[interesting]

Rita leaned her chair back as much as she could, so she was almost lying down.

"Honey, what are you doing?"
"Finding a way to pass the time, love. Just focus on the road."
"How am I supposed to with you... doing whatever besides me?"
"Well, pull the car over, then!"
"But we're already late!"
"Fine, just drive then..."

Rita reached under her skirt, pulling her panties off. She tossed them on the gear shift.

"Rita, that's dangerous."
"Honey, you're on cruise control, you don't need to shift gears."
"Says the not driver. It's still unsafe."
"Well, you remove it. I'm busy."

Jacques' protests were more for show than anything else. He knew he was in complete control of the vehicle, and he didn't mind whatever Rita did. But she always enjoyed it when he protested a little whenever she did something crazy. It got her all riled up.

"Fine, fine..."

Rita closed her eyes and allowed her hands to wander in-between her legs. She knew Jacques would not be staring too much - she trusted him implicitly with her safety and her unborn baby's safety. She wasn't very stimulated yet, but that could be arranged. Gently, she rubbed her fingers against her slit, imagining many things as the car rode on, vibrating gently to the hum of the motor.

Jacques could manage not to look at her and focus on the drive; in fact, he was intent on focusing on the trip itself, because he had his own idea of fun in respect to what was going on.

"Honey, are you game?"
"You know I am."
"Unbutton your shirt."

She complied, revealing large breasts held up by a sturdy bra; they only slighly flopped down because she was lying on her back. Both Jacques and Rita were amazed at the size of her breasts: they had grown since she had become pregnant, and while they had expected it, they never imagined it would turn out this way. Six months into the pregnancy, almost seven, Rita's curves were exagerrated by the roundess of her belly and breasts. This drove Jacques wild, and did not leave Rita indifferent either. She enjoyed her newfound feminity.

Jacques pressed a little on the gas, going up to one hundred and fifteen kilometres. Police usually tolerated up until one hundred and twenty, but it was only for a short time. Jacques veered into the passing lane to the left, and started going past vehicles, one at a time. He needed a victim.

Meanwhile, Rita was starting to get into the beat of things, cupping her left breast with one hand, sliding the fingers under the bra so she could caress her skin and nipple, while the other hand kept playing with her pussy, which was slowly becoming more and more reactive to the teasing.

Jacques passed an old couple in a town car, then a minivan with a family. They were not what he was looking for. The third car he passed was just right: he could see the driver was a late teenager or young adult; he saw another male passenger to his right in the passenger's seat and another in the backseat. All were pretty much the same age. Matching speed with that vehicle, he hit the cruise control and waited.

Rita was starting to pant; she had not realized there was a car to her right; she still had her eyes closed.

The driver of the other car looked to his left, to the car that had just caught up to him and was now keeping pace with him. At first, the driver did not seem to understand; he could not really see Rita from his point of view, as she was laid down.

"Honey, pull your legs up to the dashboard."

Without thinking, Rita lifted her feet off the floor, and repositioned herself so her feet rested on the top. The other driver suddenly noticed the feet and the naked legs, and Jacques realized that he was trying to get a better view. While keeping his vehicle under control, Jacques drifted to his right, allowing the two vehicles to get closer. At some point, the driver must have realized what was going on in the car, because his car almost jerked, but then came back in control. He tooted his horn, and Rita opened her eyes.

"We've got company, love?"
"Company?"
"You've got admirers, I should say."

She noticed the car - her first reaction was defensive, as expected, but it didn't last long. By now, the stimulation was intense, and despite the shock, or perhaps because of it, she did not want to stop. She could barely make out the faces, but she noticed that at least two people were trying to look into her car from the other vehicle, and they had a relatively good point-of-view of what she was doing.

"You naughty man!"
"I can accelerate or let them pass, if you like."
"Are you kidding? You keep them in view!"

She waved to them with the hand that had previously been on her breasts, then, closing her eyes again, she plunged her fingers into herself, moaning loudly for Jacques' benefit. She would give these boys a show they would never forget.