Highway Masturbation

Now, can I give you some more advice?"

"Please." Advice, not orders. I still couldn't get used to this.

"Put yourself in her place. When would you want her to call you?"

"As soon as possible, if not sooner. I'd want to know she hadn't changed her mind. I'd want to know if we were really going to get together, even if it wasn't right away."

"Good. One more tip for you — when you talk to her, even if it's just to say you'll call her again tomorrow; give her something to think about."

"Like what?"

"Something that will keep her thinking about you until she can be with you again. Tell her what you like about her. Tell her what you want to do to her. Give her an assignment, like 'don't wear panties until I see you again'. Be creative."

"Gotcha. Thanks. Could you step on it? If I don't cum soon I'm going to die."

"Why don't you start without me? I don't mind."

"What?"

"Go ahead. Take your shorts off," Bambi said. I hesitated. We were driving along a public street and the rush hour was just getting started. There were cars all around. I looked out my window and there was a man in a blue sedan driving beside us.

"Get out of those shorts!" She commanded. I obeyed by reflex, skinning out of my shorts in no time flat.

"The panties too." I pulled off my thong panties as well. Now I was naked below my chest. Anyone looking down into the car would be able to see I was bottomless. I pressed my thighs together and squirmed my butt around on the leather seat. My pussy felt like it was burning up.

"Now the top," Mrs. Reynolds said. "Do it!" I pulled the crop-top over my head. My breasts were just below the level of the window. Anyone in a truck or a van could look down and see all of me.

"Put your clothes in the back seat," she ordered. I tossed everything over into the back. Now I could not cover myself unless I crawled over the back of the seat to retrieve my clothes. The fire in my pussy was spreading all over my body. I could not sit still. I squirmed and pressed my legs together, squeezing to try to put out the fire.

"Spread your legs." I spread open as far as I could in the front seat. My knees were pressed against the door and the center console. My pussy was soaking and my nipples were as stiff as wood.

"Show me your clit." I pulled my pussy lips apart and skinned back the hood of my clit. It stood up, hard and pink. I pressed down on either side of it and it throbbed and got bigger and harder. When I took my fingers away, it continued to stand up. I could feel it throb with my pulse.

"Feel your breasts." I rubbed them, squeezed them, stroked them and caressed them. I rolled my fingers over my nipples and pulled on them.

"Rub your clit." I stuck my fingers into my pussy to wet them with my juice. When I touched my clit it felt like I had touched it to a live wire. I closed my eyes and arched my back. My clit was too sensitive to touch it directly, so I rubbed all around it. I stroked my labia. I curled one finger into my pussy as far as it would go would go. I forced a second finger inside me almost to the second knuckle and fucked myself with two fingers. I was so wet I had a hard time keeping my fingers in me. My pussy seemed to be trying to squirm away from my hands. My ass wriggled all over the seat. My legs banged into the dashboard and the door as I thrashed around. I moaned. I squealed. I cried out, "Oh, God! Oh, Damn! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck! OOOOOOOWWWWW!"

Gradually, I got to the point where I could sense my climax was really close, but I was so hot and feeling so good that I didn't really want to cum. I had reached a place where I felt like I was floating. My eyes were screwed tightly shut as I savored the feeling. My whole body was doing a slow burn — a burn that would burst into an inferno if I let myself reach climax. Every muscle in my body was tensed. My butt was up off the seat and I was supporting myself on my shoulders against the seat and my knees against the door and the console. I felt no sense of effort to stay in this position. It seemed like my pussy was pulling me up off the seat.

I had a finger on either side of my clit. I tugged gently every second or so to keep myself on the orgasmic plateau I had reached. The longer I stayed there, the harder I knew my climax would be. Even as I tried to stay in that place, I was being drawn closer and closer toward climax. I was riding a wave that was rushing toward the shore, one that would sooner or later crash over me and send me tumbling into ecstasy.

"Open your eyes!" I heard Mrs. Reynolds tell me. She seemed a long way away. I was so consumed by what I was feeling that I had totally lost track of where I was. I slowly relaxed my squinched-up eyes and opened them. I looked over at Mrs. Reynolds in the driver's seat. She was looking at me with a sly smile on her face, as if she knew a secret. I saw her eyes flick across me to the window and I rolled my head in that direction. The car was stopped at a traffic light. Outside the window I could see a double-cab pickup truck stopped right next to us. The lettering on the door said Brownville Construction, Inc. and there were three men hanging out of the windows, watching me stroke my clit and wave my pussy in the air.