The ride after that is smooth. You keep the car at a relatively constant speed while Vivian manages the steering. The winding roads of Palau are no match for your one-two driving combo.
Of course, the bumpy roads have another effect. Vivian's butt keeps bouncing against you, and your body's reaction is inevitable.
The beast is awakened. You can't help yourself. As Vivian navigates, you reach up, running your palms along her sides. She's thin enough that you can nearly encircle her waist with both hands. You rub her up and down, the velvet of her gothic-style dress soft and warm in the sunlight streaming through the windshield.
"Mmm~" Vivian can't stop herself from letting out a sensual little moan. She quickly composes herself. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," you lie. You rub her board-flat chest in lazy circles.
"This is preposterous," she says. "We're supposed to be paying attention to the road."
"You are," you say. "I'm just the pedal-pusher." You turn your face down and nuzzle her neck.
Vivian startles in your lap when you begin to suckle on her, and the car lurches to the left as she momentarily loses control. "Alabaster..." she whines, growing desperate.
"Focus on driving," you say. "I'll just be back here, playing with you..."
You reach around her front, pushing your palm beneath the tight collar of her dress. The fabric clings to your hand like a form-fitting glove as you rub her bare chest. She isn't busty enough to need a bra, so you can fondle her to your heart's content.
Her nipples are like two tiny stones, erect and firm between your fingers. You can feel her ribs underneath, and still further down, her flat tummy. You suck salaciously on her neck as you molest her fragile body. Vivian raises her chin and arches her back to give you better access, gyrating against you, getting into these violations in spite of herself.
"Jerk me off," you say, voice low with lust.
"Alabaster, we can't. We can't."
"I don't care. Jerk me off."
Vivian gulps audibly. She takes one hand off the wheel and reaches down between the junction of her legs, pushing aside her dress to reach your crotch. She unzips your jeans, and fishes out your pulsing cock. It stands proudly at attention, jutting up almost to the base of the steering wheel.
Vivian's grip is weak and her palm isn't even enough to completely envelop your shaft, but the forbidden nature of the act makes it all the sweeter. You inadvertently speed up as Vivian tugs on your drooling member and you give her a series of wet hickeys.
"Fuck, that feels so good..." you tell her. "Just like that. Make me cum."
Your fun doesn't last long. Suddenly, you become aware of a police cruiser behind you. Your heart sinks. Worse still, it pulls into the adjoining lane, speeding up to pull alongside.
This is bad. How much prison time is it for letting a minor drive while she gives you a sloppy handjob?
You reach up and put your hands on the steering wheel, pretending to be the vehicle's main operator. You hope that's enough to fool the cop if he glances over.
But what you can't hide is your throbbing cock, or Vivian's continued tugging on it. You want to tell her to stop, but the delirious sensations of pleasure coursing through you are too much.
She must know the risk, too, but she can't stop either. Vivian masturbates you shamelessly.
The cruiser is right beside you. You glance out the window. The officer glances back at you. And as he nods, smiling warmly at what appears to be a loving brother letting his little sister pretend to drive, you blow a smelly, creamy load in Vivian's tiny palm.
Your jaw hangs slack and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you orgasm. Luckily, the cruiser passes before the officer has a chance to see that as well.
Vivian licks up your slimy cum, slurping it from between her fingers, as you arrive at your destination.