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I hate traffic jams. And yes, you can ask “who doesn’t?”, but here’s the catch – at least when you’re in one alone, you can devote some time for yourself. I am not ashamed to admit that I sometimes sing along with radio very loudly when I am trapped in traffic – in the end, I have to entertain myself somehow. However, when you are driving with someone else, a car turns from a personal space to a prison cell – you have to share limited space with another person, consider their music taste, endure their perfume preference, hell – even hold your gas. And even though I have no trouble with the latter, the thought of myself slipping one day is kinda shameful. So, when I look at passenger seat, I’m always a bit terrified – like I’m once again in a student council room, fearing being nagged on for a minor mistake.
Shizune taps her fingers on the window screen, her mind probably wandering around, and her eyes unfocused.  I can’t blame her – after a long day at work, she is probably bloody tired – knowing her, she wouldn’t be happy if she and her subordinates weren’t half dead by the end of the day. So I don’t touch her – instead, I’m trying to focus on how to drive home through this sea of cars.
However, after several minutes of pure immobility, my boredom take the best of me. After all, she won’t bite – and probably needs to blow some steam, too. Even though today Shizune seems calm, I know that deep inside there might be an ocean of emotions – sometimes, she just doesn’t want to burden me with it. So, I tap her on the shoulder – our only way to start a conversation. Shizune turns, her gaze is now all on me.
“How was the day?” – I ask, not being able to come up with a better question. Signing would be a pain for a driver – thank god, Shizune learned to read lips. I secretly suspect that she knew it even before we met, though.
“Fine.” – she signs back.
“Just fine?”
“Yeah, fine. What else would you expect to hear?” - I can't tell if she's frowning or just tired.
“Dunno. Maybe, about how your colleagues are all incompetent buffoons – this story is never boring”
“No. They all worked hard today. I’ve been able to somewhat whip them into shape.”
“I see. I always knew your dad’s business was in the right hands. You must be proud.”
“I am.”
Whoa, what a fulfilling conversation. To be honest, I’m a bit stupefied – but not ready to concede.
“But what about that guy who couldn’t figure out how to turn on a pri…”
Shizune stops me with the most effective way – covering my mouth. Surprisingly, a smile forms on her tired face.
“Hisao, don’t. Just don’t. I don’t want to think about work when I’m with you. And don’t want you to think about my job either – this stuff is already taking years off my life, I don’t want you to stress out about it as well. At least, not today – these people don’t deserve to rob us of our time together”
Instead of answering, I simply smile back and take her hand. We sit couple of minutes in complete silence, until traffic finally allows me to move the car. After making it to next stoplight, I get a silly idea. Nah, it’s too weird. Don’t do it, Hisao. Before I’m able to stop myself, my mouth moves on its own.
“Shizune.”
“Yeah?”
Ah, fuck it. Here goes. If I die, at least it will be by the hand of the woman I love.
“You know, I’ve never seen you topless. I mean, I have,” – I catch Shizune’s dumbfounded look, and continue on- “but never, you know, in your working uniform.”
“What.”
“You know what I mean” – I feel myself reddening as if I ate a bowl of hot chili – “I was just imagining to myself, you in your office suite, but with jacket, shirt and bra off. I mean, it just sounds so hot. I just love your outfit, so maybe at home you can show me that thing, If you know what I mean.” – I start stumbling over my words; my eyes wander around the car, as if I’m trying to hide. – “Great weather today, isn’t it? Hopefully, it can stay till the weekend…”
Quiet rustling from the passenger seat interrupts my rambling. After  a moment of consideration, I throw a glance – only to find Shizune’s naked breasts staring right at me.
“Here” – Shizune’s smile is now ear-to-ear. – “Happy?”
I’m at a loss for words. Even though I’ve seen them countless times, her perky tits always make me feel like a kid at his first time.
“Yes” – I lick my coarse lips. A realization comes moments later – “Shizune, we’re in a middle of a traffic! Dress up, fast!”
“No” – She grins back.
“People will notice!”
“Let them see them, and envy you” – she laughs back – “You’ve been hoarding them all for yourself. Don’t you think it’s greedy?”
“Your breasts are not a commodity. They are my treasure. And treasures are supposed to be locked away”
“Oh, so they’re yours now? News to me. I think that they are still attached to my body – and that the world deserves them as much as you do!’
I make a vain attempt to cover Shizune with her jacket – she throws it to the back seat, along with the rest of her clothing.
“Hisao, I think I need a massage after a long day at work. Would you squeeze my boobs a bit? They got so sore sometimes, i just can't handle it.”
 “What?!” – I almost yell – “Don’t you see I’m driving?”
“Okay, honey. If you don’t do it in five seconds, I’m pressing them against the window. I think the guy to our left would LOVE to see them.” – Shizune extends her hand, and starts counting on fingers – “Five, fo…”
I extend my left arm, and grab her. Trying to concentrate on the road as her softness engulfs my palm is almost impossible, and I’m praying no one from nearby cars notices us. Shizune sits with a triumphant look on her face – I wish I would ever be so proud of being groped in public. She lets out a quiet moan as I squeeze her nipple. Finally, I let go as it looks like we’re about to escape the jam.
The rest of the road home flies by quickly. I sometimes throw glances at Shizune, and she always has this victorious grin, taunting me. After some time, she throws her hands behind her head, trying to look like she fell asleep. Needless to say, her tits are up in the air, trying as hard as they can to distract me from driving.
Finally, we arrive at our house. Before stopping, I turn to Shizune.
“Now, please dress up. Neighbors may notice you.”
My answer is silence. Shizune steps out before I reach to lock the doors. Crap.
Two teenagers on the bench watch in disbelief, as Shizune opens the back door, and reaches for the rest of her clothes. After she grabs them and her handbag, she turns to them, sticks out her tongue, and then walks to the door. I quickly proceed, seemingly embarrassed more than she is. The looks on their faces is not something I will not quickly forget.
Shizune meets me in the hallway – her hands holding up her tits. I don’t need no sign language to know what she means – I simply step to her and engulf her in my arms. God damn, I love this woman.