Watching the trees pass, green fields, raindrops slide on the glass.
Quiet, wet tires on wet road, wipers going, music.
Green lands, cows, dots of sheep on a steep hill.

I look at you, strong hands on the wheel, relaxed, watching ribbons of road, driving.
I study your ear, the ways it curves and curls, where it is soft, your face in profile, your mouth, your hard jaw.
The tickle of being watched disturbs you and you look at me, my eyes, and smile without teeth, a kind curve.
I smile back.
Our warmed glance turns one blink long.

You return to the road, I return to the window, the trees, the green and grey, comfortable quiet.
I put my knuckles on the glass.
There is a chill outside but I'm warm within.

Your hand is on my knee now, on my thigh, petting me under my skirt.
Higher, I hope, higher, squeezing my inner thigh where it is so soft.
My eyes close, mouth opens to speak, but I don't as your hand closes around my center like it's a bird caught.
Your strong fingers, each one taking me to a new place, slowly press, thumb, circles, caresses.
Then your hand slides deftly inside my panties, carefully separating the folds, stroking the curves, each awakening anew.
I take my lip between my teeth, pant my pleasure.
I hold your wrist, squeeze the fingers that are searching within me now.

I open my eyes - rain, green, grey, your eyes flick on mine, the smile I love on your lips.
The universe begins again. from my center, tearing me into a pleasure of stars, a heaven of suns.
When I return you are still with me, holding me together.
I know I should let go of your wrist but I need you another moment.

When I do let go, you lick your fingers as we approach drive's end.
We stop and you kiss me, arms around me tightly and I taste myself and your desires.