TRAFFIC JAM I shifted restlessly in the seat of my Mazda and looked out at the sea of cars ahead. It was rush hour and I was locked in tight. As heat waves shimmered up from the metal around me, my thoughts turned to memories of heat in a more pleasant time and place. The man in the car beside me was reading a newspaper. The woman ahead was checking her makeup. I eased back further into my seat and recalled a memory of getting laid. It was years ago in Nevada, that day by the river in the desert sun. He was sitting next to me on the rocks. His hand touched my face. In the traffic jam a strand of my hair fell loose and brushed against my cheek. I breathed faster. Traffic moved. Cars surged to fill the gaps. I heard the thumping bass of a stereo from somewhere behind me. All around were people on their way home from work, their thoughts focused on relaxing and spending time with their families. My mind was on two people in the desert. He kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that makes you forget everything else. His hands slid down to my breasts, over and then under my bathing suit. His hands squeezed and caressed. His lips wandered over my body. The world dissolved until the touch of his agile fingers between my legs startled me. Traffic froze again. A hand was in my lap. Mine. I didn't remember putting it there. A tiny shiver ran through me as I moved my fingers. The bass thumper was right alongside me now, a young man in a black car. I scarcely noticed as my shorts came open button by button. I felt the hot sand on my back and the heat of him inside me. The caresses blended perfectly into fucking. I bit my lip and moaned as the muscles of my body tensed in response to his thrusts. His fingers gripped and stroked every part of me he could reach, his touch alternating between care and abuse just quickly enough to keep me from getting tired of either. The cars around me crept forward. I drove one-handed with two of my fingers moist and busy. I braked roughly at the inevitable stop, then glanced up and met the eyes of the driver on my left. He was attractive, and we looked at each other for a long moment. I wondered if he somehow guessed what I was thinking. And doing. I looked away and forgot him. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, changing in approach and angle so that every one was new. He was panting, our breath and sweat and bodies mingling in the hot sun. I felt my orgasm nearing. Suddenly lifting me in his strong arms, he plunged us into the river. As the cool water met the heat of my body, I came. I met the driver's gaze again as I arched in my seat, a low moan escaping my lips. His eyes widened. I leaned back against the headrest as my orgasm subsided, then on a whim lifted my guilty fingers and put them in my mouth. He glanced quickly around him as if unsure of what he was seeing. I gave him a lazy smile. I felt too good to care. I settled back into my seat, my naughty thrill fading. Traffic was moving again. A car honked impatiently and I started off, this time with both hands on the wheel. -------------- Comments welcome. devospudc@yahoo.com http://www1.asstr.org/~disco_volante/index.html