Is this their future?
She could hear the woman moaning. She could envision her writhing in the driver's seat as her car zoomed down a highway. Was she driving naked? Could other drivers see her? What were they thinking? She might cause a multi-car pile-up if someone spotted her and couldn't look away until they were almost on top of a bridge abutment.
Stephanie worried now. "Are you naked?"
The woman laughed. "No. Would you like me to be? I can pull over."
"Maybe you should."
The woman moaned with an approving sound. "All right, sweetie."
"No, not so you can...I'm worried about your safety. You shouldn't...do that while you're driving."
"Do what? Listen to the radio? Talk on the phone?"
Stephanie huffed. "Touch yourself while you're driving."
"I wasn't. Much. I was playing with my tits. I can start playing with my pussy though."
"No, no, no. You don't have to."
"But I want to."
"Why not? It feels good." The woman gasped. "And I'm so wet. You're making me wet."
"No, listen, you should stop. Someone might see you."
"That's okay. Maybe they'll enjoy the show."
"You might cause an accident."
"I'm off the road. I can lie back and give myself a good fucking."
"Good," Stephanie said as she sat down on the stool behind the counter.
"I'm glad you agree."
"No, no." Stephanie chuckled. "That's not what I meant."
"Are you sure?"
Stephanie heard strange noises on the other end. Was someone banging on the woman's car? Was she about to be raped?
"Oh God, are you all right?" Stephanie asked.
"I'm fine. What's wrong, sweetie?"
"I heard banging or something. I thought...Where are you? Do you need help?"
"That was me getting into the glove box. I have a vibrator in there."
A loud buzz came through the phone line, making Stephanie jump.
"Did you hear that?" The woman asked, and then let out a sharp cry followed by laughter. "Oh fuck, that feels good. It's right on my clit."
"Are you somewhere people can see you?"
"Yes," the woman said between purrs. "I'm at a gas station. Anyone who walks close enough is going to see me and my sweet pussy."
"What? Someone could rape you. Someone could -- "
"Show me a good time. Or maybe I'd show you a good time."
"Someone's going to show you a rough time if you're not careful."
"Like you?" The woman moaned again. "Would you pull me out of the car? Twist my nipples? Slap my ass?"
Stephanie's jaw hung open. "No, I wouldn't do that."
"What would you do, then?"
Stephanie imagined the woman lying back with one hand down her open jeans, the vibrator buzzing her clit, and her shirt pulled up over her tits for all to see.
"Listen, please, some guy is going to see you and -- "
"Have his way with me?"
"And you want to help? Is that it? You want to help him fuck me?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying at all."
"You want him to yourself? You want to fuck him while I watch?"
Stephanie was ready to yell in frustration. "No, I don't want to fuck anyone."
The woman giggled. "Just yourself?"
Stephanie laughed now. "What on Earth makes you think that?"
"You haven't hung up."
Stephanie gasped. She was right. How long had they been talking? Why did she let this go on? Why was she sweating? Why were her clothes itchy?
Stephanie swallowed. "I'm hanging up now."
"You don't want to."
"I should. Really."
"No. I mean you don't want to miss this. I've got company."
Stephanie moved to the edge of the stool. "What?"
She heard someone rapping on glass. She heard movement and then the woman's voice, away from the phone.
"Hi there," the woman said to someone else.
"Someone's there?" Stephanie asked, not knowing if the woman had heard her.
"Oh yeah," the woman said, back into the phone now. "A good-looking guy with a good-looking cock in his hand."
Stephanie squeezed tight onto the phone. "He's right there?"
"Hey, big boy," the woman said to the man outside her car. "How 'bout I suck those balls?" The woman moaned, and then spoke back into the phone. "Oh, you should see this cock."
Stephanie heard hot breaths and a wet tongue lashing flesh.