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As tensions rise, someone must fall.

So I'll say something if a party is getting out of hand. Speaking of hands. Fondling is fine. Hand jobs are OK, if they're discrete. I'll even let the occasional blow job go without remark.

But if it looked like things might get out of hand, like the three guys who started with a circle jerk and then were blowing each other one Saturday night, I'll say something. I almost let them go on, too, though I was afraid of the mess three gushers might make all over the back of the car. Then they started fingering each other's asses. That's when I interrupted them.

"Uh, guys," I said. "You might want to read the sign on the back of my seat."

"Oh, we don't mind," one said, cheekily. "We've been filmed before."

But they did stop and button up for the rest of the ride.

Another night a girl took off her seatbelt, bent over, lifted her skirt, and pointed her ass at her boyfriend. That was brazen. More brazen than I can imagine being in the back of someone else's car. And I can be pretty brazen. The guy started rimming her with this tongue and fingering her pussy. She was moaning loudly. I thought about warning them and asking her to buckle up. Then he took out his cock and started stroking it as he continued to fuck her with his other hand and tongue. I have to admit. It was pretty damn hot. When he unbuckled and kneeled down on the seat behind her and pressed his dick against her asshole, though, that was going a little too far, for safety's sake, anyway.

"Uh, guys," I said. "I need you to buckle up until we get you where you're going safely. Hopefully, you can get a room there," I added with a laugh to try to soften the blow.

That put something of a damper on them, though they continued to make out and couldn't keep their hands off each other the rest of the ride.

I heard a loud moan from the backseat. I glanced in the rearview mirror. It looked like John the rider had his hands between his lady friend's legs now.

I slowly turned the music up a little more. The beat had a real thump now. And when I glanced back her pelvis was tilting back and forth to the rhythm of the music.

I thought about telling them about the camera. A professional couple might appreciate the warning, I thought. But they were so into each other. And she seemed to really be enjoying it.

Really.

I felt myself getting wet. I slid my hand down the front of my pants and rubbed my pussy through the fabric. I played with myself slowly as I stole another glance at them.

Her hips were bucking pretty wildly now as his arm moved like a piston between her legs. She was getting a real good finger fucking. He was kneading one of her luscious breasts with his other hand. And their faces were locked in a passionate kiss.

I felt my clitoris harden and my pussy get wetter. I wedged my hand inside the front of my pants and diddled my clitoris softly. I played with myself a lot when I was driving. Sometimes to keep myself awake. Sometimes to actually get off. Often just for something to do. But not usually when I had passengers.

But I was really wet now. I slid my middle finger into my pussy and tilted my body toward the wheel to get a little better angle. My thumb stroked my clit. It probably wasn't a good idea to come while driving paying passengers. And I'd never done it before, despite seeing some of the things happening in my backseat that definitely turned me on. But for some reason, nothing had ever turned me on quite like this. I could have easily come right then, but I just edged a little and then backed off and relaxed as the rustling and moaning continued in the backseat, with my hand still in my pants, playing gently with my pussy.

As we approached the airport, I heard her moan loudly over the music and thrash around in the backseat. I glanced up to see her thighs tightly gripping his arm as an orgasm ripped through her body, and they fell into a deep embrace.

I almost came then, too, but took my hand out of my pants.

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