This is a true account of the most erotic experience I've ever had. It took place about 3 years ago. I was moving some computers from one office to another and had borrowed my husband's small pick-up truck. The computer systems were in the front passenger seat next to me. I left the office about 10:30am and was on the highway driving to the other location. I like to notice people in other cars while I'm driving. It tends to reduce the boredom. I looked to my left and saw a VERY handsome young man in the lane right next to me.
He was driving a sporty-looking black car. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back, thoroughly enjoying flirting with him. A minute or two later I looked over again, and there he was. He smiled and so did I. I was beginning to get a little curious
it's been a long time since I've flirted with someone in a car. I then switched lanes, and he moved in behind me.
This movement caught my attention, so I watched him in the rearview
mirror to see if he was following me. I changed lanes a couple of
times, and he followed each time. I was beginning to get extremely
curious about him when I saw that he was pulling around to the left of
me again. When I looked over, he was smiling again, but this time he
had his jeans around his knees, his hand around his beautiful thick
cock, and he was slowly stroking it. I think that you should know at
this point, that NOTHING turns me on more than watching a man pleasure
himself. I am instantly aroused by the sight of a man stroking himself,
and the sight I saw out my window had me more aroused than I've ever
been. My nipples were erect and aching and I had the most wonderful
warm, aching, tingling, wet, feeling between my legs. I was also quite
shocked and embarrassed, and I didn't quite know what to do. I had to
watch him
it was almost more than I could stand
but I was almost scared
to. My head and my pussy were vying for dominance
and my pussy won. I
could barely keep my eyes on the road. I still think that it is a
miracle I didn't have a wreck that day. He just continued stroking his
cock
moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft. I could tell that
the head of his cock was getting engorged and turning red. He would
stop stroking the shaft and run the tips of his fingers around and
around the head of his cock...watching me watching him. By this time I
was moaning softly and squirming around on the seat
so aroused it was
almost painful. He motioned for me to roll down my window. I hesitated,
but did it anyway. He asked, "Where are you going?" "Chamblee-Tucker
Road" I replied. My exit was right there, so I moved over a lane and
got off at that exit. He managed to follow me, and that's when reality
hit me. I had just been watching a total stranger masturbate for me,
and I was letting him follow me. I called myself every sort of name,
out loud, but realized that I was still more aroused than I'd ever been
in my life. The fear of what could happen was heightening the
excitement. He stayed right behind me, and I pulled over into the
parking lot of a Kroger grocery store. I parked away from the other
cars, but facing the main street. I felt relatively safe
after all, it
was around 11:00 am, on a busy street, during the week. He got out of
his car and walked to my side of the truck. I rolled the window down a
few inches and said, "I'm really sorry
but I can't handle this. This
situation is just too weird for me." "Just let me get in the truck and
make it cum for you," he said. "Please
I just can't handle this," I
replied, trying to convince both him and me. I know that he must have
been able to tell how turned-on I was because he wouldn't take 'it's
just too weird' for an answer. "Do you do this kind of thing often?" I
asked. "No," he replied. "This is the first time." Yeah, right I
thought to myself. He probably does this all the time. He asked me to
roll down the window, and when I did, he reached in the window and
began playing with my nipples. They were standing out quite
prominently, so there was no disguising my arousal. His hand felt
wonderful on my breasts; they were aching to be touched by this point.
"Let me get in with you and make it cum for you," he said again. "You
can't
the computers are in the way," I replied, still not feeling
comfortable about this situation, but so very aroused I was in pain.
"We'll put them in the back," he said, being very insistent. I
explained that I didn't have the key to the camper shell, which was the
truth. "Then come to my car. I have to make it cum for you." He reached
in the window again, picking up the edge of my skirt.
"You're not wearing any panties, are you?" "No," I replied. "I don't
like to wear panties." He reached his hand under my skirt and pushed
his hand between my legs. His fingers stroked over my clit
back and
forth
then dipped into my pussy
stroking in and out. I was so hot and
wet by that time that I probably burned his fingers. "Come on," he
insisted. "Just get into my car and let me cum for you. I won't hurt
you, I just want you to watch me." I couldn't resist him anymore. This
was just too close to an ultimate fantasy for me. I had to clarify
things one more time though. "Now, let me get this straight. You just
want me to sit in you car and watch you cum?" "Yes," he replied. I got
out of the truck and followed him over to his car. Just to be cautious,
again, I asked, "You're not planning on going anywhere, are you?" He
threw his car keys in the back seat, and I got in. By the time the door
was shut, he had his jeans back down around his knees, and I got my
first close-up look at that beautiful cock. It was even more attractive
from this distance. It was about 7" long, very thick, had prominent
veins, and a very beautiful flared head. He was also completely
clean-shaven. This was another turn-on for me. I love the feel of
clean-shaven balls. He had his hand around the shaft of his cock and
was stroking it again while looking into my eyes. He leaned over and
kissed me, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I sucked on it
just like I wanted to suck on his cock. We kissed for a minute or two,
then he sat back and reached for the edge of my skirt again. "Show me
your pussy," he said. I lifted my skirt up to my waist and turned
sideways in the seat, spreading my legs for him. He stroked my clit and
my pussy with one hand while stroking his cock with the other hand.
"Play with your pussy for me," he said. I began to rub my index finger
in circles around my clit, teasing myself. I would rub around my clit
for a little while, then dip my fingers down into my pussy
enjoying the
feeling of the heat and wetness. It was very hard to keep myself from
cumming. He had me so very aroused that I could go over the edge at any
time. We were loving the game of keeping ourselves from letting
go
drawing out the experience as long as possible. I kept my eyes
locked on his cock, watching him stroke it fast and then slow
drawing
out the pleasure. His balls were tightening, the head of his cock was
glistening from the precum and was turning a dark shade of purple, and
his breath was getting shorter and faster. He was moaning and telling
me about how hard his cock was and how tight his balls were. I reached
out and cupped his balls in my hand, gently rolling them and softly
squeezing them. This sent him over the edge. He gripped his cock
tightly and began to stroke it very fast. His hips were thrusting up
off the seat. He was moaning more loudly. My fingers were rubbing my
clit in earnest
wanting to cum with him. I watched the head of his cock
swell even more
it was a beautiful dark purple color. His balls were
drawn up tight against his body. "Ahhhhhhh, God! I'm going to cum!" he
shouted. "I'm cumming with you!" I moaned. I watched as the cum shot
out of the end of his cock, hitting him in the upper chest, then
pulsing several more times, coating his chest and stomach. The sight of
him cumming sent me over the edge, and I felt my pussy muscles milking
my fingers as I came. My orgasm seemed to last forever and was one of
the most intense I've ever had. After we caught our breath, I got out
to get some Kleenex from the truck for him. "What's your name?" he
asked. "Holly," I replied. "What's yours?" "Dave," he said. (Note: some
names have been changed to protect the not very innocent) "What's your
phone number?" he asked. I figured, why not? I'd gone this far already.
I gave him my phone number. We said goodbye and went our separate ways.
He called me that afternoon, and we re-lived our experience over the
phone. We have been meeting off and on for 3 years now, getting
together to masturbate for each other when our schedules permit.
by Holly B
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