The babe, a vision of innocence with her petite frame, squirms in her seat, her skinny legs rubbing together. Her panties, a delicate barrier, are no match for her growing wetness. She bites her lip, trying to hide her mounting desire, but her hand, with a mind of its own, slips beneath the hem of her skirt, seeking out the dampness that's soaking through her panties. She's a powder keg of tension, ready to explode.