She wondered if the moment had come. She could pull this off, a little flashy-flashy for her wild side. That might be a thrill. She felt her pulse accelerate in excitement as she looked more intently for headlights. Many were passing her before she even got a chance to check out the driver. Undaunted, she undid the last few buttons so her blouse hung open. She reached down under her skirt and gave her pussy a quick squeeze through the patch of cloth fronting her g-string.
She continued to look, merging lanes and lightly grazing the soft fabric at her crotch. She felt her nipples strain against the lacy cups of her bra. She refrained from caressing them, which only increased their need to be touched. If she was going to do this, she wanted her tits to be as hot as they could be.
She spotted a bronze Lexus two lanes over with its lights on. Traffic was still inching along, but maybe she could get over. She merged one lane, but the Lexus pulled ahead as traffic in that lane momentarily sped up. She could see the back of his head, laughing in time with the radio show humor. He WAS listening.
She made sure the passenger side window was rolled down all the way as she merged into the lane behind him. Her concentration on the traffic began to overtake her passion, so she switched the radio off. Only so many things you can do at once. She ran the flat of her palm over the right cup briefly, and the nipple sprang to attention once more. She fingered the front clasp and imagined the breakaway release. Could she do it with one hand? She ground her palm against her tit and closed her eyes partway. Yes, she was ready for this.
A break in traffic came. She pulled to the left and prepared to pass. She briefly thought of the fly-by scene in "Top Gun", where the airplanes caused the Navy captain to spill his coffee. Would she get his attention? She'd better, as she may never work up the courage to try this again.
The traffic sped up, as did her pulse. She pulled slowly next to the Lexus, left hand on the wheel, right hand at the lacy restraints, blouse open wide, nipple taut, palm rubbing slow circles, skirt a full inch above her stocking tops, ass spread and snuggled into the seat, closer cloSER clOSER CLOSER
BEEEEEPPPPP! She leaned on the horn with her left thumb. He looked over, startled, and she popped the bra, loving the rush of wind against her breasts. She checked the traffic in front of her, and then looked back over to her stunned victim. Hey! I remember him! He was the guy Kim brought in to help with that big medical malpractice trial, while Valerie was still waiting for bar exam results. Valerie though he was cute. She cocked her head slightly and gave him a knowing, sly smile with an arched eyebrow. She cupped her firm boob from underneath, pinching her nipple hard and stretching it out, then snapping it back and letting it bounce in its marble hardness. She licked her lips and stomped on the accelerator.
Valerie merged into Artie's lane. They had passed the interchange and traffic was resuming a normal speed. She watched him in the rearview mirror as he fumbled for his cell phone. She reached over, turning the radio back on. One last moment of reckless abandon on the freeway? Yeah. Do it. Like her criminal law professor said, "If you're gonna be a bear, be a grizzly!"
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Artie was trying to remember the Leykis phone number, 1-800-something. C'mon, Tom, give it out again. You gotta hear this. I've had my damn headlights on every Friday for two years waiting for this. He noticed Valerie's Maxima ahead of him, and saw a hand emerge through the sunroof holding something white, letting it fly. The lacy bra went smack against the center of his windshield. He rolled down the window and tried to grab it, but it blew off and under the wheels of the other cars. When he looked ahead, she had merged over two lanes without signaling and was already on the off ramp. The thought of her firm tits, braless, and her long brown hair blowing in the breeze made him shudder.
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By the time she reached the bottom of the off ramp, her fingers had pushed aside the fabric and were plunged deep into sweet, velvet heaven. She fingered herself frantically until she pulled into the driveway and ran inside, clutching her half-removed clothes around her.
Jeff would be home soon, and she tried to wait patiently on the couch. She most likely would tackle him before he even got through the front door. She bit her lip in anticipation as she heard the key slowly penetrate the lock . . .
