Driving to Work Late One Night

My story is nothing compared to what most of the solo touch people have experienced.  Anyway, you all have led me to think back to exactly how I got to this point, over 40 years old and still doing things like when I was 18. Pleasing myself and exploring my body was natural to me from the time I was 14 on. But other than being lonely and mostly limited to solo sex, I did have a, few relationships. By the time I was 18, I fully accepted the fact that I liked other girls and was attractive to other girls who felt the same way, I started hanging with an amazing girl named Mary in my own high school. She graduated and went to college out of state, but we wanted to try to make it work. I found a late night job working at a local radio station and had really crazy hours. Trying to go to school and work while keeping up a long distance relationship? Yeah, not easy and it makes you do dumb things.  So one night I was driving back from my girlfriend’s, trying to make it to work. It was 9:30 at night and I had to be on the air by midnight. We had a few drinks with friends before I left, so within minutes I was nearly falling asleep at the wheel. I was drinking Dr Pepper, but the caffeine wasn’t enough for 2 hours on dark, mostly deserted country roads. I turned the radio up and my thoughts drifted back to Mary. I thought about having her with me now and what we would be talking about.  At that moment I felt like I was floating through the night on a cloud. I felt a tingle between my legs. Like I needed another distraction while trying to stay awake. Suddenly, it became as clear as a flashing neon sign on a cool dark night...you won’t be able to fall asleep if you’re aroused. Just thinking about it perked me up... how could I do this...should I try it with my jeans on. I didn’t have a change of clothes and only had time to drive straight to the studio where I worked.  I had a beach towel in the back of the car. It would be easy to slip off my jeans and panties and just cover the seat with the towel, and when I passed through any small towns, I could just leave enough laying on the center console to flip over my lap to cover up. Problem solved! I pulled over into the grass shoulder on a dark stretch of road, reached for the towel in the back of the car, slid one end under my butt then started to undress. My panties were already damp and stuck to my pussy a little when I pulled them off. I felt them and they weren’t too bad so I could still get away with wearing them again later. Pulling back onto the road, naked from the waste down, was exhilarating. I breathed in deeply, a little nervous about the chances of being pulled over by cops or being seen by somebody, but staying awake was the point of this experiment and I was committed. I drove with my left hand on the steering wheel and let my right hand rest between my legs, using my fingertips to softly brush the fine soft tufts of pubic hair at first, then sliding a finger down across my labia, pushing in to feel the moistness building up from within. I continued lightly stroking for a few minutes, the tingling feeling so good. I thought I might have trouble concentrating on my driving, but I was amazingly focused. I could see the street lights of the first small town coming up.   My car was a small car, low to the ground with almost no tinting I the windows. Anyone standing outside or sitting in a truck could easily get a full view of me naked. I didn’t care at this point. I had discovered gold. My fingers were a magic potion keeping me awake. I drove straight through the first town, not bothering to cover up. I had the chance to show off a little at a stop light with an SUV stopped on my right in a four lane section of road, but I pulled in behind it and just continued softly rubbing. But the excitement was there.  It was almost too stimulating. Without much time and effort I was super wet and felt so close to cumming, but I needed to stay awake! What if I came and then couldn’t keep going. I might be even more sleepy than before. I was excited almost as much now by the challenge of holding off my orgasm, sort of like a game I could play with myself.  And it worked. I held off, teasing myself with my fingers swirling tight circles around my exposed clit, bringing the feelings inside to a point like a wave about to break, then moving to just massaging my mons and inner thighs, alternating the intensity and never fully inserting a finger inside.  I kept it up for most of the way, nearly two hours, and felt a little rawness along one side of my clit. With that and getting closer to the city, I felt it was time to let the waves rise and crash over me. On a straight stretch of road, I took my left hand off the wheel and used my left leg to steer. I rubbed with my left middle finger up and down my swollen, wet lips a couple of times and then pushed it in firmly as deep as I could, shuddering at the feeling, then went crazy with my right hand rubbing on and along the side of my clit that wasn’t sore, cumming like crazy within seconds, gasping and quivering, almost driving off the road before grabbing the wheel with my right hand. I kept finger fucking myself and quickly came a second time.    When I showed up for work with five minutes to spare, I had dry panties on and slightly wrinkled jeans.  Other than that, no one would have known anything special had happened that night.  I never told Mary. She would have worried about me too much. She lived too far away to get my radio show, so she couldn’t hear my voice that night. The next Monday at the weekly review of my show with the station manager was a different story. He instantly picked up a change in my voice from the taped segments of me talking on the air, saying I sounded so natural and relaxed. He suggested that I keep doing whatever it was that made me that way. I did keep doing it and since most nights I had the studio to myself, I even figured out how to work it into my show.