, one hand leaving the steering wheel and pulling her slick panties aside for him. "Fuck me! Yes! Take me there!"

She bucked mindlessly against his caressing fingers, her feet twitching and making the car's speed erratic. She steered one handed around and between cars, her head twisting and turning more than the wheel clenched in her white-knuckled hands. Finally she stood on the pedals, arching her back as she pressed against the seatbelt and screamed.

John grinned. For all the massaging, he hadn't even touched her clit or slid a finger inside. She shuddered and moaned beside him.