The traffic whizzed by in the bright spring heat and with His other hand he flicked the pages of the street directory.
The girl groaned as His fingers explored the softness between her legs.
He found His destination and pulling His hand away to drive again He said,
'You keep playing there My girl and I think you can come for me.'
She stretched her feet dropping her sandals to the floor. He drove the big car as she played. She was terrified...anxious not to be seen in such a public place completing such a private act. Once she started though she was unable to stop. He had given her the freedom to play, His permission to play. She took the opportunity and quickly came to climax. She whimpered and cried out as wave after wave came and went.
'Again' He demanded.
Again she complied. Breathless happy and dizzy she looked about her. Who in the cars travelling in the same river of tarmac had seen her ecstasy, her pleasure, her raw sex as she displayed it at His express desire?