One day I was sitting in my car, a 1965 Pontiac Bonneville, wanking off as I often did near a bus stop. Always hoping someone would see me, but never daring to get caught, I always tucked my stuff away when people walked nearby, which was almost never.
On this day, however, a crowd disembarked, and I was yanking away, my pants around my ankles, oblivious. Suddenly, there was a knock at my window. Startled, I pulled my t-shirt down to cover myself. A cute girl of about 20, blonde, flat-chested, motioned for me to roll down my window. My pulse raced. Had she seen me? Freaked out, I obeyed her.
She held up a camera and said in a thick German accent, 'May I take photo of car?'
My car! Of course! She was a German tourist or student or something, and was just admiring my car. Relieved, I nodded yes, then rolled up the window. As she moved to the middle of the street to take the photo, a friend joined her, a brunette, big-titted with long hair. Where had she been? Had she seen me jacking off?
After a couple of snaps, the two moved off to the side of the street and waved, but before they continued on their way, the brunette made a masturbatory hand gesture, which caused both girls to burst out laughing.
They had seen! But how much? I now regretted that I hadn't shot my load yet, which I now did with great gusto, squirting my load all over the steering wheel and my thighs...