Loverman

In the evening we land in Paris. We set off by car. I'm driving. We're going very fast. She caresses me to a point where we are in serious danger of soon having an accident. She's asked to wait. Asked again to take her panties and tights off. Her skirt bunched up around her waist, tights pulled down over her red stilletos. My fingers push deep inside her. Right hand opening her lips to expose her clitoris, my fingers moving round it, skimming it, pushing back inside her. Immediately seeking the warm, sticky fluid deep in her vagina.
I keep pushing in and out until the desire is unbearable. Her body, her whole body, arches up against my hand.
Her eyes dart between me and the road. She now wants to swap places. I refuse. I won't let her. I pull my fingers out. Both hands I place back on the steering wheel. I watch her play with herself. I say: 'Go ahead, rub yourself... Rub yourself hard.' I overtake the trucks.