Stay quiet.
From Create Your Own Story
Neither of you talk for a few minutes, until she asks, "Where should we go?"
"You're the driver," you say, chuckling. "I'm at your mercy."
She giggles. "That doesn't sound so bad." Making a sharp turn that has your fearing for your car again, she gets onto an upward sloping road. "I know a place up here that has a great view."
If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was taking you somewhere to park and hook up. But Kara? Impossible.
You make small talk for the rest of the way, and eventually reach the top of the hill. Sure enough, it's a drop-off point that looks out over the city. It certainly is a nice view, but you like looking at Kara a lot more, especially now that she's giving you some serious bedroom eyes.
Before you know it, she's crawling into your lap. Instinctively, you reach over and push back the bar so the passenger seat slides back, giving her plenty of room. Straddling you, her ample chest straining against her tanktop right above your eyesight, she murmurs, "I could feel it when I was sitting on your lap earlier..." You feel her grinding herself a little into you, and "it" starts rising to full attention.
