Scarlett had been driving home when she felt something unexpected. She'd just had an amazing sexual experience with Jon, something that she was sure was as good, if not better than anything else she'd ever had. After she'd woken up, the blonde starlet slipped from the hospital room, wanting her lover to sleep and recover. He had, after all, just had surgery.
It was at least an hour later, while she was on the freeway, that the feeling began. It was a feeling she knew very well, but she'd never before experienced it while driving.
Scarlett was having sex.
Well, Scarlett wasn't really having sex. But down below, where things really counted, Scarlett could feel movement, rubbing, thrusting, heaving, all feelings that she associated with sex.
Quickly pulling to the side of the freeway, Scarlett took stock of her situation as her breath began to quicken. Maybe she was just remembering her time with Jon. It had been intense, after all. It could be that her body, her hormones, were giving her a sexual version of instant replay.
Somehow she doubted that. This felt different, like something that was happening right then and there. Her body was on fire. The heat of friction, the heat of passion, both were quickening her breath even more. She felt the rising sense of an approaching orgasm, held tightly to the steering wheel, a flash of her co-star Chris Evans' face flashed before her eyes, and she began to cry out.
"Yes! Chris! Yes!"
Scarlett Johansson collapsed in exhausted ecstacy. When her mind began to clear, she took stock of herself, parked on the side of the freeway, panties soaked, hair dishevelled, and uttered the only thing she could think of.
"What the fuck was that?!"
