“You owe me big time after that,” Judith told Toby as she reversed out of the driveway.

“I’m sorry, Jude,” Toby said, “But we couldn’t keep putting it off forever.”

“Yeah, well, if your mom wasn’t putting me down all the time… She’s not so bad when you’re around, but she really gets the knives out when she manages to corner me alone.”

Toby stared out of the windscreen as Judith accelerated the car down the suburban street.

“Well, it’s over now,” Toby said, “And as I told you: that was yesterday, and we can do anything you want today. Or what’s left of it.”

It was early afternoon and they had a couple of hours driving before they reached home yet they sat in silence for a few miles until reaching the freeway.

“So, what do you want to do?” Toby asked, eager to placate Judith.

“I don’t know,” Judith said, glancing at the clock, “It doesn’t seem worth making a big detour, not if we want to be home by evening.”

“Well, it’s up to you.”

“You can just keep me entertained for the rest of the journey.”

“Your wish is my command,” he replied absent-mindedly.

“It is, is it?” Judith questioned, raising an eyebrow as she gave Toby a sideways look. Toby shrugged and then gave a small laugh.

“Anything to stop you complaining about my parents,” he replied with a smirk.

“Anything?” Judith questioned again, “Well in that case, you might as well take your shoes off. We’ve got a two hour journey to settle into.”

“Take my shoes off?” Toby asked, turning to look at Judith.

“Yup,” she replied, “It’s my wish and my command.”

Toby shrugged, tugged at his seatbelt to give himself a little more room and leant down to pull at his laces. He slipped both shoes off of his feet and pushed them to one side in the footwell.

“And your socks too,” Judith told him as he sat back into his seat.

“Why would I take my socks off?” he asked her.

“Because I told you to,” she said matter-of-factly without taking her eyes from the road.

Toby shrugged, leant forward, and pulled first one and then the other sock from his feet.

“What shall I do with them?” he asked.

“I dunno,” Judith replied, “Put them on the back seat, put them in your shoes. Whatever you like.”

Toby went to bend forwards to tuck his socks into his shoes but the seatbelt held him, so instead of releasing the tension he turned around and tossed them onto the back seat of the car.

He looked down at his bare feet and wiggled his toes and then rested them on the carpet in the footwell. He realised he’d never ridden barefoot in the car before.

Judith glanced over at him and smiled. “Undo your belt,” she said.

“My belt?” he queries.

“Your belt.”

Toby shrugged again and pulled the seatbelt strap off of his waist and unbuckled his belt. The leather flapped as the car rode over a bump in the road.

“And unbutton your jeans,” Judith instructed.

Toby was about to ask: “My jeans?” but stopped himself as he knew Judith would just confirm the instruction. He pushed the seatbelt strap down again and popped the button open. Judith glanced over as his fingers worked.

“And unzip them,” she said, looking back at the road.

Toby slid the zip down on his jeans and felt the stirring of an erection inside his briefs. Then, Judith reached her right hand over and slipped it into the opening at the front of his trousers. Her fingers resting on his penis, feeling it grow beneath her palm.

Toby’s arousal was increasing rapidly. Was she going to put him through this for the whole journey, driving with one hand down his trousers? He wasn’t sure he could cope with being teased for another hour and a half, but, on the other hand, it wasn’t exactly unpleasurable.

“It’s no good,” she said as his cock grew against her hand, “There’s no room in these jeans. You’ll have to take them off.”

“Take my jeans off?” Toby nearly said, but stopped himself again: he liked where this game was going too much to question Judith again.

She took her hand away from his briefs and Toby slipped his fingers into his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. He lifted himself in his seat and, giving himself some slack in the seatbelt, pushed his trousers off of his feet. He bundled them up and tossed them onto the back seat.

It was a surreal feeling, the warm air from the car heater flowing across his legs and the rough fabric of the seat on his thighs. But he was distracted from it all as Judith’s hand again reached over and rested on his rock hard penis, still straining against his tight briefs.

“That’s better,” she said with a smile. Toby mumbled something that was incoherent to either of them.

Judith’s hand gently rubbed his stiff shaft, occasionally straying down to his bare thigh. Her hands were cool and her touch was soft and delicate.

Toby sat and wondered how he was going to last the rest of the journey if she continued to stimulate him like this. The answer was: he wasn’t, and they both knew it and, as Judith felt his arousal taking hold of him, she took her hand away and put it back on the wheel.

“It’s quite warm in here, isn’t it?” Judith said casually.

“It is,” Toby replied, “Shall I turn the heating down?” He was impressed he was having anything like a normal conversation in the state he was in.

“Nah,” Judith replied, and then turned to him with a glint in her eye, “Why don’t you unbutton your shirt instead?”

Toby took a deep breath and began working at the shirt buttons. Judith kept her eyes on the road, but couldn’t help but glance over as each one popped open. When he was done, he arranged the two halves neatly over each other so they covered as much of his torso as possible.

Judith’s hand returned to Toby’s thigh and she ran it upwards, over the top of his briefs, and onto his stomach, disrupting the carefully placed fabric. As she slid her hand back towards her the shirt fell to Toby’s side and she glanced at his uncovered chest. She reached back again and rubbed his nipple gently with the back of her hand. His eyes closed as she teased it.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” she asked him. Toby nodded slightly, barely registering the question.

Her hand slid down his chest again and stopped on his briefs, her palm cupping the top of his penis. She could feel it pulsing beneath her and Toby’s chest rose and fell in deep breaths.

She continued driving like this for the next ten minutes, and Toby began to calm a little. This was pleasurable, and he longed to feel her hand moving on him, but, lightly resting as it was, at least he could cope with this level of stimulation. This was an entirely new way to pass a car journey, though.

Judith felt Toby regaining a modicum of control and replaced her hand on the wheel. She saw him sigh with a touch of disappointment and smiled to herself.

“That can’t be comfortable,” she said to him, “With those briefs squeezing against you.”

“Well, it’s…” Toby started, reluctant to let Judith follow this train of thought.

“Throw them on the back seat with the trousers,” she told him.

Toby took a deep breath, hooked his fingers into his waist and, lifting himself once more, he pushed his briefs down his legs and off of his feet. He tossed them onto his trousers behind him and straightened his shirt across his body to try to cover himself again.

Judith glanced over and smiled and her hand again returned to his thigh, her little finger resting against his scrotum. She could see the outline of his penis pushing his shirt back and forth as it bobbed.

They sat in silence for a few minutes as Toby got used to his near naked state, and the feeling of Judith’s finger against his testicle, occasionally stroking him gently but otherwise remaining motionless.

Judith took her hand away and Toby heard the clicking of the indicator as she pulled off of the freeway.

“Where are we going?” he asked her.

“I need to fill up,” she replied, staring pointedly at the fuel gauge.

Toby’s body tensed as they pulled up to the pump and he folded the unbuttoned shirt even tighter across his body.

“You’re going to leave me here like this?” he asked Judith as she opened the car door. A cool breeze blew in and washed across his bare legs and the hairs stood on end.

“You can come in with me if you like,” Judith replied with a grin. Toby shook his head vigorously.

Toby watched in the mirror as she walked around the car and began to fill the tank. He sat still in the seat, only moving his eyes to check that no-one was coming over to them. If anyone glanced in the window then they couldn’t fail to miss his bare legs, and the large bulge that the loose folds of his shirt barely covered.

Judith went to pay and it felt like an age for Toby. He tried to act as casually as he was able, doing anything he could to avoid attention. Although if anyone had seen his wide eyes then they might have suspected that something was wrong.

Eventually, Judith returned, and the cool air entering the car again reminded Toby just how bare his lower half was.

“I like this place,” Judith said to him, “They’re cheaper than the ones near us, and yet they always smile and say hello.” Toby wondered how she could talk about something so commonplace when he was sitting half-naked in the seat beside her.

She pulled away from the pump and rejoined the freeway, and within half a minute they were back up to speed. With nothing else to do than to keep the car in a straight line, Judith’s hand again returned to Toby’s thigh. He nearly jumped as he felt how cold it had gotten in the few minutes that she had been outside of the car.

“Sorry, babe,” she said, but, instead of removing her hand, she reached further over, placing her palm over his shaft. The coldness was refreshing and enhanced the sensation of her touch even further. His cock pushed against her hand. She slowly stroked it upwards and then trailed her fingers over Toby’s stomach, pulling the shirt open as she did so. She couldn’t help but glance across at his enormous erection.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said with a smile. Toby mustered a weak smile in reply. “We’ll be home in half an hour,” she added, casually rubbing her hand across Toby’s chest and pushing the shirt off of his shoulder. Toby closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

“Are you warm enough, hun?” Judith asked him.

Toby nodded, his eyes still closed.

“Good,” she continued, and tugged at the top of Toby’s shirt sleeve, “Then we can get rid of this at last.”

Toby’s eyes snapped open: she couldn’t be serious? If they passed anyone on the freeway then his bare torso would be obvious to see, and that would invite a closer look. He dreaded the idea of passing an SUV or anything with an elevated driving position from where someone would be looking down at his lap.

He was about to question Judith, but she added an authoritative: “Come on, we haven’t got all day.”

Toby compliantly leant forward and removed the left sleeve of his shirt. He twisted in the seat and pulled the seatbelt away to remove the right one. Judith turned to look at his naked body and smiled. She looked down at his erection and licked her lips and it waved in response.

“Put that on the back seat,” she instructed, indicating Toby’s shirt with her eyes.

Toby obeyed, his mind racing at the thought that he was sitting naked. His clothes were behind him, and if anything happened he’d never be able to reach them quickly enough. He was suddenly as nervous as he was aroused.

“I’m glad we found a way to pass the journey, at least,” Judith said, her hand almost automatically reaching over to gently cup Toby’s penis. Toby closed his eyes again, the sensation, and the situation, almost too much for him to control himself. A small whimper escaped from his lips as Judith’s fingers ran down his shaft.

Toby longed to feel Judith’s body against his, to have some control of the manner of timing of his release, and he reached over and put a hand on her thigh.

“Hey, buddy,” she said, picking his hand up and putting it back beside him, “I’m driving.”

She replaced both hands on the steering wheel and Toby’s breathing recovered to something closer to a normal rate. From time-to-time, Judith would reach her hand across and stroke the tip of his penis, or tease a nipple gently, and Toby would arch his back, urging her to continue. But each time she would withdraw her hand again.

Sometimes she would talk: about the weather, about what they had to do tomorrow, about the weekend… and Toby felt the situation was ever more surreal as his arousal consumed him. He was unable to respond in any coherent manner, although he would occasionally nod or give a “uh-huh” in agreement, not really registering what he was agreeing to.

He was almost oblivious to the outside world when he realised that Judith was turning into their driveway. She parked the car outside of their garage and quickly opened the door and stepped out. The cool late-afternoon air blew through the vehicle and Toby’s cock bobbed at even the smallest stimulus.

Toby sat motionless, wondering what he was supposed to do now. Judith opened the rear doors, reached in, and picked up his bundle of clothes.

“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”

Without waiting for an answer she strode across the gravel driveway towards the front door. Toby looked around him, wide-eyed: what if one of the neighbours was looking out of a window?

He watched Judith turn the key in the door and open it. And then, quickly, he made the decision that whatever happened, the one thing he didn’t want was to be locked out like this. He swung the car door open and put a foot out. The gravel felt sharp on his bare feet. Judith giggled as he bounded in an ungainly fashion towards her, his erection bouncing with each stride. She held the door open for him and he dashed inside.

Now safely inside, he didn’t know what to do with himself, and he turned to face Judith, suddenly even more conscious of his nudity as she stood in front of him in her long trousers, short-heeled boots and loose blouse.

Judith stepped towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He instinctively put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. The cotton of her blouse felt amazing against the tip of his penis.

Judith leant upwards and placed a kiss on Toby’s lips. Their eyes closed, and then one hand left his neck, traced a line down his chest and stomach, and he felt it touch his thigh, and then, with a gasp, his balls were being gently cupped. He struggled to maintain the kiss as his breath disappeared from within him.

Judith broke away first, stroking her hand up his shaft and massaging the tip. Toby’s knees almost gave way and she giggled.

“Put the kettle on,” she told him suddenly, “You can get the bags out of the car later.”

Toby blinked in surprise. Was she never going to finish him off? He’d had an erection for over an hour and a half and was desparate for relief.

“Unless you’d rather get the bags out now?” Judith asked teasingly.

“No!” he said suddenly, and turned to the kitchen. For a moment he was about to turn back and ask if he could get dressed now, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to. Surely, after she’d finished her tea, Judith would finish what she’d started… surely.