I looked at the road through the windshield as Charlotte grabbed my hand and slowly moved it further up her inner thigh and closer to her crotch.
I started rubbing her pussy through her panties, which were already soaking wet.
She gave a little moan.
I looked over at her; she had her chest stretched forward and was looking up at the ceiling with her mouth agape. Her cooper-brown hair fell loosely down her blue dress.
She cupped her perfectly round breast in her hand and started giving herself a nice rub.
"Yess, please... Ohhh, god!" she cried.
"Please, what?" I asked, running my fingers up and down her slit.
"Touch me! Please touch me... Play with my pussy!"
I removed my hand for a split second to change the gear, and she immediately reached out with her own hand and placed it on my crotch, roughly squeezing my already-hard cock.
I placed my hand back on her crotch and let my middle finger slip under her panties and brush across her hairless clit.
She shivered at my touch.
