Slow to burn.

The freeway was overflowing and traffic was at a stand still. The windows were lowered with the music floating over her, she leaned back and relaxed. No sense getting aggravated, she mused. The cell phone blinked on the seat next to her.

"Are you thinking of me?"

She hadn't been but in that moment thoughts of his voice, hands, body swirled into her head. She felt the heat emanate between her legs. Glancing to her left she caught the eye of the driver, the huge truck gave the driver quite the view. She clenched her legs and typed her response.

"Now I am thank you very much. Traffic's at a standstill. *sighs* How are you?"

 The last night they had spent together flashed. She had been on her knees begging. Her nipples had been pulled, twisted and tortured. Her ass teased, stretched and used. Her pussy fucked over and over. And yet she couldn't stop begging for more.

The phone flashed again, "Hard"