“Spencer, maybe you should take it easy. Everything’s going to be ok.” She looks at me worriedly.

“No! I just had to walk around in public in chaps!” I yell over the roar of the engine. Ashley continues to stare at my crotch, an action she’s been doing since I started running towards the car.

“Yah, about that…” She starts.

“Don’t start.” I counter fiercely.

“You’re fucking hot!” Ashley comments lustily. I look over at her for the first time.

“I sat in spit.”

Ashley puts her hands over her mouth and tries to pretend she’s not rocking with laughter.

“If you laugh at me I will murder you.” I growl. Ashley looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

“You wouldn’t do that to me. Would you?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Ashley lays her hand on my leather-clad thigh. “I’m sorry you had such a traumatic experience babe. I would really like to know why you were running around the streets of Los Angeles in this very revealing…outfit, but I can see that you’re not up to talking right now.” She slides her hand a little higher up my thigh.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I snarl.

“Shh baby, I know what will make you feel better. Did I mention how sexy you are in these?” I glare at her with my death ray eyes.

“I’m busy driving Ashley.”

“Well if you’re just too traumatized, and too…chicken.” She whispers deviously.

Death rays turn up to level ten. I squint at Ashley, trying to dissolve her with all my might, doesn’t work, so I settle for the next best thing. I reach around and grab the back of her head and thrust her forcefully into my leather-clad lap.

“Don’t ever call me chicken after I walked the streets of Los Angeles for hours in chaps with my bare ass chaffing a brick wall for you!” I thrust my crouch into her face.

“Yes ma’am.” I hear murmured from between my legs.

Ashley doesn’t fight to get up; she takes my zipper between her teeth and pulls down, baring the skin of my mound. I’m suddenly awash with feelings of lust, proof of which can be provided by my suddenly soaking pussy. What I hadn’t realized about the chaps I’m wearing is that the zipper doesn’t stop at the center of the crotch, it goes all the way back to where the leather ends, splitting the chaps in two, and efficiently exposing my dripping sex. I gasp as Ashley’s nose grazes my clit as she pulls the zipper till the teeth completely separate.