As we got closer to the line of cars and trucks I could see that it had been too much for her, and she reached back and grabbed her coat from the back seat. As we approached the trucks, she slid it up to cover part of her breasts. We passed them without any recognition as to what was going on in our car, so I mentioned just how hard it is to see anything...and how incredible she looked...and just how much she was turning me on. She pushed the coat to the side, and I slipped my hand further up her thigh. It was incredible to see her so flushed, anxious, nervous. I started playing with her a little bit, and she reclined the seat a bit. She turned her head toward me, and closed her eyes. I realized that now the chances of another car seeing anything were reduced, but the opportunity to play with her lying there like that was too much to miss.
I could see a semi in the slow lane quite a bit ahead, and we were slowly gaining on it. He would have an unobstructed view down into the car, and would be able to see all of her lying there taking the fingering from me. She continued to lie there with her eyes closed (trusting in me that I wouldn't pass any trucks?). She was beginning to really enjoy the fingering, and it was very obvious that she was getting off on the excitement of the whole experience. I left the car on cruise control, and passed the line of cars and pick ups, then finally the semi at about 5 mph or so faster than they were going. I didn't see any recognition that anyone saw or suspected anything.
The speed that I was travelling was allowing for both passing traffic, and being passed by traffic. The traffic I was passing was always kind of a surprise. You couldn't be sure who was in the car. Any traffic coming up on us I could see so (for the better part of judgement) if there were children, or if there was a woman driving, I would have her slide her coat up to obscure the view. I think she came to trust that I was looking out for her. As we continued on, the traffic started to become a little thicker, and the rare truck became quite a few pick up trucks (Hunters, construction trucks, etc) and the occasional semi truck. She continued to ride with her head turned toward me, her eyes closed. I asked her to spread her legs so I could get a better look at her, and she put her feet up on the dash. Now, if someone was to glance our way, they would recognize her bare feet propped up like an advertisement of what was inside.
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