The late sun slanted through the windshield over the smooth skin of Lisa’s legs. They were flung across Arch’s lap, her toes grazing the bottom of the steering wheel. They'd been driving two hours now, and she still didn't have a clue where they were headed. He’d kept his free hand on her thigh the whole time except when he needed it to drive, and the scent of the citrus groves they were passing rushed in through the open windows.
“Just tell me,” Lisa groaned. She studied Arch’s profile as he drove with his eyes narrowed against the sunlight. “I'm gonna find out soon enough anyway.”
He looked at her for the first time in nearly an hour while he hadn’t spoken in nearly two. He seemed about to say something and she waited earnestly but then he just shook his head and looked back at the road. She dug her heel into his thigh, just hard enough to say she was reaching the end of a very thin thread. She didn't particularly like surprises, and felt increasingly infuriated by his relentless silence.
He squeezed her inner thigh firmly, pushing the speed while staring ahead as if there were something on the horizon only he could see.
Lisa rolled her eyes and made to swing her legs away from him but as soon as she moved, his arm pressed down, holding her in place. His fingers dug deeper into her thigh, a gesture she wasn’t sure was meant to silence her or make her scream. She narrowed her eyes but of course he didn't notice, so she reached down and grasped his wrist, intending to push his hand away, but the harder she pushed, the deeper his fingers dug into her flesh.
“You're impossible,” she said, finally giving in. Arch’s fingers loosened slightly as she sat back and glared at him. “I don't even understand you.”
His grip rose to the fringe of her cutoffs, patiently worrying at the apex of her thigh, daringly close to the very edge of her warm pussy. Her stomach clenched as she resisted the urge to push herself into his hand. His fingers began to work at her skin, pulling and digging all at once like he could see what he was doing, yet his eyes remained on the black, serpentine road as heat rose off the pavement in waves.
Lisa swallowed hard. She closed her eyes and almost lost herself to his touch but she couldn't let herself, she couldn't push back, couldn't possibly, when he was being so impossibly infuriating. She closed her eyes and mentally willed him to stop, knowing he’d feel the seeping nectar of her response if his fingers kept insisting. He didn't stop. His hand went further, fingertips urging past the frayed edge of her shorts and exploring the warm lace of her panties.
The stretch of orange trees they’d been passing gave way to lemons, the air now cloyingly redolent while her pussy quivered against his fingers. She inhaled a long breath and held it, watching silently as his hand ventured further between her legs, pressing hard enough to make her want to moan aloud. Despite her firm intentions, she felt that agonizing drip down the center of her being straight through her core, smoothing the passage of his fingers under her panties across the smoldering lips of her sex.