The girl in the traffic jam

A Sexual Fantasy

— By Selynne

I' m in traffic. I' m driving with friends to spend the day at the beach. It's hot. I look in my rearview mirror. In the car right behind me, a girl is listening to music. She is wonderful. She looks powerful. She is dancing with her hands while listening to the bit. She is singing. From the speed of her lip movement, I can tell it's rap music. I' m captivated. I no longer listen to the discussion of my friends in the car. I can't take my eyes off the girl I secretly admire in my rearview mirror. The movements of her hands and lips attract me. I want them on my body.