Giving a Helping Hand

As part of my university course I had to spend some time actually working in a company to get some real experience. Often the uni would partner us up with other students in the class so that we could support each other and travel to and from the work place together. I got partnered up with Claire, a girl in on my course who I always had got on well with. She was tall, pretty and a little posh, non of which were my usual type! We got on well and had fun during our uni course but I hadn't really spent any one on one time with her so was looking forward to getting to know her as well as pick her brain about the work as it went along.  I was lucky in that Claire had her own car, a luxury for students, and so she would pick me up outside house me and my mates were renting and drop me off at the end of the day. Over the course of the work experience I was doing really well in contrast to Claire who was struggling a bit. The journeys home often ended up with me providing some moral support and trying to have a laugh so she didn't get too down about it.  On one of our journeys home after a tough week we were both on a bit of a high after getting through another full week unscathed. We were happy and flirting, something which had increased over the course of the month we had been together working. We had progressed to flirty looks and comments, me mentioning what she would wear, and her dismissing my advances in a flirty way. On this journey one friday I was commenting on the tight, beige khaki shorts she was wearing and the dark blue vest top she had on which was a little loose and revealing. She looked at me out the corner of her eye as she was driving and laughingly told me I loved it. I smiled back and had to nod in agreement, not really taking my eyes of the top of her breasts that bounced with every road bump we hit. For some reason I got all brazen and said how they were making me just want to reach out and touch them. To my shock she smiled and said, almost daringly, "go on then!". I couldnt believe it. I know she wasn't joking, and I knew we'd created a lovely level of trust together over the course of the last 4 weeks or so, and I guess we were just really comfortable with each other. I reached over and slid my hand down the top of her breast so I was was cupping it from the top. They were so smooth. Soft and smooth. I was able to work her nipples in between my fingers whilst also cheekily lifting her breast up so I could see them down her top. All of this was done with both of us giggling and smiling about what we were doing. It makes me hard just remembering this, just as it did back then, and so she reached over and gave me a squeeze of my cock over the shorts I had on. I let out a groan of approval. I shifted a little so my cock was pointing down my leg so she could continue which she did without request. I continued to squeeze her breast and to pinch her nipples, reaching over so I wouldn't get in the way of her driving. Her left hand continued to squeeze my cock and ever so slightly she started to rub her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. It was heaven. As she was now giving my cock some attention I thought it only fair for me to give her pussy some attention. Her eyes grew larger but her smile remained as I slid my hands down to the button and flys of her shorts, tugging them open and moving so I would be able to put my hand down. She shifted in her seat and her legs spread that little bit more. I slid my hands down outside her panties and I could feel the heat before I even touched the wet lining of her panties. She was soaking and couldn't help herself from groaning as I gently rubbed her pussy. We were both getting ridiculously horny doing this. I think I even ended up pulling my cock out so she could grab it properly, both of us just wanting to take things further. In the back of our minds I know we both had to retain a certain level of dignity and we knew when to back off in that journey. She had a boyfriend at the time, someone who I knew, and if we had continued back at my house it would have got very messy. We continued to flirt and touch most journeys home, and Im pretty sure those journeys we were got us both through that tough work.