The Chance of Getting Caught Motivates my Car Masturbation Tastes!

Sexy car masturbation always takes care of my exhibitionist needs.

Some people listen to audiobooks in their car during long drives. I, on the other hand, have a naughtier way to pass the time. I masturbate. Car masturbation is not always wise. For example, if there’s too much traffic or there are lots of turns and stops and starts on the drive. However, if you’re on a long drive on a relatively straight stretch of road, there’s very little danger. Last week I had to go out of town for a family thing, and it’s a really boring drive there—nearly three hours of flat fields and farmland. So, I decided why not? I’d even not worn panties in anticipation of just this very thing.

I set the car on cruise control and decided to have some fun. I keep a bottle of lube in the glove compartment for just such occasions. Then, I got the lube and put a dab on my fingers. I spread my legs and let my right hand fall between my pussy lips. I teased my clit in little circles until I was very aroused and horny. Finally, I switched to up and down strokes on my cunt. I noticed a bus coming up in my rearview mirror, and they pulled up in the lane beside me. It said “Prisoner Transport” on the side of it. I figured they were on the way to the state prison a few miles ahead.

I guess I gave those men the last glimpse of pussy that they’d have in a while.

Some were making motions with their chained-up hands and smiling as they looked down as the bus went past. I giggled, thinking of the bus full of men that saw me stroking my clit as I drove along the lonely road. I bet every last one of them would have loved to have fucked me over the hood of the car. Then, I started to fantasize about men on the bus and how they’d ravage me in a gang bang. I continued on with my car masturbation and fingered myself silly as I thought of all their hard cocks. I wondered how long they were going to be without women; a long while, I’d think.

Next, a car was alongside mine with parents in the front and two teenage boys in the back. They couldn’t see what I was doing, but they looked over at me and waved. I made a kiss gesture to them by puckering my lips several times. I loved being so naughty. Then, I thought back to my first car masturbation experience when I was younger. I had been on a road trip with my family on a long drive. My dad was driving, my mom was asleep, and I was in the back with a blanket. I was so horny, and it would still be hours until we were home.

My hand made its way to my crotch for some car masturbation.

I slipped my hand in my jeans and my panties and just started to rub. It was terrifying to think my mom would wake up and look back, or my dad would, but they didn’t. I was dead quiet as I brought myself to a risky orgasm. They were none the wiser. I tried not to breathe so hard. Fun times. I’ve been a pervert from way back. I continued to rub my clit and came. But I knew I wasn’t through yet; I always need a couple of orgasms to get that ache out of my pussy. I caught my breath and started to move my skillful fingers once more. Soon, I was on the edge of an even more powerful orgasm than the first one.

The second one is usually the strongest for me, I find. I started to move my fingers back and forth quickly. They would have been nothing but a blur had anyone seen me. I rubbed and rubbed and arched in my seat. Finally, I came and cried out. I could be as loud as I wanted to; there was no one to hear me. Then, I caught my breath again and licked my fingers clean. I was about to arrive at my destination and felt mighty relaxed after my little car masturbation session.

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