Auto Erotica pt. 1
(safe for work version)It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when Mechanic picked me up. I was accompanying him to a formal family event, and we had a couple of hours on the road to look forward to. Luckily, I’d come prepared.
About 45 minutes into the drive, I began to tease him by pulling up my skirt to reveal my freshly shaved pussy. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran the other up my left leg until his fingers reached the warm, wet spot between my thighs. I spread my legs a little wider, inviting his fingers to enter me. I moaned as he slid his fingers in and out of my wet hole, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
After a few minutes, I decided to take our game one step further. I reached into my purse and pulled out the exquisite glass dildo he’d recently bought for me. He pulled his hand away, and I pressed the tip through the opening of my pussy. I pushed the dildo deeper into myself, savoring each bulbous section along the shaft. The feeling of the cool glass in my warm hole was amazing. I can almost feel it now, as I write this.
Once I’d pressed the dildo in as far as I wanted it, I motioned for him to take the handle. He teased the opening of my pussy with the swelling beads of the toy, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. I moaned and wriggled, watching the beautiful instrument work my dripping pussy. Occasionally, I glanced out my window and swore I caught a few passing truckers getting a kick out of our traveling show. I wasn’t embarrassed. Knowing someone could see us made it even hotter.
Soon, we came to a windy stretch of road that required two hands on the steering wheel. As Mechanic did his best to keep his eyes on the road, I took control of the dildo. Knowing that our exit was coming soon (no pun intended), I began to work on my clit with my other hand. Just as we pulled off the freeway, I exploded. I screamed in delight, feeling my pussy convulse around the smooth glass wand.
I rested for a moment, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, before cleaning off the dildo and placing it back in my purse. I pulled down my skirt and composed myself just as we pulled into a parking spot.
“It smells like sex in here,” I giggled.
“I know,” he agreed. “I hope we can get to a bathroom to wash our hands before I have to start introducing you to my family.”
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Think that was hot? Wait until you read about the ride home.






