Hot

Samantha was driving home to Brighton in her convertible. The weather was unusually hot for the UK , so she was making the most of it with the top down and the wind blowing through her long blonde hair. She was wearing a light flowery sundress, as usual, there was nothing underneath. She loves to go 'commando' and rarely wears a bra, unless dressing up to please a man. Her 34-B's are firm from swimming and the rest of her her body is toned from biking, running, and all the other activities she loves to do, including having very physical sex with her boyfriend.

She's cruising down the M23, its Friday lunchtime and she's already looking forward to the weekend. Then ahead she spots the traffic slowing. Another jam! She's got a panel van in front of her, the back half of an Eddie Stobbard lorry beside her and a Porsche to the right of her. That is ALL she can see. No idea what the hold up is, she decides to just play with the radio and see what I can find.

Now stationary, without the cooling breeze, the heat of the sun starts to bake. She leans back in her seat and a little bit of sweat trickles down from her neck between her breasts and it tickles. She traces the line of sweat with her fingers, lightly, down to between her breasts and moves her finger in little circles - just daydreaming. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she notices the man in the Porsche to her left watching her. She doesn't let on that she has seen him and continues doing what she's doing. She moves her fingers towards her right nipple and traces over it, feeling the rough cotton against her tender flesh - making her nipple stiffen and jut out.

She continues playing with her nipples and running her hand around her neck and chest area languidly. As she does she see the man to her left out of the corner of her eye become rather uncomfortable in his seat! He leans back, but continues watching her. She sees him start to rub his crotch up and down with his hand, over his trousers.

She can see his cock outlined, it looks very big and she start to get pretty wet. She starts to think. Is it eight inches? Maybe ten? It's certainly nice and thick.... What started as a tease is quickly becoming hot & heavy! She slips her left hand down between her legs and raises her dress enough to expose her thighs - and to slip her hand up to her steamy, wet pussy.

She continues caressing her breasts and nipples with one hand, as she raises her hips and let the fingers of her left hand explore her pussy. She inserts her middle finger into her wet hole and then slides it back to her clit, circling and caressing it as she imagines the strangers cock sliding in and out of her. She just knows how much it would stretch her tight pussy and how her plump pussy lips would grip the side of his shaft with each deep stroke. She sees the man to her left slip his right hand into his shorts and start stroking - the head of his cock peeping out the top!

He is leaning back in his seat and watching, mouth open, panting with lust - while she starts to fingerfuck herself with real intensity - her first 2 fingers probing and her thumb against her clit - rubbing with intensity. She knows he can only partially see what's going on, but she also knows that is part of the turn-on.

This traffic could start moving any minute, so time is of the essence. She knows that to get this guy off is what will get her off. She decides to pull out the big guns and pulls down the neckline of her dress just past her nipples. Pulling her left hand out of her pussy, she traces over her bare nipples - breasts glistening in the sunlight - with her wet, honey-soaked fingers. She pulls her finger slightly away from her nipple and a line of her wetness hangs between it and her fingers - illuminated by the daylight.

Over the background sound of the radio she hears the guy moan - just slightly - and she plunges her hand back in her pussy. Having seen the head of his cock she knows it's a big fat one and she pumps and grinds, humping against her hand, gripping at her breast and pinching her nipple. She sees the guy fucking his fist through his shorts, his hand appearing at the head of his cock, then disappearing back down into his trousers and then back up again. She knows he is close, so she closes her eyes and visualises how he feels. The thought of him spurting his hot cum deep inside is all she needs to feel the orgasm start to explode in wave after wave. Her pussy walls gripping at her fingers and the wetness soaking her thighs, running down her ass crack and soaking her dress.

She turns her head and looks over at the guy in time to see him shoving his cock back down in his trousers. The traffic starts to move as he looks over at her. She shouts over, "You've got something all over your shirt" as she drives away.

To be continued..................

© Steve Mitchell January 2005

This story is the work of my imagination. No reproduction without my written consent.

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