Sometimes when you think you have privacy, you don’t. Someone might be watching and enjoying everything that you’re doing.
“I’m bored.” I craned my neck looking at the line of traffic before and after us. Everyone, stopped, most people had put their vehicles in park. Some had even shut them off. Being stuck on the highway could be bad, especially if you forgot to fill your gas tank. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about any of that.
“Relax, sweetheart, we’ll be there soon enough.” Eddie patted me on my bare knee. The dress I wore was flirty and swayed when I turned quickly. I loved the little pleats in it and the pattern of flowers on the white fabric. His fingers lingered a little longer than normal.
I couldn’t help myself and I squirmed in my seat. “But I’m bored out of my mind.” I whined and tried to get comfortable. The giant SUV had amazing seats, but not when you were stuck in traffic. Eddie’s hand ended up further along my thigh. He squeezed hard enough to get my attention, but not enough to hurt.
“Calm down now or I’ll spank you right here and now.” The firmness in his voice settled me. But not for long. I kept playing with the window button. Up and down. Up and down. I checked out the guy in the car next to us.
“He’s kind of hot. Do you think he’d like to watch if you spanked me?” The giggle escaped and Eddie loosened his belt, then leaned over as far as he could to glance at the guy. “Hey, easy there. You’re such a big brute!”
Eddie squished me into my seat, his shoulder grinding against my breast in a very pleasant way. My nipples peaked and I shuddered at the lust he’d incited inside me. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to stay still now. “Daddy… I need you. Right now.”
“Nope, not happening.” I watched him move back into his seat and fiddle with the radio. He’d turned on the traffic station, but they weren’t reporting anything new. Channel surfing made me even more fidgety. I looked out the window again, pouting.
“Baby, please don’t be upset. We’re in the middle of a traffic jam. They could have this cleaned up any second and the last thing we need is a cop coming to knock on the window to find us playing around.” Eddie pouted back at me, giving me puppy eyes, blinking those stormy grey eyes at me. I couldn’t resist. I melted.
“If we don’t get moving soon, this seat is going to need detailed. I’m so wet right now for you, Daddy.” I crooned at him. I made kissy faces at him. I ran my hands down the top of my dress, pulling it to give him a peek at the bra I was wearing underneath – his favorite.
“Oh damn, baby girl, you get me so hot.” Eddie fumbled in between his legs, getting himself resituated. Then he looked in the car on his other side. “This chick over here is eating her lunch. I don’t think we’ll be moving as soon as I thought.”
“Not yet, baby. Wait for him. I want you to come when he comes.”
“Oh. My. God.” I leaned out my window so far, Eddie grabbed my clothing. I don’t know what he was thinking. I wasn’t going to fall out or anything. I mean, damn, I had the seatbelt on.
“What’s going on, baby?” He leaned over behind me, but I was taking up as much space in the window as possible.
“This guy over here is whacking off. Like, seriously, he’s yanking his junk right now.” I licked my lips. “Daddy, I want to taste him. Can I invite him over here with us?”
“No baby girl, you cannot invite him here with us.” Eddie slid fingers along my thigh, then under my skirt. “You’re not wearing the panties I told you to wear.”
I wiggled against his fingers. “They’re in my purse. I was going to put them on when we got there.” Eddie’s fingers slid along my crack while I watched the guy in the car next to us stroke his meat to whatever he was listening to. I could see his lips moving, probably mouthing the lyrics of the song I couldn’t quite hear.
“Daddy, please.” Eddie continued sliding his fingers along a pre-determined path. I bit my lip and moaned. I grabbed the door and rocked against his hand, willing him to at least fingerbang me. And then it happened, his fingers slid inside and heat suffused me.
“Yes, that’s it Daddy. Keep rocking with me while the boy in that car wanks off.” A long, low moan tried to escape, but I clamped my lips tight against it. I probably sounded like a cat in heat to anyone that could hear us. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. I needed this.
“Can I come, Daddy?” Eddie nipped the back of my neck, he was right with me now, looking over my shoulder at the man in the next car, watching him as he stroked himself.
“Not yet baby.” Eddie reached around and squeezed my breast, making sure to pinch the nipple hard. When he breathed, his hot breath coated the back of my neck, causing shivers in other now chilly areas. I could hear the sounds his fingers made as I rode him, harder and faster, in time with the boy in the next lane.
“Now, Daddy?” Eddie was breathing hard, his hair stirring my styled hair. Lips grazed my neck and then his tongue.
“Not yet, baby. Wait for him. I want you to come when he comes.” He moved his hand from my breast and feeling rushed back into my nipple, only to glide down the front of me and under my skirt to pinch my clit. It wasn’t as hard as my nipple, but it caused me to cry out.
“You see him, baby? He’s about to come. He’s about to spurt all over.” The young man was searching for something, and then found it. A napkin. “Are you ready baby? Come for me.”
As the young man writhed against his seat in what he believed to be the privacy of his own vehicle, I came hard on my Daddy’s strong, long fingers. I held onto the door, knuckles white from the strain as I clamped my lips closed to keep from screaming out my pleasure.
I rested my head against the door for a moment, but Eddie, after licking his fingers clean, pulled me back into my seat and hit his button to roll my window back up.
“Oh Daddy, that was fanfuckingtastic. Can we do that again sometime?” I sat boneless in my seat, a dreamy state fogging my brain.
“Traffic is moving. Maybe we can do it again sometime. I’ll give you five minutes to recover and then you’re going to suck my cock like a good little slut for Daddy.”
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