The Innova’s cabin was packed tight with luggage. Andi drove up front with their three-year-old. In the middle row, Lia, in a loose, flowing *daster*, was squeezed hip-to-hip with Dede, Andi’s office friend. The thin fabric of her G-string was a secret against her skin.

“Bet you can’t sit on my lap for the whole hour to the next rest stop,” Dede whispered, his voice low. “If I can hold you, you ride me to Yogyakarta and I buy dinner.”

Lia, feeling bold and confined, agreed. She settled onto his thighs. The first thirty minutes were a test of stillness. Then, Dede’s hand, under the guise of adjusting, brushed her outer thigh. His fingers traced higher, finding the hem of her *daster*. He palmed her ass cheek through the G-string’s floss, feeling her tense, then relax.

His other hand crept upward. He found the full, heavy curve of her 42DD tit through the thin cotton. He squeezed, his thumb circling her nipple until it was a hard peak. Lia bit her lip, a soft sigh escaping. Emboldened, Dede’s middle finger slid down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her G-string. He found her slick, swollen pussy lips. He rubbed slow circles on her clit, feeling her hips make tiny, involuntary grinds against his palm. Her first orgasm hit silently, a shuddering contraction around his probing finger.

Andi glanced back. “Everything okay?”

“Just cramped,” Lia managed, her voice strained.