So, a few years ago, I was seeing a lady we shall call Chris. The big thing I found out about Chris was she adored eating my cock and swallowing the cum it contained and that she was a squirter, to the point where we always had a puppy pad handy.
One day, I needed to go to a meeting about three hours away, and Chris said she would come with me and look around the shops, walk along the beach, and amuse herself until I was finished, and, then, we would head home. As we were driving up the dual carriageway, I put my hand on her thigh and slowly worked up to the "V" in her jeans. Dragging my nail across the stitches used to make her tingle, as she put it. So, she decided that to be fair, she would get her hand inside my trousers and underwear and amuse herself by stroking my cock.
I suggested that she would be better off if she lowered her jeans a bit so that I could stroke her pussy without the denim. She eagerly lifted her ass up and pushed them down, stopping at her knees in case she wanted to cover up. I pushed further to her ankles; I suggested she should remove them so that she could open her legs for me, and she did. Her nipples were super sensitive, so, with my fingers stroking her pussy, it soon became evident that her top needed to be removed. She piled all her clothes in the footwell. I very quickly reached down, grabbed them all, and threw them backward in the car. They landed right in the boot and no way for her to get them back.