Emmy had broken up with her boyfriend a month ago. Her regular supply of sex was obviously gone and she had really noticed it this time.
Usually when she split up with a guy in the past, she could flip a sort of switch inside of herself and somehow cope with the sudden lacking in her life. She had no problem with not having a date for family events and romantic evenings, because she tended to stick with going to clubbing with her girlfriends anyway. She did miss being cuddled and kissed quite a bit when she was newly single, but the feeling tended to pass quickly as she busied herself with work and friends. She knew, however, that if she allowed herself to miss sex, it would have been unbearable.
This time her ex-boyfriend Cole had been more sexually attentive and adventurous than any other partner before him. She didn't miss him at all, as a matter of fact, the absence of his melodrama and 'artistic' mood swings were freeing. On the other hand, he had treated her to an abundance of experimentation that she had longed for her entire dating life, and it was this that had prevented her from shutting down her libido in the wake of Cole's departure.
Emmy's single life was filled with working in her job as a manager at a clothing store, punctuated by 3 or 4 nights a week at clubs in the inner city nightclub district. She and her 2 girlfriends had their favourite dance clubs and it was at one of these, on this particular evening, that Emmy found herself painfully aware of the almost constant longing ache for a decent orgasm.
Her friend Selena had brought along her on again- off again boyfriend and the two were making quite a display on the dance floor. 'Obviously on again' Emmy thought as she watched them, growing increasingly uncomfortable at the sight of the couple's slurping tongue wrestling and grinding away as though no one else existed. Emmy's other friend Rachel was at the bar, enjoying the attention of 2 guys she'd met only an hour ago. Emmy herself had been chatting to one of them, but he was so drunk that not only did she think he wouldn't be able to perform if she took him home, but she feared she may be cleaning his vomit out of her car if she tried.
She felt tired and horny and she honestly couldn't be bothered with the performance she knew she'd have to put up to find a guy to scratch her itch so she decided she would be better off going home. Her friends had each other so they were safe, and she had come in her own car anyway. Perhaps if she headed home now, she could have a little fun with her newly acquired vibe before she fell asleep tonight.
She caught up with Selena and once she could prize her face off of her boyfriends, she asked her to keep an eye out for Rachel and said goodbye. Emmy hoped that Selena would remember Rachel in amongst the making out, but she didn't want to head back to the bar to see Rachel in case her inebriated 'suitor' tried to accost her again.
As she headed toward the car, the cold night air prickled at her bare shoulders. She was wearing a simple black strapless dress, a lycra blend that clung to her slender body like a second skin. The silky sheen of the fabric showed every curve of her body, every detail, so Emmy had chosen not to wear any lingerie at all to avoid the look of panty lines. The feeling of being out in a club full of people with nothing but this sheer fabric between her and them heightened her arousal.
As she reached into her purse for her keys, her arm brushed against her own nipple and the sensation made her shiver with delight. Rather than trying to bypass the feeling she decided that since she was on her way home anyway, she might as well treat the feeling as a kind of extended foreplay with herself so that when she arrived home, she could play alone and make herself come thoroughly with that brand new toy she'd bought herself.
With one hand she unlocked the car door, and with the other she began to rub her nipple through the silky fabric of her dress in the almost deserted parking lot. She hadn't noticed at first, but just as she slid her body into the driver's seat of her car, she saw him. A 20-something guy who was obviously on the way toward his own vehicle on the other side of the lot. He was far enough away that his facial features were a little obscured, but close enough that Emmy was certain he would have noticed what she was doing. She was overcome with embarrassment and quickly slammed and locked her car door with herself safely inside.
She started the engine and hiked the heater up to combat the still, cool night air. As the interior of her car warmed, her feelings of shame leeched away. She realised that the guy wouldn't have been able to see her properly, and even if he did see what she was doing to herself, it was no one she knew, and so there was really no harm done.
Once she came to this conclusion, she found herself turned on at the thought of the stranger who had seen her playing with her own nipples. He was obviously no predator, since he hadn't approached her at all. He was just a guy who was going to his own car to head home after his own night out. For all Emmy knew, her admirer had become tired of trying to score just as she had, and was headed home to play with himself too. She smiled slyly at the thought.
Backing the car out of her parking space, Emmy headed toward the exit. As she slipped the parking pass and her credit card into the toll machine, she noticed that her admirer was in his car and sitting right behind her, waiting to exit. She smiled as she looked at him in her rear view mirror. Suddenly, he made eye contact with her in the mirror and smiled back.
Her heart began to pound. Strangely enough, it wasn't with fear as it normally would have been. Here she was, a 21 year old girl wearing nothing but a tube of lycra, alone and out in the dark on a Saturday night. Normally the thought of being caught alone with a strange man, even in the supposed safety of her car would have her terrified but tonight it was just thrilling. She felt sexy and alive and her mind was running with thoughts of being naked in front of a stranger, being admired, and his touch so close but so far away.
She passed through the gate out of the car park and sat at the intersection, waiting for a little traffic to pass before turning right so she could head home. Her admirer was indicating to turn right too, and she wondered for a second if he was actually following her. Studying him in her rearview again she noticed that he was nonchalant and she concluded that she must be being paranoid. 'He had a 50% chance of turning the same way I did' she scolded herself trying to be sensible.
Emmy's great big old car was reliable and heavy. It was nothing particularly special, but she had had the paint job customised and it was a shiny, deep metallic Aubergine. It cost a fortune to run, but was powerful enough to keep her out of trouble and the older style body was strong and safe. More than once on these nights out when she'd driven alone, she'd been thankful for her 'fortress on wheels'.
Emmy and her admirer kept pace together along the roads out of the inner city, sometimes Emmy would be in front, sometimes behind. Occasionally the two of them would be driving in parallel lanes beside one another each of them stealing glances and smiling. With each look, each change in position on the road, Emmy felt her desires building and swirling with intensity. She wanted to be naked, she wanted to be touched, she wasn't sure if she wanted anonymous sex or if she wanted to just feel that it was a possibility. The one thing she knew for sure was that she needed a great big, mind blowing, toe curling orgasm, whether it be on her own, or with someone else.
She came back from her fantasy and noticed that her admirer's car was nowhere to be seen. She also noticed that her nipples were incredibly hard and sensitive underneath the thin veneer of lycra. With every movement the fabric rubbed and teased like the gentle brush of a lovers fingertips. A sigh escaped Emmy's lips. The streets were deserted and as she looked about she decided to continue with her foreplay.
