Oct 1, 2026 · 16 min · 7 segments
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I sat with my legs crossed in the front seat beside him, our knees almost touching.
Every bump in the road sent a jolt through me, and I could still feel the memory of my own finger inside myself.
The way Josh's voice had made me clamp down on it.
He hadn't said much since we left to the beach.
Neither had I.
What was there to say? Sorry you almost caught me masturbating next to you while fantasizing about your cock? Yeah, that wasn't gonna happen.
And the longer we sat in silence, the more I convinced myself he had seen me after all.
He had to.
The way he'd look at me when he woke up.
That flicker of understanding in his eyes before he quickly looked away.
He knew.
He fucking knew.
I shifted in my seat, feeling my lips press into the soft material of the seat.
The teasing.
The touching.
The near-miss in the water.
The interrupted orgasm on the sand.
I wasn't sure I could take it anymore.
I looked over at him, remembering the way he had handled my breaths.
The way he avoided my nipples.
Fuck.
My thoughts were becoming reckless.
Fuck it.
josh i said my voice little more than a whisper he glanced at me his eyes guarded yeah could you pull over please he frowned his eyes flicking back to the road why are you okay just pull over i repeated a little more insistently this time i could hear the desperation in my own voice please He must have heard something in my voice, sincerity, desperation, or pleading, because he flicked on his blinker and guided the car onto the gravel shoulder, the crunch of tires on stone loud in the sudden silence.
Just go a little further, I said, pointing through the windshield, there, under those trees, where it's private.
I sat with my legs crossed in the front seat beside him, our knees almost touching.
Every bump in the road sent a jolt through me, and I could still feel the memory of my own finger inside myself.
The way Josh's voice had made me clamp down on it.
He hadn't said much since we left to the beach.
Neither had I.
What was there to say? Sorry you almost caught me masturbating next to you while fantasizing about your cock? Yeah, that wasn't gonna happen.
And the longer we sat in silence, the more I convinced myself he had seen me after all.
He had to.
The way he'd look at me when he woke up.
That flicker of understanding in his eyes before he quickly looked away.
He knew.
He fucking knew.
I shifted in my seat, feeling my lips press into the soft material of the seat.
The teasing.
The touching.
The near-miss in the water.
The interrupted orgasm on the sand.
I wasn't sure I could take it anymore.
I looked over at him, remembering the way he had handled my breaths.
The way he avoided my nipples.
Fuck.
My thoughts were becoming reckless.
Fuck it.
josh i said my voice little more than a whisper he glanced at me his eyes guarded yeah could you pull over please he frowned his eyes flicking back to the road why are you okay just pull over i repeated a little more insistently this time i could hear the desperation in my own voice please He must have heard something in my voice, sincerity, desperation, or pleading, because he flicked on his blinker and guided the car onto the gravel shoulder, the crunch of tires on stone loud in the sudden silence.
Just go a little further, I said, pointing through the windshield, there, under those trees, where it's private.
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