Now what? How could I sit on his lap again?
Yet, I couldn’t say anything and there was literally no alternative.
So, I did. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretched my legs in between the two front seats. My pussy was impenetrable in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.
And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson.
Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb. Yet, even though I was clearly uncomfortable I didn’t reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.
Suddenly, my son’s hand rested on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for him.
It didn’t move up, just rested there like a constant tease… a constant reminder.
He did move his hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although he didn’t try to move higher when he returned his hand.
He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn’t have phased me at all a few hours ago.
“How you guys doing back there?” Alex asked, a few minutes later.
“My bum is numb,” I joked, although it was the truth.
“A tourist stop in three miles,” he said, “let’s pull over and take a little hike.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
“Yeah, I could use a stretch,” Cory agreed, looking at me for the first time in the entire drive.
I quickly looked away, like I was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note.
What had come over me?
Even though I had told him it couldn’t happen again.
Even though he seemed to be respecting my assertion.
I suddenly felt insecure and annoyed that he was ignoring me… I felt fifteen again.
I just stared out the opposite window for the next few minutes until we slowed down.
Once stopped, I shifted around as my back was at the door. As I did, my naked pussy again rested briefly on his cock, his again hard cock.
My first thought was ‘how long has he been hard?’
My second thought was ‘why was it hard?’
My third thought was ‘How many times could he get it up?”
My fourth thought was ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’
I opened the door and got out.
I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air… even if it was fucking hot and muggy.
Alex asked, “So do you guys want to go for a hike?”
“How long?” I asked.
He walked over to the map and said, “There are two trails. One is a mile, the other is three.”
“A mile sure, three in this heat, no way,” I answered.
Cory said, “I need to take a lengthy washroom break, why don’t you two go alone?”
“Sure,” Alex said, taking my hand.
We began walking and I couldn’t help but glance back at my son to see if he was watching us… he wasn’t. Oddly, that made me feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.
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