Rush Hour Orgasm

First let me say that I am a nudist. I warmed up to it at an early age, but becoming a full nudist took time and steps that I slowly clued into over the years. Driving nude never really occurred to me until this story happened. At this point I was comfortable being nude in my home and sunbathing nude, but that was it. I never really thought of expanding my experiences beyond those two things. But one trip changed all that.

I was in my mid twenties living in another state. I was taking a vacation to return home to visit family and friends. I like to get an early start, and this trip was no different. But this time I had some things I needed to get done before I hit the road and it kept me up late. I knew I would be on the road for 12 hours and tried to get as much sleep as I could.

It was hard to wake up and get on the road, but I forced myself into action and was cruising down the highway in no time at all. At first I seemed fine. I was wide awake, enjoying the scenery and sipping on some coffee. But a couple of hours into the drive I was starting to feel a bit tired. I rolled down the windows and turned up the radio. It really didn't work. I was trying to think of something else that might keep me alert. 

That's when I realized I was really out in the middle of nowhere. There were very few cars and no big cities, or even little towns, coming up either. That's when it occurred to me I could drive nude and no one would know. I pulled off at the next rest stop and checked to make sure I was quite alone. I then took off my t-shirt and shorts. Completely nude, I pulled back out on to the highway. 

To be honest, it was a bit of a turn on. I was naked behind the wheel. Passing cars and being passed took a little bit of nerve. But I realized no one was interested in me and I was happily driving down the road. I kept the windows cracked to keep air circulating through the car and to provide a bit of a breeze on my bare skin.

Like I said, at first it was a bit of a turn on, but I eventually became really turned on. As tends to happen, nature took its course. I first started touching myself. That got me aroused and I started slowly stroking myself. That created a nice erection that I was happily playing with when I realized I needed to stop right there. If I kept doing what I was doing at the rate I was doing it, I would soon have a sticky mess all over me and the steering wheel. I needed something to clean up my cum.

The next 45 minutes was a tough drive. I was hoping there would be a Walmart or something at the next town. My cock was aching for attention. But I knew if I continued to masturbate, there would be cum everywhere. I couldn't wait to get to that town. When I got to the exit I was never so happy to see a Walmart in my life. I pulled in, put on my shirt and shorts (I left my underwear in the car) and went inside. I found three small, cheap and very soft towels. I made my purchase and went back to the car.

Before I left the parking lot, I was out of my clothes again. I got back on to the highway, intent on taking up where I left off. I set the cruise control but decided to wait a bit before stroking my cock. I wanted to let the fever die down a bit. I really wanted to enjoy it and not rush through it. I packed my lunch and eating it provided enough of a distraction for a while.

Eventually, as I settled into the rhythm of the road, I began playing with myself again. I started massaging my balls and lightly touching my cock. I was soon aroused enough to where the touching changed to stroking. Light, soft, slow strokes at first. After a while those strokes were firmer, faster and more meaningful. I would work my way up to that great feeling that leads to an orgasm, then I would back off. I edged myself toward orgasm for several miles, trying to make it last as long as I could. 

I was coming up to the only major city on my route. I thought about getting dressed just in case. But the feeling between my legs said no. I continued to edge myself. I was so close to the point of no return that I did not want to stop. But that's when I did stop... sort of.

I suddenly realized that I had hit rush hour traffic. Traffic was heavier and slowing down. Suddenly I was surrounded by cars and trucks. I drove a stick and now having to shift gears to keep up with the ebb and flow of traffic, I had no chance to get dressed or even cover up. I was both horrified and extremely turned on! I was afraid drivers in the bigger vehicles would be able to look down into my car and see my naked body. But it was a turn on too. I was vulnerable, trying to make my way through a big city during rush hour and I was nude. The amazing thing is that even though I was nervous about being caught or seen, my erection never faded. I was hard as a rock. I actually had two sticks begging for my attention. The one that helped move the car and my cock! 

I was alternating between the two. I would shift gears and when I had a stretch that I didn't have to shift, I would stroke myself. There were a few times where traffic stopped completely. I would keep my eyes on the other drivers, but always kept my hand pumping my cock, sometimes slowly and sometimes fast. I was caught between shifting and stroking, keeping one hand on the wheel at all times. 

It eventually became too much... not the traffic, but the masturbation. I had edged myself long enough and my body couldn't take any more. I grabbed one of my towels and continued to pump my fist over my cock. I tried to slow down, but it was no use. I really had to focus on shifting and keeping up with traffic. My cock was turning purple and stretching to its full length. I had the towel beside me ready to cum into. I was to that point. I stopped stroking myself to see if I could make it last just that much longer. But it was impossible. I grabbed for the towel but it slid off the seat onto the floor! I bent over to try to retrieve it but it was too late! The mess that I wanted to avoid exploded in my lap in the middle of rush hour traffic!

With one hand on the wheel and one hand on the stick shift, my cock exploded into orgasmic bliss! Waive after waive of the best feeling ever washed over my body! That wasn't all that washed over my body. My pulsing cock was shooting jets of cum into the air. It was landing on me, my car seat and the steering wheel. I couldn't control or direct where it landed. My cock would twitch and fire, twitch and fire. It was an amazing feeling! My hands and my mind were trying to navigate rush hour traffic. At the same time, I was having an incredible orgasm. My cock, left to itself, was rewarding me for those miles of edging and making a mess in the process. 

When it was over, I had cum on my legs and stomach. The steering wheel had my white ooze dripping down it and my limp cock was slowly leaking what sperm was left onto the car seat. The odor of my orgasm filled the car. It was a sticky mess and I did get to use the towel to clean it up as much as I could. Once I cleared the city, I was able to relax and relive the experience, which got me aroused again. Still nude, I settled in to start the process over again. It was the best drive home ever!