A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Adventures/Drive/Excited/Tingle/Horny/Rub

It wasn’t long before Ryan caught her rubbing herself again, and he couldn’t resist commenting. “Honey, if it feels right just go with it.”

Of course, as soon as she realized she was doing it again, she shopped. She turned away again, all flustered. “No, I think I’ll just wait for it to go away.”

“Well, you better stick to one plan or the other… unless you’re enjoying this I guess. Because if you just rub it a little bit, that’ll only make the feeling stronger.”

Sally realized he was right. Once more she resolved to wait it out. She placed her hands firmly on her hips, hoping to keep them out of trouble, but it wasn’t much help. Within five minutes she was rocking and squirming in her seat, which had much the same effect as touching herself directly. Once she noticed this she tried to sit completely still, but it was hard. Another five and was fidgeting in spite of herself.

“Hon, it really is okay rub it if you want to. You don’t look like you’re having a good time as it is.”, said Ryan.

“But dad…” Sally whined, “isn’t that, like… dirty?”

“Nah, everybody does it sometimes.”

“Even mom?”

Ryan laughed at this. “Yes, Pumpkin, even your mom.”

“But you said you’re not supposed to do it in public… aren’t we in public now?”

“Well, uh, I guess you’re not exactly wrong, but it’s fine. Even if people can see in a little bit, nobody can see as far down as your lap…” He almost added “except maybe the semi drivers” but thought better of it.

Sally was wavering now, biting her lip, with a look of indecision on her face.

“Well I think it’s either that or we head home, because I hate seeing you look so uncomfortable.”

That was enough to make up her mind. “Okay, dad, I’ll try. Just um… don’t watch me. It’s too embarrassing.”

Ryan knew he was going to have a hard time resisting, but he agreed. “Of course, hon. I need to keep my eyes on the road anyway.”

At first he actually kept his word, but when he started hearing her breathing hard he just had to take a little peek. She had her hand squeezed between her legs, which didn’t look too comfortable, but he refrained from commenting.

That is, until she asked for help. “Dad… I don’t know how to do it right, this isn’t helping.”

He took this as permission to look openly. “It might help if you spread your legs, also, for this part you do want to think about what’s making you… excited.” He barely stopped himself from using a more adult word. “Maybe even imagine all the people in those cars can see what you’re doing, don’t worry they can’t, just pretend.” Ryan still resisted looking for more than a second at a time, if only because he didn’t want to have an accident, but by the sounds she was making he thought his advice had helped.

Sally was getting close, and knew it on some level, but of course she didn’t know close to what. She made a plaintive noise. “It’s not working, it just itches even worse!”

When he looked over again, she had her legs spread wide, all thoughts of modesty forgotten, and she seemed to be focused on rubbing her clit. It was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. It looked like she was doing it right, but he did have another idea she could try. “You know you’ve got a hole down there, right? You might try sticking a finger in there, your mom—” he was going to say “likes when I do that” but decided that was too much information and tried cover “uh, told me some girls do that.”

“Okay dad”. If Sally noticed his mid sentence correction at all, she was far to busy being freaked out by the whole situation to think about it.

Ryan really struggled to keep his eyes on the road by this point. The thought of Sally fingering herself, at his suggestion no less, was almost too much to bear. But he had to focus, in the last couple minutes traffic had gotten worse and he feared it’d be stop-and-go soon—not a great situation with a naked kid in the car—but one problem at a time. He’d worry about that once Sally had successfully gotten off.

“Dad! Now it does feel like I’m going to pee.”

“That’s normal, don’t stop.”

“But dad—”

“If you stop now you’ll be real uncomfortable.”

“But I’m afraid I’ll make a mess…”

“You’re not gonna pee, Pumpkin. Keep going, it’s fine.”

“But it feels like—”

“Tell you what then, just go ahead and pee. Worse things have been spilled in this old truck.”

Sally was shocked at this suggestion, but she was also desperate, so she tried to relax at let it happen. And it was this incredibly naughty thought of peeing right there next to her father that pushed her over the edge. She gasped and went stiff, then relaxed completely. Despite the momentary appeal of the idea, she was greatly relieved to see she had not, in fact, peed herself.

Ryan had secretly been hoping she would actually squirt, but it was probably for the best that she hadn’t. “And that was called an orgasm. Pretty good, huh?”

What happened next?

• Sally agreed with—no—corrected him. That wasn’t “good” that was amazing!
• Sally’s relief was quickly replaced by intense embarrassment at what just happened.
• A truck driver honked his appreciation.