We were speeding down the freeway — a much-needed escape, a quick 90-minute trip that felt like forever. The tension between us was electric, thick enough to taste. I stayed cool, but the sexual energy pulsed through the car like a current. I casually rested my hand on her bare thigh, my fingers teasing the smooth, milky skin — then lightly traced over the damp cotton of her soaked panties. She was burning up for me, just...