Later that night, a married couple, Henry and Kial, came to the house and everyone was drinking and laughing in the kitchen. They had a teenage daughter named Sima, but Jack felt a little awkward and shy and so decided to stay in his room. After a little while, there was a knock on his door and a call for him to come out because they were all going out to eat.
“C’mon,” Jack’s father. “I have this awesome rental car, let’s all squeeze in,” he suggested and there was some discussion as to how they all fit.
There would be six people in one car, but his dad insisted because he wanted to show off the “awesome” sound system to Henry.
Kial suggested that Sima sit on Henry’s knee but there was much eye-rolling so they were back to square one. Finally, Jack’s father came up with a plan that everyone was happy with, although if he’d known what had been happening in his absence, Jack was certain he wouldn’t have suggested it.
“Henry, you’re up front with me. Mir, babe, you sit on Jack’s lap in the back with Kial and Sima.”
Yes. It was perfect. Mirnda looked at him with a half-smile and shrugged. Jack pretended to be annoyed but sat down in the back seat excitedly. Everyone piled into the car and Mirnda made a point of apologizing before sitting across his legs. Instinctively, Jack put his arms around her waist and in her soft summer dress she smelled and felt fantastic.
The car started and Mirnda relaxed onto him, her ass planted directly on top of Jack’s cock which was growing in size rapidly. They hit a few bumps as they moved down the driveway, her body rubbed against Jack and he became further aroused. Within a minute or two Jack was rock solid, and Mirnda giggled a little. She had already had a couple of glasses of wine and was clearly feeling loose.
“You OK back there, Jack?” Jack’s father called out.
“Oh, he’s having a bit of a hard time but he’ll be alright,” Mirnda said with a faint laugh and looked at Jack.
Mirnda smiled a little then shook her head as if reproaching him for some naughty schoolboy behavior. “I can tell you’re happy,” Mirnda then whispered in his ear. Jack’s hands explored her belly and waist a little and made a few discreet brushes against her tits, which were large and hard to avoid. He was in bliss and thankfully, their destination appeared to be a while away.
“Keep your hands to yourself, bad boy,” Mirnda whispered in his ear when Jack’s hands brushed against her tit for the third or fourth time.
“Keep your ass to yourself,” Jack whispered back. Mirnda looked at him again and it was clear she was stifling a laugh. Her eyes were still locked on his, and she wriggled around a little, getting an obvious feel of his hard dick against her ass.
“Bad boy,” Mirnda whispered again and his hand “accidentally” grabbed onto her tit as the car went over a speed bump. After another bump, his hand landed once again on her tit and he decided to leave it there. Mirnda was wearing a cardigan, so no one else could see. He squeezed her a little and he felt an unmistakable rubbing motion from her backside against him. After a minute or so, Mirnda whispered in his ear, “it’s alright now, baby, you can let go,” and they both laughed.
“OK, we’re here!” Jack’s dad said as they pulled up to the restaurant at last.
“You gonna be OK to walk, Mister?” Mirnda whispered to him, apparently referring to his massive erection.
“It might be a little hard for you,” Mirnda said and laughed out loud, then added “Or not that little.”
