Auto Erotica 2


He jolted back to reality as the car in front of him stopped short. He looked up in just enough time to slam on his brakes. A vehicle the size of his did not stop so quickly in a quiet way. The rear tires stopped rolling long before the truck actually stopped. The squeal from those tires cut through the rush hour noise, everyone turning to see what had caused the racket. She laughed out loud, knowing what she had caused. This was very amusing to her, that she could distract this man so. Men always looked at her, she was used to this, but something primal was rising in her now. Maybe because it wasn’t the normal suit type looking at her now. This man was definitely blue collar. She could see his callused hands, the deep tan on his well muscled arms. He didn’t appear to be the iron pumping type, the arms looked this way due to the long hours, heavy lifting. He didn’t achieve this appearance in some snooty health club, he looked this way because of sweat, hard work and long hours. He wore a short sleeved, button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to show just a little more of his bulging biceps. He wasn’t a hairy man, she was glad of this. Just a touch of dense black chest hair showed from the three buttons undone on his shirt. His hair was dark and thick, and she could tell he had spent a long day working. He looked generally rumpled, but tight, tanned, and more than capable of rocking her world to the roots of it’s very existence.

The teasing was getting more serious for her now, she was becoming genuinely aroused. Maybe it was the heat, perhaps it was the blatant lust in his stare. The only thing she felt was the incredible heat of her desire. While she was capable of maneuvering her car through the heavy traffic, every time her hand left the gearshift, she was caressing her stocking clad thighs. It was almost involuntary, she wasn’t sure if she was doing it for his benefit or hers. A little of both seemed to be the answer. She was clamping her thighs together tightly now, and each time she eased the clutch out, they rubbed up against themselves deliciously. Her audience wished she would part them, show him the treasure nestled between those trim thighs.

The traffic had picked up somewhat, although they were still crawling along at a very slow pace, the irritating stop and go had ended. Her hands were free now, at least her right hand. His was as busy, gently pressing on the front of his jeans. His erection had grown to immense proportions, this was the only thing to ease the ache. As this scene continued to unfold in the small car next to him, the throbbing only increased.

He watched her and paced himself to fall in right alongside. Now that the traffic was no longer stop and go, she had pulled her left leg back up close to the seat. She felt a cool breeze between her legs now, she had broken a small sweat rubbing her thighs together like that. He groaned at the sight of her slightly spread legs. Her hands seemed to take on a life of their own now, no longer did her right hand just caress the outside of her right leg. It stole up over her knee, up the inside of her thigh. She pulled her skirt the last few inches to reveal herself to him. She was glad she had removed her panties at the office, it was so hot today. That was the original reason, but now another reason became apparent. There was no way she could have removed them while driving, so it was very convenient, nothing to stop her fingers from combing through her downy curls. She first reached down to the opening of her channel, moistening her finger in the honey oozing from there. She gently slid her finger, quite slippery now, up onto the taut bud of her arousal. She heard a gasp escape her lips, her hips jerked forward to meet her hand. After tracing a few small circles there, her hand slipped inside of her jacket. Not having enough room to palm her ample breast, she withdrew her hand to loosen her jacket just a touch more. Her one man audience watched in amazement of her brazen actions. She undid yet another button, and her hand once again slid inside her jacket.

She wasn’t looking at him anymore. She knew he was there, knew he was watching her every move. Any question of him still being there was quickly answered. All she had to do was check the corner of her eye, yes, the truck still matched her pace. She only hope that his hands could match the pace of her own. She took a deep breath as she pulled the lace of her bra aside. The taut nipple grazed the lace as it popped free. The breeze tickled it but for a moment, her fingers quickly captured the erect bud. Her red nails dug into it gently, and then rolled it between. She only wished both hands were free, her whole body was crying out now. Her breasts cried out to be touched, and as her wetness seeped onto the seat beneath her, the folds of her flower screamed for attention. Reluctantly she dropped her hand back to her lap, parting her thighs yet further. With her left breast exposed, she found that the shoulder harness rubbed against her hard nipple just right. With just the slightest movement to either side, the shoulder strap rubbed coarsely across her taut nipple. This was getting dangerous, with her fingers tangled in her soft curls, in her wet folds, and the strap rubbing across her nipple, she just might come.

 

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