Everyone was getting out of the car so didn’t pay too much attention. Jack blushed and Mirnda gave him a little peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, it’s OK,” Mirnda said sweetly. Then, after one last wriggle, she sat up and stepped onto the sidewalk. Jack did his best to conceal the bulge in his pants, but it wasn’t going to be easy.
It was a two minute walk to the place, and Mirnda walked beside Jack, everyone else pairing off. She looked down and checked out his pants and then looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Why did you bring a pickle with you? You know they have food at this restaurant,” Mirnda said and laughed again. She was borderline drunk, but still adorable. She was clearly enjoying his discomfort, but Jack loved her attention, especially as she seemed to admire his size. Unfortunately, their time together was cut short when Henry tried to start up a conversation between his daughter and Jack.
Sima was nice enough, and actually pretty attractive, but he couldn’t get his mind off Mirnda. Jack’s attention drifted and he was lousy company during the meal. Jack’s father had a drink or two as well and Jack thought was behaving badly. He made several dismissive comments to Mirnda and Jack could tell she was irritated with him.
Jack began to look forward to the drive home, and when the time came, he wasn’t disappointed.
“Here we go again, babe,” Mirnda said to him as she sat down on his knee. This time, she put her arms around his neck and pushed her tits against his chest. Jack’s hands found her waist and it didn’t take long for his cock to get hard again and press up against her ass. Mirnda looked at him and shifted her body a little. He couldn’t tell exactly, but it felt as if she had positioned her most tender female part directly on the pole pressing out of his pants. She looked at him and Jack saw a fire in her eye.
“You could have taken that pickle out of your pocket, boy. It’s really sticking into me,” Mirnda said and wriggled around. Mirnda pulled a face, in order to prevent herself laughing out loud and Jack went bright red. They went over a speed bump and he took the moment to put a hand on her breast, under her cardigan.
“Oops!” Mirnda said and giggled. She cuddled up closer to him and Jack felt her breathing in his ear. Mirnda started grinding on him slowly, but her full weight was down on him. Jack could hear and feel her breathing increase, she was intoxicated and aroused. She let out a little moan and Jack gave her tit a squeeze.
“Yeah,” she whispered and he felt her tremble slightly.
The car was dark, conversation was lively and no one seemed to notice what Mirnda was doing. She put her mouth on Jack’s ear and her breathing was intense. She continued shifting her body on him, slow but with purpose, and he heard her make a little squeak, which would have been inaudible to everyone else in the car. Jack continued massaging her tit and the feeling of her rubbing on his cock was wild. In the middle of all that, Jack’s father called back.
“Say, Mir, what was the name of that place we went to last month, that Hirton place?”
Snapping out of her dream-like state and sitting still again, Mirnda picked her head up and after fumbling her words for a moment, replied, “Um…Keroy. It was called Keroy.”
“That’s right,” Jack’s father said and then went on with his conversation with Henry and Kial.
Mirnda whispered in Jack’s ear, “OK, hands off, boy,” and Jack moved his hand down to her waist. He was still hard, but the moment was over. He was flustered, hot and sweating, but Mirnda appeared to have regained her composure, which was typical for her.
None of this was a big deal for her and Mirnda always seemed to take any kind of encounter in her stride. For him however, this little car ride would haunt his dreams for months.
They pulled up at the house and Mirnda turned to him with a knowing look and smiled. As everyone was getting out of the car, she whispered to him, “How dare you touch me like that. I ought to slap your face.” Then, she walked away, into the house.
Jack had no idea if she was serious but he tried to not let it worry him. Mirnda had clearly been turned on by him, so he felt good.
