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Lunch Break in the Minivan

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: hairypalmblind Age: 33 Posted on: 30 Apr 2004 1 comments
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Masturbation interrupted...and then

I was on AOL IM'ing a woman all morning. Yes, we were talking about sex. In fact we were talking about my favorite kind of sex....masturbation. By the time lunch rolled around, I was too horny to think about anything but jacking off. I got into my dark windowed minivan, and drove to the local Adult Bookstore near my office. I spent about $40.00 and ended up with a bagful of Hustler magazines. I drove to a vacant lot I knew, parked behind a tall bush, grabbed a box of kleenex, and got up from the driver's seat, and went to the first row rear seat. I laid out all my fantasy material, dropped my trousers, and proceeded to jack for all I was worth. I was fully involved in edging...stroking to the edge, then backing off. Taking that brief moment to turn the page to oogle the next pussy pic. I was in all my glory....tingling from head to toe in anticipation of an explosion of at least 6.5 on the Richter Scale. I was getting close. Starting to sweat heavily, breathing VERY deeply. I had memorized every detail of a spread eagled, small breasted brunette in the centerfold...dildo buried deep. She was my dream. As I thought of her, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and began to approach the ultimate orgasm. Stroke...stroke...faster, faster, harder, harder...breathe...breathe.... Then.....a tapping on the driver's window. A COP! A FEMALE COP!!!!! Quick...pull up the pants....the zipper...the belt....back to the driver's seat. "What are you doing here?" was her brilliant query. "Just on my lunchbreak m'am". I answered, truthfully. She asked for my ID...which my trembling hands could barely grasp. "OH SHIT..."...I'm gonna be arrested for having my pants down...that will not go over well at home..... She then walked around the van, cupping her hands to the tinted windows to see inside. I looked over my shoulder to what I had left behind in my haste. Six wide open skin mags and a box of Kleenex. "I know what's going on here" she declared. "Anyone in the van with you?" "No" "Okay then...but you are on private property you know" "sorry m'am" I replied. My ID was returned, and she got back into her Crown Vic...and drove off. I will let each of you guess what I did at this point......