Gas Station Orgasm

We've all been there...that moment before you head to bed when you realize you need to put gas in the car. You tell yourself you'll wake up early and fill your tank in the morning. But no matter what, you end up sleeping in and barely making it to your destination. I could have easily tempted fate in the morning, or waited until my partner to do it. But he was out like a light for the night, and I couldn't fall asleep...

So I reluctantly got dressed and made my way to the local gas station. I wasn't exactly at my best: sweat pants, oversized sweater, hair in a bun. But this wasn't a fashion show.

While I waited in line to pay and pick up a few essentials (like gum and peanut butter cups), that *urge* took over. Anyone who knows my naighty side is aware that it can strike at any time. The desire to touch myself in a risky setting. Over the years this kink of mine has evolved, and I no longer fight it. I give in almost every time without regret.

I hurried back to the car and pulled around to the air compressor/pump area. There were a few designated parking spots there, which were all very well lit. Almost too well lit. This was a HUGE risk, but the rational part of my brain was completely at the mercy of my desire.

I reclined my seat and began to scroll on mt phone for porn, barely a minute in and I already felt the warm wetness between my legs. I slide one hand underneath my sweats and panties, and began to rub circles over my clit.

After a quick scan of my surroundings, I decided to give myself easier access to my already swollen wet cunt. I slipped the sweats and panties off, leaving both hanging off one ankle. The leather seat felt cold on my bare skin, giving me goose bumps. Spreading my legs as far as the confined space would allow, I began to slip two fingers inside my hungry slit. I could hear my wetness as I pumped them in and out with force. My free hand still gripping my phone, scrolling through filthy audios and images only made me go harder. I wasn't there to tease myself, or create a slow burn. I was here to fuck my pussy and cum hard like a good insatiable slut.

That familiar sensation began to build inside me, I wasn't exactly close but I knew how to get myself over that edge. So I decided to find some audio porn of a man moaning while he touched himself, put it on speaker, and free up my other hand to abuse my clit.

The sounds of this stranger's moans filed up my car. Absolutely nothing turns me on more than a man in the throes of his own pleasure. Soon both of my hands were working in sync on my whore cunt. I bucked my hips up as I bit my lip. Fuck this felt so good. The car must have been shaking at this point but I didn't care. I needed to fucking cum.

Two fingers became three as I rode that edge hard. *"Fucking cum you naughty bitch!"* I grunted as I continued to stuff my wanton hole. *"Dirty Fucking slut! Make that cunt cum!"* Before I knew it I tensed up for a moment, before finally being taken over by a wave of pleasure. My body began to shake and convulse, as I soaked my fingers. *"Fucking cum!"* I cried...and that I did. Wow! I could barely catch my breath when I finally came down.

I took a few moments to compose myself after such a fast and intense orgasm. But instead of getting dressed, I decided to drive back home with an open window so the night air could tickle my freshly fucked cunt. I may need to try this gas station again, but next time during the day.