Knight came out to the car, put his laptop in the backseat and came around to open the driver's side door for me.
Grabbing him by his tie and pulling him in for a kiss I told him, "I'm driving tonight."
Knight gave me a confused look because I almost always have him drive, but he closed the driver side door, and got in the passenger seat.
As we got away from traffic and away from the busy part of the city, I told him to lean his seat back a bit, and unbutton/unzip his slacks.
He froze. (things you should know-- We drive a big SUV. We're high off the ground. Only semi trucks can see in our car, our windows are tinted, he works in a small town, we live 45 minutes away in an even smaller town. Even during rush hour, there isn't much traffic.)
"Two choices," I told him, "Either do it, or as soon as we get past this light, I will pull into the (nature preserve) parking lot, get out of this car, and do it for you."
He undid his pants.
Then, I told him to put his hand out. I had hidden a bottle of my homemade cinnamon massage oil in the driver's side door. I pulled that out now, and poured some into his hand.
"Put on a show for me while we drive home. You're not allowed to come."
Again, my knight sat there with oil in his hand, not sure what to do. He was already starting to get hard.
"Do I need to help you?" I asked him. Again, my knight sat there with oil in his hand, not sure what to do. He was already starting to get hard.
He still sat there unmoving, but again, his quickly hardening cock gave away his thoughts.
I reached over with my free hand to move his oil covered hand and help him get started.
As we approached the stop light he started to cover up, and I told him not to. I wanted him to continue what he was doing.
"You're fine. You don't need to worry about traffic, I've got it. The only thing you need to be concerned with right now, is what I want."
For the next 30 minutes he stroked himself while I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Every so often I told him to take a break, speed up, lean up so I could see better, or otherwise change things up.
As we came up on the center of town we live in, I considered telling him to cover up, but changed my mind. There was very little traffic on the road. I kept to the right lane so that if anyone passed us they would pass on my side. With the tinted windows nobody can see in. He was getting a little closer to orgasm than I wanted him, so I told him to stop. He obviously enjoyed riding through town with is cock hanging out.
We got through town, and I made the turn on to the two lane road that leads to our turn off. Once we made that turn, I turned things up a bit. Since there was no traffic, I was able to lean over and stroke him. He leaned up and toward me so I could reach better.
"I'm paying more attention to the road than I am you. Tell me if you get to close. I'm going to be pissed if you make a mess in the car," I told him.
After a few minutes I told him to get back into his seat and do it himself.
About 3/4 of the way to our turn off there is an empty field. I pulled to the side of the road, and stopped the car. He watched, as I got out of the car, closed the driver's side door and came around to open the passenger door. I left the door open, and edged him for a minute. I left the passenger side door open as I walked back over to the driver's side. He didn't rush to close the door. I think he was to stunned to even think about it, but I knew there was nobody there. I got back in the car and told him to close his door. As we got back onto the road, I told him there was a towel in the glove box, it was time to get cleaned up and dressed.