You're a rascal!! You've invited me to your new car I'll show you under my dress and open my legs easy just for you

Your hand rests on the gear knob, your fingers fiddling with the lever, and you look at me with that rascal smile I already know well. The door slams shut, sealing the world outside. The air conditioner hums low, barely a murmur, and I notice the silence growing denser between us. You don't say anything yet, just watching me, waiting. My skirt has pulled up a bit as I sit down, and I feel the hem rub against my thighs, a reminder of how easy it would be to let yourself be seen under my skirt.