Only in America

When she was twenty-five, America Ortega, Boss of the Third Street Saints, discovered a new way to relieve tension.

Tera sat next to her in the passenger seat of the chemical truck, hands worrying the edge of her miniskirt as they climbed Mount Claflin. Eventually, America sighed. "What?"

The scientist glanced her way, trying to smile and failing horribly. "I'm just...really nervous."

"It'll be fine. I can kill anything Ultor throws at us."

"Not about that! About the interview! I just know I'm going to fuck it up somehow...my muscles are clenched so tight I feel like I'm going to snap in half."

America looked away from the winding road to the curvaceous scientist, not-unimpressive breasts heaving against her lacy top. America pursed her lips. "Okay. I have an idea that might help you relax. Lean back, close your eyes, and pull up your skirt."

Instead, Tera's eyes went wide. "What?"

"Hey, do you trust me or not?"

Tera bit her lip, then sighed. "Fine." She hiked up her skirt and slightly parted her thighs, revealing lacy pink panties. She forced herself to screw her eyes shut when America took one hand off the wheel, gently but firmly rubbing them. "Nn...are you sure this is a good idea..."

"Professor? Shut the fuck up and relax..."

America kept her eyes on the road, but her right hand kept rubbing until she felt Tera's thighs unclench. When they did, she slid higher, slipping under the biologist's panties to be rewarded with hot, moist skin. Tera jumped when the Latina's palm rubbed her clit on its way down, two fingers sliding up and down between the steadily moistening lips. When they curled inside, Tera let out a moan.

America had to fight down a groan herself; even with the angle, she was amazed at how tight the fit was. "Don't get a lot of down time, do we, Doc?"

Tera's only response was a whimper, then again when America's thumb teased along the outside of her lip. Even from the driver's seat, America could hear the sucking sound as her fingers drove in and out of Tera's dripping snatch. She began to curl them tighter, finding the soft, spongy flesh at the top of the scientist's channel, and Tera bucked, one hand grabbing at America's wrist while the other dug into the seat back. America kept up the pressure, reveling in the feel of the tight wet heat until Tera moaned, her body going rigid and a flood of moisture coating America's hand and staining the scientist's already-soaked panties.

America withdrew her hand gently, sucking the cream from her fingers with a satisfied hum. "Mm, I think I just made an important scientific discovery...you taste fucking delicious..."

Tera's only response was to loll her head to the side.

When they arrived, America had to prod Tera's side. "Hey! Time to go to work."

Tera stretched, then, as if suddenly feeling the dampness in her panties, shot straight out of her seat. "Right. Um...let's go."

"More relaxed now?"

Tera blushed, bashfully avoiding America's eyes. "Yesmuchbetterthankyou," she muttered.

America grinned. "Well, if this goes as bad as you think, when we're done I might have to relax you even more..."

Tera's blush deepened as she dropped from the truck. America exited with a smile. Something told her Ultor wouldn't be the only ones getting exposed today...