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Title: A Lewd Lewdance in the Sunlight

In the sultry twilight of a summer evening, Olivia Ryder found herself idling along a dreamy coastal highway in her sleek convertible. The roar of the engine was interrupted only by the rustling of gears as she shifted, her slender fingers glistening in the sun’s golden rays. However, Olivia’s mind was wandering far more lecherous territory than mere automotive mechanics.

Sunglasses shielding emerald eyes, she reflected on the tantalizing visions from the scandalous video she’d recently watched. The audacious blonde performing a mischievous handjob. A tantalizing brunette receiving an oral reward. Swallowing, she squirmed slightly in the leather seat, her panties subtly dampened by the fantasy of it all.

Suddenly, the AC hummed to life with startling clarity. Olivia jumped, fumbling the knob until it clicked off. She’d forgotten to regulate her climate control! The bald truth was, her simmering imagination was quite enough to make the air thick with lust.

Focus, Olivia! she scolded herself. Resolutely, she returned her attention to the serpentine road, the very picture of a virtuous driver. Yet she was as aroused as she was alert, her nipples visibly pebbled against the thin white fabric of her blouse. With each breath, they slowly rose and fell.

Lost in memories of the provocative video, Olivia barely registered the car ahead until she was staring directly at its taillights. Heart pounding, she veered around it with a screech of tires. Horn blaring, she made a face at the offending vehicle until it disappeared in the rearview mirror.

For the next several exhilarating miles, Olivia was hands-free, cruising blissfully with the wind caressing her hair and scorching her thighs. When the road bent, the sun’s intensity blazed right into her eyes. Instinctively, she slipped off her sunglasses and held them up to the light.

The lenses gleamed, unblemished. With an appreciative purr, Olivia examined them more closely, a smirk lifting the corner of her kissable mouth. Crop top falling loose, she languidly ran her tongue along the entire length of the glasses. Slowly, seductively, mouth open, she closed her lips tightly around one amber edge, letting her tongue flick over it pointedly.

She pinched her hardened nipples as she savored the salty-sweet flavor. Licking her lips, Olivia’s eyes fluttered closed, the intensity of the sun igniting her senses. With her free hand, she smoothed up her thighs, her fingers disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt. Arousal, humid and undeniable, dampened her touch.

Olivia shivered, thighs parting, and sank deeper into the seat, her secret licks and touches growing more urgent by the mile. The car swerved, brake lights glowing red before she managed to regain control. Giggling breathlessly, she crooked her finger, inviting herself to delve even further.

Slowly, she curved her back, slipping her hand under her skirt to rub herself. Shameless. Daring. Delightful! Rings sparkled as she plunged deeper, making room, taking what she needed. Closed eyes rolled back, lips parted in wanton abandon. Her other hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, crooked knuckles keeping her from upshifting too aggressively.

Traffic thinned until no one was in sight. Her concentration wavered, head bobbing with each carsickening twist and turn, freight train thighs pressing and parting on the accelerator. Rounding the bend, a thin golden spotlight shot through the windshield straight into Olivia’s face. Timing perfect, she bit her perfumed lip to keep from screaming, pinching her pink nipple milk. Heaven.

Olivia continued to moan shamelessly and writhe in the driver’s seat. With all the license of a woman doing whatever she wanted, she pleasured and caressed herself to the brink of insanity. At last, frazzled and flushed in the heat of the afternoon, she flew over the threshold into blinding, shuddering, mind-crumbling full orchid climax.

As suddenly as her pleasure peaked, Olivia’s heart sank. A crimson blur seeped between her thighs, staining her torn panties. Wet with sticky girl goo and clammy moisture, she realized. Fuck. It was too risky! And right next to the interstate, for God’s sake! What a deadly lesson.

She straightened, adjusted her seat, smoothed her skirt and touched up her hair and makeup. Just a thought for the next time she got so excited… keep up on her maintenance!

Eyes gleaming, Olivia hit the gas, a satisfied grin on full lips as she cruised toward the city, winging the rest of the drive in a sex-stoked afterglow. The most delicious urban peccadillo, this. She’d have to thank the enterprising individuals who shared that provocative video. They seemed to be playing with Olivia’s vivid imagination innocently—and, perhaps not so innocently. For she now had a new go-to for mood makeup-up, a pick-me-up whenever required.

On a cloud of euphoria, Olivia knew her next cruise along that gleaming sunlit highway would be both entertaining and blissfully arousing, her voyeuristic car play a regular respite. With such titillating daily diversions, she’d become a driving force, a roadside bombshell here to stay.