Pull Over, I'll Fuck Myself

I had a boyfriend once that was not nearly as horny as I was. This actually isn’t new to me. I can out fuck most men I’ve been with. I have come to conclude this possibly intimidates some. However, I can not help who I am. I can find a sexual moment almost anywhere if possible.

This guy was nice, very nerdy, had cute pet names for me, like ‘lilbit’, and he took me to new and interesting places.  We worked together for awhile in communications, so we had a good rapport from working on projects together. He won me over with his consistent attempts to talk to me and ask me out. I finally said yes. Come to find out…he also had a pretty nice cock. Thinking back, I’ve never met a cock I have not loved something about. And I met many during my roaring 20’s. 

He and I were on an off-roading trip. It was such fun to traverse the rocks and brave the steep drops, stop and sit by the fire at night. We camped and hung out with some friends. However I hadn’t gotten much sex time with him and was feeling a little cranky and wanted some love. On the way home I was incredible horny. I was still breaking him into my crazy sexual side, I started to say some sweet and naughty things to him. I unbuckled and slide over to him and rubbed his pants…he said he had to focus on driving, it was dark. I tried a few more failed attempts to arouse him to play with me.

I was disappointed and felt a sense of rejection that he did not entertain my desire for him in the moment. Not even a suggestion that we pull over, he wanted to wait til we got to his place where we would be more comfortable…I wasn’t interested in getting comfortable, I was interested in getting fucked! It was still going to be a few hours from now till we got to his place. I knew my sex drive overrode his but what can I do…a horny girl wants what a horny girl wants. I knew he was tired from 4 days of off roading…but still!

I started thinking of ways I could make myself cum since he was not obliging me and I could no longer hold my urges. I contemplated masturbating in front of him as I would have been happy with just that! Then thought better of it. He had not been as sexually open as I was. I was still working on exposing him to these things. He already thought I was crazy sexual. Looking back..I wished I would have just masturbated in front of him in the truck to see if that would have jolted him into the mood. But instead…I thought of an idea, it came to me like a flash of lightening. I could see we were getting close to a town. I asked him to pull over at the next restaurant so I could go pee. As we parked I told him I would be right back, secretly knowing I would possibly be a few extra moments since I knew I was not really going in to go pee I hopped out of the truck and found my way to the bathroom of the place we stopped at. 

I was in luck, the bathroom was a 3 stall one with no one else in it. I immediately poped into one and latched the swing door shut and pulled my pants down enough to reach into my own little heaven between my legs. Ahh the first touch felt like a long awaited touch of love. It was similar to that of a starved animal who was now able to feast. The touch of my hand to my pussy felt so good. My clit was hard, my pelvis was moving back and forth as if I was getting off in the air. I pulled some wetness from my pussy to my clit. It was so good to feel this release coming on…my body prepared for the orgasm I knew was imminent.  I was already nearly in orgasm when I heard a woman come into the bathroom. I had to be very quiet now and hope she would not hear or smell my wet pussy. Luckily she was a bit loud herself with her bathroom ritual so my clit fingering was muffled. Her being there heightened my sense of thrill as I continued to seek this long awaited and much needed release.

I could feel the rush of the moment edge through my body as I fell into the depths of my climax. I clung to the door with one hand while the other went to town on my clit. My breath was deep and loud as I kept trying to control it but found a few gasps escaped my throat. I thought of my boyfriends cock and how I wished it were fucking me…his cock was nice and veiny…I love a thick veiny cock…yummy…tasty. As my legs shook and my hips thrusted and my fingers diddled I realized the climax was on the brink. I allowed it to overtake me…I had heard the woman leave the bathroom and I gave out a moan as I bridged the gap between the building of the climax and the fall into my orgasm so beautifully.I was able to finish myself off nicely with a strong orgasm that made me bite my tongue and nearly drop me to the ground. My clit was twitching afterwards for awhile. I came back to the truck hopped in and on we went. As we started off to finish the drive back to his place my boy friend commented on my sudden good mood and I merely nodded to him and went to sleep for the remainder the drive. If he woulda just fucked me more I wouldn’t get so sour. Sheesh…We still fucked when we got home... hehehe.