Driving While Masturbating – True Story

I Had a 30 Hour Journey Ahead of Me

Driving across the country is no small feat! I will say I quite enjoy the vastness of the open road, and all the time in the world to think, listen to music, and enjoy some solace.  But for a trip this long, even those things weren’t enough to keep me from being bored.  Suddenly, my mind started to wander.  The way my tight black jeans caressed every inch of me, led my mind to dirty places.  Before long, I was almost squirming in my seat.  I fantasized about the nastiest things, and felt the wetness grow in my panties.  Finally, I started driving while masturbating.

I started by unbuttoning my tight jeans, and sliding my hand into my panties.  I rubbed my slick juices from my pussy, up to my clit, and let my thoughts become even dirtier.  Eventually, even that wasn’t enough.  I wanted more, I was so HORNY! So, I decided to pull into the nearest town.  Lucky for me, I spotted a sex shop almost immediately.  So, I fastened my zipper and button, and almost ran inside.

I was So Excited to Driving While Masturbating

Inside the store, found a remote control dildo and clit stimulator.  I figured it was the safest option since I’d be somewhat distracted with my continued journey.  After checking out, I went to the bathroom, and slipped the thick silicone cock inside my awaiting pussy.  Usually, something of this size wouldn’t fit so easily.  But, after all of my driving while masturbating, I was soaking wet.  After, I slid my panties up to secure the dildo in place, and made my way back into the car.  As soon as I sat down, the dildo lunged even deeper inside me.  The curve of it caressed my g-spot and clit simultaneously.  It already felt so good, and I hadn’t yet turned it on..

After settling in, and getting back on the road, it was time.  I reached towards the small remote, and clicked it onto the lowest setting.  Just that made me almost jump out of my seat.  The dildo rotated inside me, massaging me from the inside out.  And the clit stimulator knew exactly what to do.  It pulsed and vibrated against, my already throbbing clit.  My favorite part about masturbating while driving was that I could move anywhere.  I still had to focus on driving, and being stuck while my pussy and clit are getting expertly pleased was a pleasure in and of itself.

Driving While Masturbating Made Driving More and More Difficult

I knew I was driving a bit erratically, but the pleasure was really boiling up.  I was on the brink of orgasm when flashing lights distracted me.  My heart began to pound, and my orgasm immediately subsided.  I quickly pulled over, and gathered my information.  I was too anxious to realize that I left the toy pulsing, rotating, and vibrating inside me.  Finally, I gathered all of the necessary info before the cop approached my window.  I didn’t see him through the tint of my window until I rolled it down.  My gosh, he was stunning.  Suddenly the stress of a ticket was the last thing on my mind.

With this handsome man in front of me, the pleasures and sensations of the toy all came rushing back.  It was hard to keep still in my seat, and after checking out my ID, he seemed to notice.  “You okay there, ma’am?” I guess he’s a good man for the job, since his ability to assess the situation came quick.  I watched as he noticed my hips wiggling, the soft sound of the vibrations against the seat, and the remote with its repeated blinking.  Now, I was worried I’d get in even more trouble.  Do they have a ticket for driving while masturbating??

“Please Step Out of the Car”

Without a word, I obeyed.  He laid me other the hood of my car, and frisked me.  His strong hands danced across my skin, and made me tremble with more pleasure.  Eventually, his hands patted up my inner thighs, and paused when I knew he could feel the vibrations near the top.  Before I knew it, his arm looped into mine, and I was escorted to his back seat.  I’d never been in the back of a cop car before.  The seats were plastic and uncomfortable.  Speaking of uncomfortable, so were the cuffs that he tightened around my wrists moments later.  Instead of seating me upright though, he bent me over those plastic seats, and left my legs and ass out of the car.

It was a quiet, country road we were on.  No one had passed in the last 15 minutes, and no one probably would.  I heard the familiar sound of a zipper behind me, and soon felt my pants and panties being taken down.  At some point, he must’ve grabbed the remote from my car, because the vibrations started to intensify.  I looked behind me to see him grinning with arousal.  He brought it to it’s maximum vibration, and in a soft, husky voice said.  “This almost does everything, eh? Except for this sweet little ass of yours..” I guess you could say I was begging for an extra tip.

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