Downfall/Actively grind your crotch against her thigh
From Create Your Own Story
A naughty thought sneaks into your mind. As it is, you are involuntarily sliding your pussy over Julianne's thigh. This gives you a punctual, inconstant pleasure, something you'd judge as an appetizer compared to the main course. Now: what would happen if you were to seek a... steady stimulation instead of relying on chance? Oh, you won't get off on it, and that isn't your goal (you are still aware what you would grind against), but at least you could make the ride more tolerable. And there must be public toilets at the airport where you could finish your business quickly if you stockpile the shelves now, so to speak.
You wait for the next bump and test the waters by pressing your pelvis forward. That doesn't work out too well. You loosen the grip of your thighs and try again during the next driving maneuver. This works better. You keep a close watch to the street and try to anticipate any situation that could act as a pretense for an extra hip movement. This works better than expected. Since the pressure against your pussy isn't random any more, the effect you gain is way better, and the public setting adds to your excitement. You unnoticeably pace up, just a bit - or so you thought.
"Debra Lynn," your mother says in a low tone, and you almost faint before hearing her say your family name. Busted! Oh god, when your mother calls you by your full name, it indicates impending doom. And you sure got it coming. Your excitement level drops to zero immediately. How you wish you didn't do it, or just be able to change your position. You cannot, though - you are forced to sit on your mother's thigh for the rest of the ride, terrified as you are. You know without looking that Kirsten is looking at you, trying to figure out what you might have done to raise mum's anger. If you'd rearrange your dress and your panties, you'd probably give away everything. You intensely stare through the windscreen, grabbing the front seat as hard as possible so that you won't move.
It must have been the longest cab drive in known history, like a year and a half, before the cab reaches the airport. You hurry out of the cab, shamefully looking down.
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