Reverse car experience
I'm wearing a short tee shirt dress and a co-worker
with whom I have been flirting for months and I are going
a distance for a business meeting. I am doing the driving,
going with the flow of traffic...about 80 mph.
We have digressed to one of our "suggestive"
conversations. I can feel my cunt reponding to his teases.
I shift in my seat and deliberately ignore that my dress
has risen several inches up my bare legs. He takes this as
a possible cue and tentatively places his hand on my thigh,
then removes it. I tell him to put his hand back.
He touches, then caresses, first the top of my thigh, then
little by little, he is petting my inner thigh. I shift again
to move my legs further apart.
Meanwhile, there are not just more and more cars on the highway
as we get closer to the city; there are all those big suvs
and 18 wheelers. He is watching nervously to see who might
be passing us, or we passing them, and pulls away several
times for fear the people in the other vehicles will see
what he is doing.
But nobody on this highway knows who we are. We are far from
home. I tell him several times to ignore the other people,
that I didn't care if they saw.
This just made him rock harder. His fingers get bolder and
slip under the edge of my thong to touch my wettness, to use
my wet to make me wetter still. (Thank goodness for cruise
control, so I only had to concentrate on steering). I reached
over and pressed on his cock through his pants, messaging
up and down as he moved his fingers from inside me to around
my clit, over and over.
By now, my dress is raised high enough to make visible everything
he is doing to me and surely nothing about my handling his
cock through his pants are secret. Vehicles have cruised
right next to us for moments at a time and watched the sex
in our car. For several minutes, big trucks paced my car.
I stole glances up...I didn't want them to know I was
watching them watch me...and saw intrigued, happy men.
How much hotter did that make me!
He backed off a moment ( we had been talking about the men
and the watching and how he had no idea that not only was I
not a prude as he had thought, but that I was also an exhibitionist!
I told him, I hadn't thought I was an exhibitionist
either, but that this was great.) He was again teasing me,
touching, entering, bringing me almost to climax and backing
off. Finally, there was no retaining any decorum; he was
ready to make me cum and my hips raised to meet his hand. For
this I neglected him, I needed two hands on the wheel. I started
to cum and actually screamed when I did, I was totally throbbing.
I think I scared him with the scream and he pulled his hand
away. I had to be touched, so I held my own cunt, riding the
throbs until they slowed. He told me the truck driver pacing
us had just mouthed, thank you.
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