ohhhh thinking about steve in the beamer, his precious beamer. thinking about how his hands would look when drives because i know he drives so loose. there's not a tense bone in his body, he's in his element. guiding the steering wheel gingerly, not driving the car but coaxing the car. thinking about how his thighs would fall apart so naturally as his body relaxes. thinking about his huge hand wrapping around the gear shift to maneuver, thinking that if he gets real relaxed he might move his right hand to your thigh, thumb petting across your jeans, you can feel the raw heat of his palm through the denim, his other hand confidently slung over the steering wheel at 12 o'clock, fingers languid, not a care in the world, almost cocky as pushes 85 on the interstate.
