Fucking Myself On The I-10 East

My period is just about to start, so of course I'm hornier than I've ever been. Being this horny just means I'm being reckless and don't even care who sees me.

Prepping for my road trip means charging all my vibrators, my weed pens--yes, "all" (plural!), and making sure I am wearing the thinnest bike shorts I've got and a cropped tank top that barely covers me with absolutely nothing else on but socks and my Crocs.

I pull up some murder podcasts and start the journey. Nothing out of the ordinary just yet. LA traffic is heavy and I'm being stupidly shy, as it's a big city but also in some ways a small town and the last thing I want is to be recognized for having my tits out on the 10 in DTLA!

I'm finally about to pass the windmills outside of Palm Springs, and have all-the-while been pulling my top down as far as it could go and teasing my nipples: for two and a half hours straight! One of the tank top straps has fallen down and won't stay up and my porcelain skin makes me feel like I'm Agnès Sorel just showing off my favorite tit.

I drive like this for quite some time until I need to stop for gas. What I don't do is stop to fix the strap on my tank top! I get out to fill my car up and an older, balding gentleman with his pickup truck gasps when he sees me. I smile sheepishly but make no effort to cover anything up. Between him staring and the desert breeze, it's making my nipples so hard they're popping out of the light grey material of the top I had purposefully chosen as it hides nothing.

I go about my business filling my little car up acting like nothing is awry. I get back into it and then just swipe my hand along my slit. It's so hot and wet. I have like three more hours to go so I continue to take it slow but start fucking around a bit more.

The highway is only two lanes on either side for a while now with a median in the middle. When there aren't too many cars on my side and no one's passing me, I rip my tank-top down exposing both breasts. I lick my fingers and swipe them across each nipple. The breeze from the vents perks my nipples right up but so does the fact that any trucker going the opposite direction can definitely see me. I barely pull up the tank anytime anyone comes to pass me but about 40 minutes out, it's all too much. I can't stand it.

I dig out my vibrator and stuff it up my shorts. I pull my top down and now I'm not bothering to hide it from anyone. The shame is, I don't think anyone saw, anyway. I was bucking up and down in my driver's seat ensuring my vibrator was rocking atop my clit. I'm approaching a semi now and I think he is looking in his side view mirror; it was hard to see with the sunset reflecting as well. But I couldn't stop. I was bucking out of my seat, my tits bouncing, gasping, "I can't stop. I can't stop. I can't stop." As I came, I was powerfully writhing and took a second to pinch each nipple--and even though I knew it was cumming, I still gasped when I did it.

I did nothing to hide now. Traffic was building. Downtown Phoenix was in the distance. My tits are out, sunglasses on, cruising in the left lane, not paying any attention to anyone that might be paying me some. I'm too busy feeling hot as fuck and so turned on. I have to be as slutty as possible because I have 18 minutes until I get to my hotel for the concert I came out for.

I can't wait to be slutty as fuck tomorrow night. I'm wearing a tiny, jean mini-skirt and absolutely no underwear and the same grey crop tank that will so conveniently fall off my shoulder and refuse to stay up again but this time in a giant crowd of people who absolutely will be able to see and hopefully touch me.

I've missed you all! I will be posting more because I'm so desperately horny and need a release and haven't matched with anyone on tinder that I want to fuck yet. xoxo