She thought she could handle going out like that—until her body begged
She went shopping with nothing under her hoodie… and the teasing heat nearly overwhelmed her before she reached the car.
By the time I stepped outside, I was shaking.
Warm air wrapped around my bare thighs, but it did nothing to calm the frantic pulse between my legs. Every movement made the hoodie brush exactly where I needed pressure, and the frustration was unbearable. I could feel wetness sliding higher with each step, my body screaming for release.
I just needed to get to the car.
My keys felt slippery in my hand, fingers trembling as I tried to hurry across the car park without looking like I was about to fall apart. Each step sent a jolt through me, the fabric of the hoodie catching, dragging lightly over my swollen clit, teasing me so cruelly I almost moaned out loud.
Halfway there, I had to stop.
My thighs clenched on instinct, a wave of heat rolling through me so intense my vision blurred. I pressed my lips together, breathing hard, pretending to check my phone while inside I was seconds away from losing control. The idea of someone walking past, having no idea how wet I was, how ready I was to cum, only made it worse.
I forced myself to move again, practically speed-walking to the car.
When I finally reached it, I fumbled with the door, nearly dropping the keys. The moment it clicked open, I slid inside and yanked it shut, collapsing back against the seat with a desperate, shaky breath.
Safe.
Alone.
My hand was already between my legs.
The heat there was shocking, my fingers slipping through slickness instantly. The first touch made me gasp, hips lifting off the seat, the relief so sharp it was almost painful. I rubbed tight, fast circles over my clit, everything inside me coiled so tight I could barely breathe.
“Fuck…” I whispered, head tipping back.
All the teasing, all the tension from the shop, the cold air, the eyes on me—it all crashed together at once. My body pulsed, trembling, pleasure building so fast it scared me. I clamped one hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds as the pressure crested hard and sudden.
I came with a full-body shudder, hips grinding into my palm, waves of heat rolling through me so strong I could feel them in my toes. I squeezed my thighs around my hand, riding it out until I was shaking, panting, utterly spent.
When it finally eased, I slumped back in the seat, heartbeat still racing, hoodie clinging damply to my skin.
I’d never been that desperate in public before.
And the worst part?
I already knew I wanted more.
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