I have been at home all day, sunning by the pool and reading. The sun drives me nuts, excites me beyond all reason and all I want to do is come. I leave the pool, wrapping a towel around my naked body and go inside, hurrying to my bedroom and the "blue boys", my vibrating friends. As soon as I settle down in bed, I insert the more active one against my clit and start thumbing through a Penthouse Letters magazine. I move my thighs to adjust the vibrator, but I can't get the angle exactly right. I flip onto my tummy, grinding down on the toy, but still can't quite reach what I want. I want danger and excitement and, mostly, I want to come a few dozen times.
I get up, dress, grab the boys and head out to my car. As soon as I close the door, I know I have made a good choice. There is an interstate highway that goes directly through my town and I drive there, pulling into the light traffic and quickly accelerating to 74 mph, setting my cruise control. My CD player is programmed with broadway musicals, which start playing loudly as I drive along. I am singing along with the pounding dance music and feel myself finally relaxing. I am wearing loose knit shorts and a scrub top, no undies to bother me or slow me down. I reach into my bag and pull out one of my blue friends, turning the black knob and appreciating the powerful hum. I pull my legs up and open, sliding my toy inside my already excited pussy, lodging it against my clit, this time feeling the sensation throughout my body. I pull my shirt up and use one hand to manipulate my nipples, pinching and tugging, feeling them grow hard and tight.
This is what I want, to feel the danger of speeding and impending exposure while feeling the powerful vibrations against my needy pussy and clit. I pass many 18 wheelers on the highway, and I see them looking down into my speeding little car, enjoying the view of my exposed breasts and spread legs. It makes me even hotter to think of them watching me.
I am happily driving down the highway, on my way to nowhere in particular, when I feel my car shift and start to drive funny. Damn, just as I got my vibrator in the exact position I need it, I have to stop the car and see what is wrong. I stop on the shoulder, pull my toy from my very unhappy clit and toss it into the back seat. I adjust my clothing the best I can and get out to inspect the car, as if I know what I am looking for. Amazingly enough, even I can recognize a flat tire when I see one. Shit! I ponder my options, who to call and who would actually come to help. As I stand there, feeling like a maiden in distress, a big pick up truck pulls in behind me. I am standing on the passenger side, looking at my flat back tire and feeling pretty overwhelmed and frustrated when a very nice-looking guy walks up and offers his assistance. If he had a cowboy hat, I swear he would have doffed it. He even had the slightest southern drawl as he called me "ma'am".
I know that women make a big deal about the lib thing, but I personally find it wonderful that men are able to do things like kill bugs and change tires. This man, my new best friend, says his name is Chuck and he would be glad to help me with my problem. He begins opening doors and assembling all the foreign-looking apparatus that goes with car repairs and then settles down near the rear of my car.
I stand beside Chuck as he diligently begins working on my car, doing all the mysterious things that men do to remove a bad tire and put a good one in its place. I chat about the weather and my car and how very grateful I am to have him stop to help me, my knight in shining armor. I know he is looking at my legs, appreciating their lovely, if short, shape. I move a little closer, letting my legs spread the tiniest bit, so he might catch a whiff of my very excited pussy. As I stand beside him, I feel his strong fingers on my leg. I look down and see the smile on his face as he slowly runs his hand up and down my calf, feeling the smooth, soft skin. I am torn between wanting to be a very good girl and wanting this man to continue touching me. His hand is work-coarsened, feeling very good against my bare skin. I am thinking perhaps I would have even more fun stopped here with Chuck than driving down the highway alone.