With his panic finally subsided, James begins feeling... other things.

James fastened his seatbelt, letting it rest between his voluptuous boobs. It felt so different compared to when he had been, well... flat, but James resolved not to cry. He had done enough of that, and now he wanted to enjoy--

"Whoa!" James couldn't suppress a cry of surprise as he felt a warm, soft hand gently squeeze his thigh.

"Sorry! Sorry, I thought you..." Charlie quickly pulled her hand back, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles as she stared out in front of the car.

"Yes! No, I..." James let his hand run over Charlie's arm, feeling her muscles relax under his fingers. "I was just surprised."

The redhead smiled in response, turned a corner and shifted back into gear, letting her hand stray back onto James' thigh. Prepared this time, James felt a pleasant tingle run up his back, warmth pooling just below his ribs. Charlie kept driving for a while, using every opportunity to caress James' creamy skin, questing ever further upwards towards his barely hidden snatch. But this wasn't the only thing contributing to the growing itch between James' legs - he felt the vibrations from the engine travel through the seat into his shapely behind, making the soft flesh jiggle and quiver, his chest following suit. The sensations felt rather nice, and soon a light throbbing rose in the sensitive tips capping James' chest. Looking down, he realized that his nipples had begun to poke through the thin fabric of his shirt, causing it to tent enticingly.

Turning his head towards Charlie, James saw the nurse biting her lower lip, her eyes fixed on his chest. It was a good thing they were waiting at a red light - the nurse almost seemed hypnotized by James' assets. It made him feel strangely proud, enrapturing someone with his tits; on the one hand he wasn't supposed to sport a rack this perfect, but on the other hand, he rather enjoyed being ogled. The combined sensations and feelings made a tingling emptiness build in the moistening slit that nestled in his crotch, the small bundle of nerves that seemed to have taken in every nerve previously residing in his member engorging slowly. While a distant part of James' mind wanted to scream from how alien it felt, a far bigger never wanted to Charlie to stop.

A loud, angry car horn broke both of them out of their reverie, Charlie's head snapping away from James' chest and back to the road before she pulled over the now green light and into the crossroads with squealing tires. James could feel the suddenly much more intense roar of the engine deep within his snatch, only just managing to catch an unbidden sound of lust before it rose from his throat. If only there was something to scratch that itch deep inside him...