Public Car Handjob: Must-Have Best Experience

So this public car handjob thing happened last week and I still can’t stop thinking about it. We were just driving back from this late dinner, windows down, some chill playlist on, and he kept glancing at me with that look. I reached over without saying anything, just let my hand rest on his thigh first, feeling the warmth through his jeans. He got hard so fast it made me laugh under my breath. I unzipped him slowly, mostly because I wanted to tease him, and when I wrapped my fingers around his cock he let out this shaky breath that went straight through me. The streetlights kept sliding across the windshield while I worked him, slow at first, thumb tracing that spot right under the head, then faster when his hips started pushing up to meet my hand. He tried to keep his eyes on the road but kept failing, and honestly that was the best part. When he finally came he gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles went white, and I just kept stroking him through it, watching him fall apart in the driver’s seat. We pulled over after, both of us kind of breathless and laughing, and he looked at me like I’d just handed him something precious.