Fuck!
My cock pulsed in my pants, but I ignored it. I pulled her arms off and shifted my jacket to hide my crotch. Thankfully, it was already getting dark.
Klara gasped when she saw the vehicle that pulled up to us. It was another arrangement I’d made for the day. After touring the Grand Canyon, we could have a long drive to check out some sites in the city. I thought it was time we just went back, though.
“Oh, wow,” Klara breathed out. “I’ve never been in a limo before.”
“Wait?” I asked, managing to sound mostly normal. “Not even for prom, or anything?”
She smiled, but it looked a little sad. “I never really attended prom at the end of high school. I kinda felt like going, but no one invited me, and I didn’t want to show up alone, so…”
Honestly, I didn’t go either, but I wasn’t interested. I just lied to my parents and took the girl I was with back then to a hotel and went back home the next morning.
The limo came to a stop in front of us. It was a bit uncomfortable, but I only had to take a few steps to open the door, and I gave her a slightly strained smile.
“Why don’t you get inside, then? Your first time in a limo should be memorable.”
She giggled. “Well, it’ll probably be my only time in one, but thanks.”
Klara slipped into the limo, and I took a deep breath before following her. She wasn’t sitting down, though, and she hadn't gone fully inside, either. She had paused, probably admiring the interior. She was more or less crawling forward, and my eyes dropped to her eyes before I quickly looked away.
“Oh! Sorry, come in. I was just looking around; I don’t know where to sit…”
The inside of the limo had seats along the sides as well. I didn’t mind where she went, though I wouldn’t mind if she sat next to me.
“Go anywhere you’d like,” I said.
“Okay!”
Finally, she moved, and I got inside and sat. I tugged the door closed. The partition was already up, so I’d have to message the driver quickly before we started moving.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
I wasn’t looking, so I wasn’t sure how it happened, or if it was an accident, because there was a light squeal, then Klara was falling into me for
the second time since I’d met her. Only this time, her forearm hit my thigh as her butt fell into the seat. The real problem was that her hand landed right on my crotch. Where my hard-on hadn't gone down yet.
Fuck!
“Huh?” her hand flexed on my cock, and I hissed. “What is...?”
Our heads turned at the same time. She was leaning against my side, and our faces were close. She hadn't moved her hand, but I could tell by her expression that she didn’t know what she was touching, at first.
“Klara,” I said through gritted teeth. “That isn’t my thigh or anything, you know?”
She blinked. “Huh?”
Her eyes looked down at where she had her hand. She gasped, her mouth falling open as her face went red.
She didn’t remove her hand, though. She was frozen for a few seconds; then she repeated that flexing motion with her hands.
I cursed under my breath, then pounced.
“Are you that innocent, or have you been trying to seduce me, Klara?”
“Hm?”
I had an arm around her waist, and I’d pushed her, so she was lying back on the seat. The hand that had been on my crotch was in my hand, and I was crouched over her. Her face was still red, lips parted, and she was breathing a little roughly.