About the time the lack of conversation was getting awkward, Casey again lowered the visor and looked in her vanity mirror. She, too, was flicking glances toward the back, and once she had Chris’s attention, she brought her lipstick into view. It was a deep, ruby red and downright slutty. She’d seduced Markus on the spot the first time she’d worn it. With what seemed deliberate showmanship, Casey began to apply the lipstick in a lewd manner. She ran the red tip of the lipstick across her soft, full lips, her eyes fixed on the reflection of the man in the backseat. Although he was forced to divide his time between the show and the road, Markus could see she had Chris’s full attention.
Next, she smacked her lips and adjusted the mirror downward to show her ample chest. She arched her back as if stretching, and the visor mirror perfectly highlighted the way the fabric of her sweater pulled tightly over her round tits.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Casey said to Chris as their gazes met in that mirror. “But you showed up in the middle of some private time that I’m pretty anxious to finish.”
She let her experienced hands go to work on herself again, running her hands up along her sides and gently across her tits. A glance in Markus’s rearview showed that Chris apparently didn’t mind one damn bit. He was glued to her reflection.
Markus’s cock gave an interested twitch at the hungry, mesmerized expression on the man’s face. Casey was working her magic, and her magic was obviously working. Markus could tell she was enjoying the attention, because her nipples were poking against the fluffy knit. There was a visible tremble in her hands as she began to caress herself, and Markus definitely shared that nervousness. Concentrating on the road was tougher now than when she had his cock down her throat. The added tension of a live audience gave their “car game,” as they’d called it, a whole new level of thrill.
He eased up on the gas and kept his eyes on the road as best he could, but continued to throw constant glances at the action. Casey started squirming erotically in her seat, and Markus knew it wouldn’t be long before she had a hand down her pants. How far would Casey let this go? How far would he be willing to let it?
Another look in the backseat widened his eyes. The beefy man was sporting a sizable boner that tented his pants, and the man’s hand was sliding up his thigh as he watched Casey’s slip down the front of her pants. Markus drew in a breath, his pulse racing as he realized it was really going to happen. His girlfriend was going to masturbate herself right here in the car while a stranger watched.
