Alice purred a bit, wiggling back into his hand. "We should be good, or the driver will go and tell the paparazzi about you." She moved off of him, licking her lips and chuckling.
"We're close to home, don't worry." She wiggled a little bit, flush with amusement and arousal. After a moment she reached over to cup his groin, checking to see if the driver was going to react. After a moment, when he didn't, she figured the man couldn't see what she was doing.
"That sandwich was pretty good," she beamed, right hand groping faintly.