I’m still not sure why I pulled off the road and into that grim little lay-by. There was a private school about half a mile back, and it reminded me of my school days. Now and then I’d seen students in their PE kits running in the light rain in the opposite direction to my line of travel. Not a teacher in sight of course.
Our nuns would send us out on cross country runs when they couldn’t be bothered to do anything else. They’d sit in their little office smoking and drinking a foul mixture they called ‘coffee’ and waited for us to return, soaked to the skin and in the winter, a pleasant shade of blue.
Some of the girls I’d passed were obviously freezing. My car thermometer told me the outside temperature was 7 degrees. Fuck. More than one pair of cold-hardened nipples had been on view stick up hard against their tops as they ran. One girl was holding her boobs as she jogged along. Unless you have a well-fitting sports bra, believe me, running hurts!
Of course, I also knew that between their legs, a white creamy coating was being applied to their undies. That’s why girls always change panties for PE. Sweat and vaginal cream mixed up… you don’t want to be sitting in that all day!
In that lay-by, I just found the seat buttons and pressed “C”, this is my pre-programmed ‘sex-in-the-car’ button and lays the seat back almost flat.
I felt warm, cozy and almost sleepy, yet between my legs a pleasant buzz demanded my attention. At first, I just stroked myself lightly over the rapidly moistening material but then I decided I should take them off. And my skirt. And my top. Naked in my car. How decadent.
My boobs are unusually firm today and the nipples exquisitely sensitive. I can still see the holes where I had my piercings, and sometimes I wonder if I should maybe try again. I find nipple pain excruciatingly sexy. I flick one hard with a finger. The shockwave travels right down to my clit and from there to my hole. I already have a towel to sit on because squirting is inevitable.
My mind is wandering though. Miss Brain won’t lock onto an image, fantasy or scenario. I briefly consider masturbating over the runners I’ve just seen, perhaps imagining one of them seeing me and sitting in the passenger seat watching me do myself. Hmm… maybe.
Being watched, then? Yes, I think so. I think I’d like that. My fingers circle my clit in anticipation. My eyes close as I try to set the fantasy firmly in my mind’s eye. It seems to be working… of a sort. It’s fighting a little today. I dip a finger deep into my honeypot. My g-spot is exquisitely sensitive today. Maybe it’s her finger? Perhaps she can’t resist the temptation to touch another girl for the first time.
Yes, that may do nicely. I curl my finger and begin to stroke my g-spot. Almost immediately, I get that ‘need to pee’ feeling. God made a fabulous design decision when He placed a girl’s bladder right behind her g-spot. I arch my back. My left hand grabs my left boob and the nipple pokes between two fingers. I squeeze… hard. Hard enough to make me hiss with pain.
Down in the furnace of my sex an evil, red-eyed dragon awakes and flexes her back. Her deep, coal-red eyes glare balefully as she prepares to roar and send her tongue of flame through me. I let a finger stoke my bum hole and, being slick from my wetness I press it inside. I begin to write on the seat, and the dragon uncurls her mighty tail, braces her feet and inhales. Any second now.
The double tap on my driver’s side window makes my eyes snap open. The police officer stares through at me but it’s too late. The dragon roars and I cum violently and wetly staring into his eyes. I squirt in a large arc that misses the towel and hits the carpet. Great! My car will smell of cunt for days now! I simply can’t stop… and he doesn’t move.
Eventually the tide ebbs and I hastily pull my top and skit back on before raising my seat and taking a deep penitential breath, I open the window.
He says nothing. Then he tells me precisely what laws I have broken and what the possible penalties are… anything from a formal caution to going to court and up to five years! Plus the Sex Offenders Register! Oh fuck! I fear a long, tedious and frightening battle between my lawyer and the courts.
But then he smiles a warm open grin. “The thing is, Miss, it’s really hard to write a citation with an erection! I think you’d better be on your way.”
Yes, for a nanosecond, I did consider offering to help him out in return for his kindness, but I figured that I could just as easily have pissed him off further.
I drove off breathing deeply. Trouble? Yes, potentially, but what a rush! Every time I masturbate in public is a risk. Someone might not be content just to watch and may decide to try and rape me. Someone may take pictures and post them heaven knows where… ah, but that’s the buzz for me. Giving an elderly man the first thrill he’s had in decades… giving a teenage boy his first ever thrill! Making a girl question her sexuality just because she can’t tear her eyes away from my hand moving under my panties… yes, masturbating outdoors is risky, but that’s the rush for me.
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