Lonely Driver
My husband was working away from our home in the south. Usually he came home at weekends but this weekend he had suggested it might make a change for me if I went up and stayed with him. It was going to be a long drive along a boring motorway and I didn't want to do it in the dark, so I arranged to get the Friday afternoon off work so I could get an early start. I quite like driving. It gives you time to think and to daydream! Our sex life had become a bit monotonous of late. He was always tired whenever he got home at the weekends and I was always horny. It had caused a few arguments! So I was hoping that going to visit him would mean we might get the opportunity for some great sex!
Once I was on the motorway I let my mind start to wander. I started thinking about Ted and our sex life and started wondering what I could do to spice it up this weekend. We were going to be staying in an hotel, which made it quite exciting and I dreamed of waking up with him in the morning, a waiter delivering breakfast in bed only to find us 'in the act'. There was always something exciting about the thought of being caught having sex or being watched. My daydream though was making me randy, really turning me on and I was aware of a growing tingle between my legs that needed some relief! I thought I should wait until I got to Ted and then I would be good and ready for him – but I realised that he probably wouldn't be good and ready for me and I need to relieve my sexual frustration!
My free hand crept to my pussy, through my skirt. I started just to gently rub myself, hoping that this minimum of attention would do something to ease the incessant tingling sensations. All it did of course was fuel them, and I could feel my pussy getting wet, my knickers getting damp. The more aroused I became physically the more my thoughts raced to rampant sex with Ted, in the hotel room, out in the grounds; I thought of his cock and how it felt when he was shafting me hard and deep, and my pussy just got wetter. I became aware of the feel of my pussy lips swelling, I could fell my cunt opening, and as I could stand it no longer I slipped my hand under my skirt, searching with my fingers for my own wetness. After all I was in my car, no one could see.
It was such a relief, to push my fingers inside myself. I couldn't believe how wet I was and how easily they slipped in. I could tease myself; poking a finger in and out of me and then finding my clit rub it and bring myself the sensations that I longed for. I was aware then of a lorry overtaking me, pulling up alongside and not seeming in any rush to go past. The passenger in the lorry was looking down at me and I realised in my excitement I had pushed my skirt way up, my knickers exposed, pushed to one side, my fingers playing with my cunt, and he could see it all! No wonder the driver was not in any hurry to pass! I could see his passenger talking and guessed he was giving a running commentary on my actions. So what? I didn't know these people and I wasn't likely to see them again ..I pushed myself back a bit further in the driving seat to give him a better view, spreading my legs as wide as I could and made it very obvious that I was masturbating. His eyes nearly pooped out of his head, he had a full view, my skirt by now pushed up round my waist. Noticing flashing lights in my rear view mirror though I realised someone was getting impatient for him to pass me, and he had to pull away.
The thought of being watched in that way fired my sex even more, and I became desperate to feel something deeper and harder in my cunt. I reached for the glove box where I knew there would be a screwdriver that I kept for emergencies. It had a nice think handle, that was deeply grooved and as I looked at it I knew I would have to push it up my cunt and wondered if I would feel the ridges, and what it would feel like as I worked it in and out of me. Even the thought of doing it made my juices come, and without a second thought I pushed the handle into me, my cunt already so wet and open it slipped in easily. It felt good, cool and hard but as I worked it in my cunt I was aware of the ridging, it giving me incredible sensations that I don't think I had ever left with Ted. The more excited I had become the faster I had started driving, but the memory of the lorry driver prompted me to slow down. I wanted to be seen, I wanted some other lorry to pull alongside, glance casually in my window and see me there, my skirt up round my waist, my cunt exposed, fucking myself.
I slowed to around 30, looking in my rear view to see if any lorries were coming up behind. At first it was only cars, but now I could see one or two lorries coming along.
The anticipation and the excitement made me fuck myself harder. I was so wet I could hear the slurping noises as the handle went in and out of my cunt. I wanted to come, but wanted more to be seen. Just then it happened, a lorry coming past me, the passenger glancing down, and out the corner of my eye I could see him turn to his driver. They slowed and he looked full in to my window. I glanced up at him quickly letting him know I was aware he was watching me. I pulled the screwdriver out nearly all the way and then pushed it back in, trying to open my legs even further so he would get a good view. The thoughts and feelings did the trick and soon I was coming, my cunt tensing around the tool, - I struggled to keep my eye on the road. When it was over the lorry had passed me and I wondered what they had made of it all!
Written by Belles Directory
