My husband and I have this "arrangement," where he doesn't care what I do, and he gets to keep fucking his mistress. We have to tell each other what we've been up to, and it seems that while I keep having wild adventures, hearing about them is all he needs, and he isn't going to see her. I'm not sure how long this'll last, but it seems to work for me at the moment.
I needed to go to the DMV and renew my license, and went there at the end of the day so I didn't miss too much work. I've been working out and losing weight, so I parked in the far corner of the lot so I could walk further to the building. I didn't have an appointment, so it looked like it was going to be quite the wait.
So there I am, standing in line. I've left a decent space between me and the lady in front, but the guy behind is standing really close to me. I don't mind, as he's decent looking, if a little older than I am. I like to daydream that he thinks I'm sexy, and he's sniffing my hair and getting all turned on and things. It's a long line, and it's not moving very fast, if at all.
I was standing there, gazing off into space and daydreaming about the guy behind me kissing my neck and rubbing my shoulders, when a door almost right next to me suddenly opened and a staff member went rushing past.
It knocked me backwards, I can tell you, and I had one hand on the door to stop it breaking my nose, and the other behind me where I stumbled back into the guy behind me.
I, uh, I think I grabbed his cock.
"I'm so sorry," I said, turning to face him. "I didn't think about the door opening."
"That's OK," he said with a smirk, "but I usually like dinner first."
Oh god, I had grabbed his cock. I think I blushed a little, and I turned back to the line.
"I'm not saying I didn't like it," I heard him whisper into my ear.
I was still pretty embarrassed though, so I tried to ignore him. A bit.
The line moved forward a little, and when I stopped, he was pretty close to me. I moved back slightly, so he was right up against me. I could feel his cock against my bum, he was that close.
He didn't step back. If anything, he rubbed it against me a little.
I noticed that I didn't step forward. I was starting to get a little turned on. I held my thighs tightly together, so I could do my kegels and get more turned on.
Looking forward at the line, I reached back slowly with my arm nearest the wall, and ran my fingernails along the shaft pressed against me.
He pressed against me harder.
We carried on like that, stepping forward, him stepping into me and rubbing his cock against me, me sometimes reaching back and feeling his cock with my hand, until I got to the front of the line. When the next worker opened up, I turned and smiled sweetly at him and walked over to the counter.
We went through the eye test and paperwork, and I was told I didn't need a picture. I could go. I could see the guy I'd been teasing talking to another worker, so I figured I'd just leave.
I was pretty turned on, all things considered, so I was glad to have parked in the far corner, near nobody else.
When I got to my car, I climbed in and locked the door. I fiddled around with my phone and put it on the dashboard, pointing back at me. I started it recording. I pulled my skirt up to my waist, and put my hand in my panties, finding my sensitive clit and slowly rubbing it in little circles. I was pretty sure you couldn't see below my waist on the phone, but I didn't really care at this point.
I closed my eyes while I fantasized about the guy in the line lifting my skirt and tearing my panties off, then fucking me while we were stood there, but nobody knew. Just as I decided he came, blasting away inside me, my orgasm rolled over me, and I stiffened up and held on to it as long as I could.
When I opened my eyes, I jumped, as there was a guy standing next to my car. He looked all scruffy like a bum, and he was staring at me. With his cock in his hand. His hard cock. He was jacking himself off.
I didn't want to get out or touch him or anything, but in my post-orgasmic haze, I wanted to help him out, maybe a little. I pulled my panties to the side so he could see my pussy, and he grinned. He put his hand on the roof of my car and leaned closer, still jacking himself off.
I watched him. It's fascinating, watching somebody else masturbate.
A minute or two passed, and he was still going. I could see him staring at my pussy, but I still wanted to help, so I undid my blouse and pulled it wide open. I popped my left tit out of my bra and held it towards him, playing with the nipple. My flickering fingertips quickly made the nipple go hard, and I bent my head down and put it in my mouth, holding it between my teeth for him to see.
That did it, he came, groaning, splashing the side of my car and even getting some on the window.
