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No sense giving the truck driver a free show.

With her car stopped, Ainsley watched Rachel rubbing her folds, occasionally circling her clit with her middle finger and then sliding two of her fingers inside her entrance, her breath making those insanely erotic ragged sounds of a woman being pleasured. She must have been soaked because those fingers slid right in without any effort at all. She held the fingers inside her and Ainsley moaned, knowing what the inside of Rachel felt like, having been in there herself countless times.

When Rachel pulled her fingers out, they were shiny with arousal and Rachel leaned over to bring them close to Ainsley who grabbed her wrist, intending to engulf them with her mouth and suck them clean. But Rachel slapped Ainsley’s wrist.

“No, no, no…” Rachel whispered. “You drive. I play.”

Ainsley wanted to protest, the scent of Rachel’s sex was now dominant in the car and all Ainsley wanted to do was taste what Rachel had for her. But by now the traffic light had changed to green and she had no choice but to continue driving.

Repositioning herself in the passenger seat, Rachel reached over and suddenly those essence-covered fingers were right under Ainsley nose and she couldn’t help lidding her eyes partway as that heady aroma of her woman filled her nostrils. Ainsley parted her lips and Rachel slid her fingers inside. Closing her lips around them, Ainsley moaned repeatedly as she tasted.

It was that extra sharp and tangy arousal which comes from deep inside a woman’s passage and Ainsley simultaneously licked and sucked the tart juices off the two fingers she was given.

“More?” Rachel asked.

“Mm-hm,” Ainsley murmured, her mouth still clamped around the fingers.

Rachel slid her fingers out and went back to playing with her pussy, Ainsley only able to take a few brief glances when it was safe enough to take her eyes off the road. Every time Ainsley moved her right leg—to accelerate or to pump the brakes—she felt how soaked she was between her thighs, her panties having long ago been overwhelmed.

The fingers were back. This time, Rachel rubbed Ainsley’s lips with them, top and bottom, before letting Ainsley take them back into her mouth to clean them.

“My turn,” Rachel said and immediately slid her hand under the hem of the miniskirt Ainsley was wearing.

“Oh my god,” Ainsley said. Fuck! She was actually supposed to drive while Rachel…?

She let out a loud moan as Rachel’s still sticky fingers stole into her panties and made contact with her engorged clit. By now they were on the highway and Ainsley

’s eyes were wide open—as wide as they could be, as she tried to stay focused on not crashing her car. She had the presence of mind to keep herself in the right lane with the slower traffic. Hondas and Kias were zipping past her $140,000 Carrera, their drivers probably wondering why on earth this crazy woman bought such a powerful automobile if she wasn’t going to use it to at least go the speed limit.

“You are so fucking wet!” Rachel gasped as her fingers moved lower to her entrance to swirl around her folds. In a moment, she withdrew her hand and Ainsley released a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

Rachel rubbed Ainsley’s earlobe with her now wet fingers a second before she leaned closer and licked the arousal off of it. Ainsley’s inner walls clenched and her clit felt like it was vibrating like a tuning fork.

“Rachel…oh fuck, I want you so bad!” Ainsley called out, her voice sounding as if she was about to burst into tears.

The hand went back into her panties. Ainsley reflexively gripped the leather-covered steering wheel tighter as once more those fingers encountered her clit.

“How good a driver are you?” Rachel asked.

What the fuck…?

Then it dawned on Ainsley and her mouth fell open in shock.

She can’t be serious!

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Rachel said, a moment before her fingers started stroking Ainsley’s swollen clit.

“Rachel!...Oh fuck!...You’re crazy!”

But Ainsley did nothing to stop what was happening. How could she? The pleasure was too intense, she needed it to go on spreading through her body like it was, electrifying all her nerve endings, making her nipples so hard they were actually beginning to hurt.

“Focus on driving, baby,” Rachel murmured seductively.

Ainsley, both her lips clamped between her teeth but her eyes wide open, could only nod.

“Don’t get too close to that truck,” Rachel suggested in the same seductive tone.

Ainsley eased off the gas a bit.