It was a hot sticky afternoon and as I left the office to attempt the hour-long drive home I could feel my head starting to throb. It had been an awful day; my boss in marketing was on my back about deadlines which resulted in me having to work overtime for the last three weeks to complete things.
I work for a company that sells health products and regularly have to work overtime to make up my lousy wages. Somehow the last week was really getting to me, I made my way across the car park to where my beaten out old fiesta was standing on its own, the light was beginning to fade and some of the street lights had already come on.
I turned the key in the lock and climbed into Fi Fi, my reliable but old motor, as I swung my legs in, I caught my tights on the edge of the door. âBuggerâ I swore to myself now Iâm going to have to stop at the shop to get some tights for tomorrow, all the others were waiting to be washed and seeing as I didnât have much time for anything else these days, thatâs probably where they will stay until the weekend
The motor turned over a couple of times before life kicked into the rusty old machine and then we were on our way home, I turned up the radio as loud as the speakers would allow me to with ought them blowing up in a spectacular display of black smoke. I sang loudly to George Michael as he belted out the lyrics to Freedom.
While I was driving, I had my mind on what I would cook for tea, thinking to myself that I might like some pasta tonight. I decided that I would stop and get some tights and pasta sauce as soon as I got into town, Iâm sure the little seven eleven would have both the items I needed and carried on singing.
George faded into the background and the disc clicked to number two two, a soft tune started humming out of the disc player. The song reminded me of my ex boyfriend, we had split up just a month earlier and I missed him dreadfully, as the song played on I felt increasingly turned on thinking about all the things we had done together, all the times we had made love in unusual places.
I must admit that I am a bit of an exhibitionist and love to show off in front of people, I have a lovely body or so Iâm told, long dark hair and Iâm quite short which makes my 36d breasts look even bigger and firmer than they are.
My ex used to love putting on shows in public taking it as far as we dare, and as I thought about his strong hands caressing my body I began to feel a tingle between my legs, a tingle I could not ignore!
I slowed my driving and started to slowly creep my hand down onto my thigh and underneath my skirt. I was on a dual carriageway, so knew I would be ok, no one would look at me and I wouldnât have to change gear or anything for about another 10 miles or so. I crept my hand up towards where my pussy was waiting for some attention, I slowly eased my legs apart and started tracing the outline of my pussy lips gently with one finger.
As my finger made its way down to my bum I stroked around the entrance a few times before making my way up and quickly stroking over the top of my clit. As I did so a slight moan escaped my lips, and I had to lean back hard into the seat. My pussy had not had a male touch for over a month now and I was desperate for sex. I moved my finger back over the sensitive bud a few times and felt the electricity build inside me, I tried hard to concentrate on the road before me, I knew what I was doing was dangerous, but I didnât care, I was so turned on that I had to finish what I started.
I gently eased a finger inside of me and stroked my inner walls, gripping my finger tightly with the muscles inside of me, pretending that it was a huge cock inside of me and not my finger. My thumb was working on my clit, rubbing it hard in time with the stroking inside of me. Slipping another finger inside of me I moaned loudly and almost swerved onto the other lane of the carriageway, I regained composure enough to drive the car back into the right hand lane whilst still working furiously between my legs.
The songs blasted out of the disc player as I neared orgasm, the tingles inside of me deep in my belly told me it would not be long before I coated my fingers in the sweet cum that oozed out of my hot delicious pussy. My rubbing and thrusting got furious as I neared my ultimate goal and my fingers were a blur beneath my skirt. Finally my inner muscles clamped down on my fingers not wanting to let them go. My body shook in a violent manner as wave after wave of pure pleasure racked through my body, from my pussy to the top of my head then down to my toes.
I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and put them to my lips tasting the sweet nectar that was coated all over them. As I had finished sucking my fingers clean I noticed that the roundabout was approaching, I had just driven the last 10 miles totally unaware of anything else that was going on around me.
As I glanced to the right of me I saw a man watching me, he had a huge smile on his face and I couldnât disguise what I had just been doing. I had only just pulled my fingers from my mouth, and I could tell I was hot and flustered, I could feel the heat burning on my cheeks and he just sat there in his car and smiled a huge grin from ear to bloody ear.
He pulled away before me as a space came in the flow of traffic around the roundabout; I followed him down the main high street hoping that he would turn off soon. We drove through the street and out of town, âshitâ I swore to myself, I had been so embarrassed by having been caught by the man in the car I had forgotten to stop for tights and pasta sauce.
The man was still in front of me as we rounded the corner, which took us down a small country lane. I lived about 4 miles down this road and so hoped he would not see where I had turned off, I glanced into my rear view mirror to quickly fix my hair and make sure my make up was not in too much of a mess when, THUMP. He had stopped and I had driven straight into the back of him. I was shaking like mad and my neck hurt a little, although we were not going very fast, the impact had been enough to make a huge dent in my little Fi FI and a not so big dent in his bumper.
I saw him look in his mirror before he leapt out of his car, he looked mad, and I was scared what he was going to do, I was all on my own and it was down to my pure stupidity that I had driven up the back of his brand new BMW. I just sat there shaking, holding my neck and as he approached me although he looked mad I couldnât help but notice how good looking he was and how firm his body was, he was wearing a tight fitting t shirt and black cargoâs. I would have put him at about 28 years old and he had a very tight and firm body.
He knocked on the window of my car and I slowly opened the door still holding my neck, it was painful but I could not keep my eyes off of this handsome man that was standing in front of me.
All I could manage to spurt out of my mouth was a garbled excuse of an apology. Iâm sure it didnât make any sense what so ever as he just stood there looking not mad now, but slightly amused at something.
I realised quickly that my skirt was still up round my waist from when I had had my fingers deep inside of me, I pulled it down and looked up with a smile on my face. Trying to cover up what he had seen I simply said,