True Story. I sometimes wonder why things like this always happen to me. Actually I do know why...poor judgment, but surely this must happen to other women also.
I was on my way home from the office, and as planned, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. Apparently, everyone else in the world decided to do the same thing because the parking lot was full, so I had to park near the back right next to one of those electric car charging stations.
When I came out of the store and got back to my car with my cart, I started unloading. While putting my groceries in the backseat, I noticed a man sitting in the car that was parked right next to my driver's side. From where I was standing, I could tell he was reclined back in his seat. I didn't think much of it as I presumed he was just sleeping as he waited for his car to be recharged. But then I noticed his body moving in a strange shaking motion.
I emptied my cart, shut my door, and took my buggy back to the return area. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, so when I came back to my car, I slowly walked to my driver's door. I had wild visions of him having some kind of medical condition and needing help. I casually glanced in to see if this man was okay or in need of help. I could see him through the passenger window, and he was just fine; in fact, the movement in his body was caused by him having his pants open and pumping a surprisingly large erection!
Oh my gawd, a pervert? I was shocked at first and momentarily frozen. I actually did a double take to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. They weren't. I quickly leaned lower so I could see his face, fearing that he had seen me, but his eyes were closed and he didn't know I was standing there.
My first thought was to just get into my car and leave before he noticed me. But there was something so shocking and mesmerising about seeing this man masturbating right here in a public parking lot that I couldn't stop watching. I have a history and fetish for watching guys masturbate. I just couldn't help but look a few seconds longer.
I looked him over again, and he was actually quite attractive, with dark hair and a dark complexion. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt and tan dress slacks. His car was a Tesla, and from the way he was dressed, he was clearly a well-to-do professional. He wasn't the type of man you would expect to be jerking off in his car in a grocery store parking lot.
I had only been watching him for a few seconds, but I could already feel it evoke something inside of me, sparking something that was sending a shiver through my body. Perhaps the riskiness of what he was doing, or the taboo feeling, or the thought of getting caught. I could feel the nervousness building in my body. I kept looking around to see if anyone was close, or could see me standing there looking in this car. I wasn't the one on display touching myself, but for some reason, I felt like I was the one that was going to get into trouble.
My eyes kept going back down to his hand, gripped around the shaft of what looked to be an eight-inch long penis, with an engorged purple head. I couldn't stop looking. I was drawn in and mesmerised as I watched his hand move up and down. I looked back up at his body, at his face, and that's when our eyes met! Oh shit! I realised he was watching me as I was watching him.
I was mortified. I had been caught! I wanted to jump in my car and leave, but I was frozen in his stare, like a deer in the headlights. He kept looking right at me. The whole time, his hand never stopped moving. It was like he knew he had me now, and he did. Then suddenly, I was startled and jumped as his passenger window went down.
I quickly turned away from his car as I trembled to reach for the handle of my driver's door when I heard him say, "Wait, don't go, please."
I know I should have just gotten in my car, but his voice stopped me as I looked back at him. I was trembling from being caught in the situation. He was still holding his more than adequately sized erection, just not stroking it now, but pointing it straight up in the air, daring me not to look at it.
His words startled me again as he said, "I can tell you want to watch. It's okay, I want you to watch me too."
I just stuttered and, for some reason, started apologising like I did something wrong, saying, "I'm sorry... I have to go. I'm sorry."
Even as I was saying I had to go, I still stood there and kept looking at him. The reality was that I did want to watch. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and I wanted to see him masturbate. I could feel my body starting to respond; I was getting aroused.
His words jolted me again, "Come on, I can tell you like it. I can tell you don't really want to go. It's okay."
His hand started to slowly move up and down the shaft again, rolling his thumb over the tip of it, making the head glisten with his pre-cum, then moving all the way to the base where he squeezed it, waving it back and forth at me.
My breathing was now getting shallow. I could feel my nipples getting stiff against the inside of my cream-coloured lace bra under my pale pink dress. I could feel a warm tingle moving down between my legs; whether I liked it or not, my body was responding.
I just stood there motionless as I watched him slowly work himself with his hand. I looked back up at his face. He was intently staring at me, clearly getting more and more intensely aroused by having an audience.
This went on for a minute or so, both of us feeling the growing erotic tension of the situation. I could feel myself subconsciously squeezing my thighs, shifting my weight back and forth on my tan, sling-back, high heels. I was swaying my hips to brush the material of my sheer pantyhose against my shaved pussy to stimulate myself.
Again, I was surprised as he suddenly leaned over and pulled the handle to open the door ajar, looking up at me through the window and telling me to get in.
I protested at first, shaking my head no, and he said, "Come on, just for a minute, let me cum for you."
