Traffic is always a mess on the way back home. It's one of the things that annoy Kelly even more, considering that she wanted to get home away from the world. Sitting in her car she looked around at all of the faces and pouted at having to stand still on highway 40. She starts getting fidgety because she had been feeling especially sexy in her outfit: a short skirt, silk button-down blouse, thigh highs, heels, and a thong. She had been torturing a man on her instant messenger with that description to the point that he had stopped talking and gone away--more than likely to the bathroom for a great man to hand session. She enjoys that little power and it makes her feel even more excited to know that her curves and features elicit that sort of reactions with only a few simple keystrokes.
In her rearview mirror Kelly spies a face behind the wheel of a silver Volvo. The manβs features are partially blocked by the glare of the setting sun, but his eyes, which are a piercing steel gray, take her in. She suddenly realizes that he is staring back at her and she looks away, embarrassed for a moment. Then, she looks again. She canβt help but look at those eyes that see right through her. He is looking straight at her and she looks away like a dear caught in headlights, avoiding his gaze. Kelly finds this to be both frightening and exciting. She feels herself getting wetter and can't decide if she is more excited by this mysterious driver or the fact that she was sexually aroused from earlier and just needed to get home.
Kelly looks up again and his steely gaze is unmoved. However, this time, she doesnβt turn away like a giddy schoolgirl. Rather, she stays focused, almost hypnotized by his intense stare. She sees the beginnings of a smile cross his lips and this sends a jolt to her nipples, and the warmth in her spreads to her thighs. She briefly touches herself just as the traffic starts to inch forward a little. She smiles a little. He sees this and smiles even bigger. Her hands begin to shake as she feels herself beginning to lose control. She sees this man as an object of desire. . . something sinful and exciting. She notices the exit about a half-mile ahead. She decides she needs relief and soon. There is a small shopping center and some restaurants. Her need is great and if she could just find somewhere nice and secluded she could just take a few minutes to lean the seat back, run her fingers over her clit and maybe put her hands on her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples. It wouldn't take much because she is so turned on. She took the moment to veer onto the ramp. Right after she looks at the man in the mirror and winks. She pulls off to the side of the traffic and passes the stopped cars as she nears the exit. She smiles, knowing that soon enough she will be alone and her frustrations will momentarily subside. She runs her index finger along her inner thigh and feels the wetness she has created and sighs. She shakes a little, anticipating. She stops at the exit ramp for the red light. As she checks the oncoming traffic to make a right turn, she notices those eyes in her rearview mirror again. She freezes and nearly screams. He has decided to play her game. A game that she subconsciously invited him too when she winked--a game that she really shouldn't play but one that she can't resist. The lane clears; she takes a deep breath and turns right onto the street.