I got caught once as a college coed exhibitionist girl masturbating in public!

Once in college I masturbated in my car and was caught and fingered by a stranger. That’s right! I was the wild exhibitionist girl masturbating in her front seat. This hot guy saw me playing with myself. Luckily, he decided to help.

Exhibitionism is one of my biggest, most powerful fantasies. I often imagine what I’d do if I were caught. For example, if a passing stranger sees me furiously rubbing my clit, or giving a guy a blow job, even directing an in person JOI session? Especially in public. On mass transit, or in cars – especially on the highway, in a parking lot – or even on the Staten Island Ferry. The idea would surprise me randomly throughout the day, and it would always ruin my panties. I liked the idea of being the naughty exhibitionist girl masturbating and getting caught!

It had been some time since the last time I was fucked at my campus job, and I’d been trying to get some attention all day. I worked in the library part time, serving faculty and students alike helping with research. Of course, I’d rather be serving them another way – with my mouth and my pussy, in between the book stacks! And sometimes that happened. Maybe I’ll write about that next week?

Sometimes, I’d just play out a real life fantasy and enjoy being a college exhibitionist girl masturbating at work!

But we were all too busy with actual work (almost time for finals), so another day had passed without any satisfaction. I was still so constantly horny that I was about to walk into my professor’s office and make him fuck me. I’d done that before, twice, but when I wandered by the faculty building I saw his wife’s car. Whoops! Looks like I’d have to schedule an extra-long private “advising” session with him for next week!

So instead I got in my car, and I drove to the deli nearby for food. It was late for dinner hours, the dining hall was closing shortly, and I remembered I had nothing in my dorm room to eat. Pulling in, I parked. It was well into the 90’s; a very hot evening. Unfortunately, my car’s AC was broken. I rolled down the windows to try and catch some air, but there was no wind. Just me, being a sweaty mess. Sweaty, frustrated and horny as hell.

My hand reached for my belt before I realized what I was going to do. I wanted to be that naughty college exhibitionist girl masturbating in her car in the hot twilight. Sure, it could have waited until I got home, but where’s the fun in that? Instead, I undid my seatbelt, unzipped my jeans, and slipped them off. My panties were already ruined from a day’s worth of sexual frustration. Off they went!

I looked around and giggled, there were people walking by just a few feet away from me.

All it would take was a wrong look, someone turning their face to my car and seeing inside… And they’d catch a glimpe of a sweaty, beautiful college exhibitionist girl masturbating, with her legs wide open. I was muffling her mouth with one hand. I started to rub my clit teasingly. I’d never been this wet before, and I needed more. I didn’t want to stick my fingers in yet, so instead, I circled my clit trying not to scream. It felt so good my legs were shaking.

I opened my eyes to look around, make sure no one was seeing me, and that’s when I saw him. A man had parked just one spot away me, and instead of going into the deli, decided to stop and catch the show I was putting on. He was one empty space away on the driver’s side, leaning against his car in the twilight parking lot with his arms crossed over his chest. I immediately gasped and closed my legs, trying and failing to play it cool. Chuckling, he said that he “saw nothing,” but “that ‘nothing’ was pretty damn hot.”

I blushed and laughed, nervously. This girl has been caught! Suddenly, I was no longer just an exhibitionist girl masturbating! What would happen next? To my surprise, he invited me to carry on. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said. I took a good look. He was a decent bit older than me, maybe ten years or so? Married, as evidenced by the ring on his hand. He was handsome, tousled brown hair with strong arms… and nice, sexy looking hands and fingers.

I did something then I didn’t know I could. I invited him to “come lend a hand.”

He looked surprised at first, then hungry. In a few steps, he was next to my car, resting a forearm over the driver’s side open window, and reaching inside. I couldn’t believe my luck. Apparently he couldn’t believe his, either, at finding a sexy, college exhibitionist girl masturbating. He grabbed one leg with the other hand and pulled them apart, exposing my wet cunt. His fingers quickly reached my pussy, and immediately slide inside. I moaned for him, letting him know he was doing a good job. As he massaged my g-spot, I opened my legs and started to rub my clit again as he fingered me.

For someone who wasn’t expecting to find a waiting exhibitionist girl masturbating in his deli parking lot, he didn’t miss a beat. He had this controlled, cool demeanor about him. Carefully, he looked around making sure no one saw us, and started to finger blast me harder and faster. God, it felt good. And of course, my little sexy coed hips were meeting his thrusting fingers with desperation. I whimpered. He whispered, “that’s right, take it, you little slut.”

Suddenly, I fell over the edge and lost control. Moaning, I came on his fingers while looking deep into his eyes. I’ve never orgasmed like this before, with a total stranger’s fingers in my pussy, in public. Anyone could have seen us, but he didn’t care.

It was an exhibitionist girl masturbating fantasy better than I’d imagined.

He pulled his fingers out, gave a little lick before he wiped them on his jeans. Next, he adjusted his hard-on and walked away. I giggled, totally thrilled at what had just happened, and forgot all about my groceries. Hell, I’d order take-out. Instead, I turned on my car again. I didn’t even put my pants yet. I’d stop at the red lights and play with my pussy again, giving one guy in a lifted pick-up an eye-full. When I got back to my dorm parking lot, I’d cum more than five times.

That was the first time I did something like that. Believe me, it wouldn’t be the last.