Beneath her she felt the steady rhythm of the car rolling along the highway, reminding her of the truckers and the SUV drivers. She could not forget how exposed she was, how anyone could see her manipulating her breasts. She thought about them peering through the darkness, thrilled by the show they had happened upon. Then she thought about Frank sitting just feet away and the mischievous grin on his face.

She cupped her tits, massaging and kneading the fleshy mounds. She rolled and twirled her nipples, pulling and squeezing them while electricity shot along her nerves. Her ass shifted in the seat, her legs scissoring, her skirt working its...