Our SUV flies up the highway deep into the night for a weekend away, and getting a head start on Thursday night feels urgent and sexy. The vibration generated by rubber against bitumen was no help to my already aching pussy that has been craving attention for more than two weeks.

You feed me crackers, a dinner substitute, fuelling the urgency. But I am a mess, a hot mess, and can’t keep things tidy even for a moment, so you brush the crumbs from my top as I grip the steering wheel, but you catch my erect nipple with your watch band, sending a slice of electricity direct to my throbbing clit that is receiving the ill-timed message that a good fucking is imminent.

I can’t take it anymore. I indicate left. Rest stop. Next exit.

I pull on the handbrake, and you ask what has triggered this unexpected stop. I kill the engine, and we are in complete darkness. I flick the seat lever and push back as far as the driver’s seat will go, and hoist my skirt, I reach for your hand and place it on my pussy – wet knickers give me away.

I let my arm stretch over the gearshift and follow the heat. Your body has already reacted – we will not make it to the hotel for round one.

Belts are undone, underwear removed, and a warm car steams up the windows, a delicious contrast to the icy breeze outside. I leap for the passenger seat and impale myself on your stiff cock.

Your strong hand on my back guides me and we fuck like it’s been months not weeks. Hungry, sweaty and building steadily.

I am focusing on the feeling of you deep inside me and pressure is building nicely. I am so ready to come, and you - I know you… You will burst at the seams when our energy matches each other.

I’m teetering, and a flash of light briefly glints across our gently rocking car, allowing me to see the pleasure pasted all over your face, so I smile back at you. But the light returns, this time bright, highbeam-esque, and I want to come, but noise fills our ears – the sound of a truck engine pulls up behind us, blaring its horn, breaks screeching to a halt. My skin crawls and my pussy clenches, frightened.

Illuminated to the left of the car is a sign I can no longer ignore – ‘highway access – exit here’. The horn blares once more, indicating now loud and clear, we are blocking the road. The truck’s impatience matches that of my dear pussy who is left wanting, and will have wait just a little longer to reach the point of ecstasy…