A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Adventures/Drive/Excited/Tingle/Horny
It felt weird and uncomfortable, but the truth is, Sally didn’t really think she had to pee anymore. She had at first, but she gradually realized this was something different. She didn’t know what though. Her "pussy" (as she'd started calling it in her head), felt all hot and itchy. She just didn't know why. It started about the time she tried to hide from the other cars and then sat up again. Maybe moving around in her seat had caused it? She looked skeptically at the grungy vinyl under her. Perhaps not the best thing to sit on naked. Maybe some dirt from that was irritating her or something. Still, getting to a bathroom, or any substitute, where she could have some privacy and maybe try to wash it off was the best idea she had, so she didn't correct her previous request. Trying to explain would be way too embarrassing anyway.
Suddenly, she heard her father laugh. At first she was confused and a little mad. Did he think her problem was funny?? It was only then then she noticed what she was doing. It hadn't been a conscious decision to rub herself down there, it just felt like the right thing to do to ease the discomfort. But as soon as she realized what she was doing she shopped. That was probably a weird thing to do, huh?
Once Ryan managed to stop laughing he couldn't help ask "Honey, are you sure you need to pee? I may not have quite same equipment, but that isn't what I'd do if I had to hold it."
Sally turned her blushing face away from her father. "Well, I thought so... but maybe not... it's just..." her answer trailed off into an embarrassed mumble.
"Sorry, did you just say your pussy itches? Where would you learn a word like that?"
This slip up only made Sally even more embarrassed of course. "Uhh, I mean my private place... but I thought it's not really private since I'm a nudist so..."
"Well, that isn't a word a girl your age should use, nudist or not."
"But dad", Sally whined, "what about my problem? What should I do?"
"Well let's see if we can figure that out. When did this itchy feeling start?"
"It was after you said people could probably see me. You remember I tried to hide at first, but you said you didn't think we needed to worry... so I set up again and I was watching for people who might be able to see me when it started feeling weird."
"Mm-hmm. And how did you feel when you were thinking about people looking at you?"
Sally didn't see why these embarrassing questions were necessary, and honestly they really weren't, but she went along with it, hoping her father could come up with a solution.
"It was scary... but also kind of exciting I guess."
"I thought so. Well good news then, that's a perfectly normal reaction."
But Sally didn't like this answer much at all. To her it sounded like he was telling her to just put up with it. "But I don't like it. How do I make it go away?"
"Well, if you stop thinking about what's making you excited, like maybe don't look at the other cars, it'll go away in a little bit. Or..." Ryan paused for a long time, until she turned back to look at him.
"What?"
"Well... you could also just keep doing what you were doing a minute ago. I'm pretty sure that'll work too."
"Really?", she asked incredulously. She didn't even know why she'd started rubbing in the first place, so hearing it might be the right thing to do was surprising.
"It's called masturbation, and it's really the best thing to do when you feel like that. It's just... well you shouldn't do it in public. But I don't mind, if you feel like you need to, go ahead."
She'd heard the term once or twice, but she kind of thought it was something bad. And being warned not to do it in public didn't do much to change that assessment. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and turned to look out the side window.
"I'll just wait for it to go away, I guess."
It was scenic enough in a bland sort of way, but a lone cow was about the most interesting thing she saw out her window, and it wasn't enough to take her mind off the whole "people seeing her naked" thing. After a while, Ryan tried to make conversation.
"So what have you been doing in school lately?"
"Geometry."
"That's kind of interesting. Never was too good at those mathy subjects myself."
"I guess."
And so it continued for a few minutes, but it was no use. Sally was too distracted to talk about anything else, and her "weird itchy feeling" showed no sign of going away.
After a while Sally...