As she squirmed on my hand I looked over and watch as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. Her breasts were soft mounds that flowed over the top of her lacy bra. I could just see the beginnings of her nipples pushing against the frilly fabric. I pushed harder with my hand and the fingers went deeper into her hot moist slit.

The sun was a bright splash across her face as a deep sigh came from deep inside her. I looked over as she caressed her lips with her long pointy tongue. I watch as she reached over and placed her long finger over the growing stiffness of my crotch. She lightly caressed the fabric lingering on the stiff head of my manhood. Her blouse lay open exposing the stiff nubs of her nipples. They were tight, bound inside the restraining garment. She reached down and grabbed her nipples between her forefinger and thumb and gently began rocking them back and again. I flicked my finger over her swollen personal place and she shuddered as she released a warm wetness into the palm of my hand. My grip on the wheel was like a vise. I scanned the road for that perfect place. The hidden spot along the deepening shadows of the falling sun.