Her hands trembling, she begins to fumble with the buttons on her blouse, quickly revealing her lace-covered breasts. She looks up at him nervously, wondering what he thinks of them. They're small and perky; American girls are supposed to have huge ones... but maybe he prefers hers? The thought sends a shiver through her body as she undoes the rest of her buttons and slips the blouse off her shoulders.

Her skirt comes next, revealing her black lace panties beneath. She bites her lip anxiously as she waits for his reaction to them, praying that they're enough for him... praying that he'll help her get back home safely.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. As he takes off her panties, she blushes even deeper and tries to cover herself with her hands, but it feels awkward and foolish. There's no denying that she wants this; needs him to touch her... But at the same time, she can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable without any protection between them.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he approaches her again, his hardness pressing against her through his jeans. Desire surges through her body, making her wet with anticipation. She knows that giving herself to him like this is dangerous... but it's also the only way she can think of getting home right now.