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From: "Mr. Bungle" <cwilson9@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Just a Girl (f, mast, public)


JUST A GIRL


>the traffic jam<

I squirm around in the bucket seat of my little Honda, trying to
get more comfortable.  The midday traffic is at a standstill, and
I glance over at the cars next to me to see if anyone is looking.
No.  One driver is busy reading a newspaper while the other is 
checking her makeup.  I lean my head back against the seat’s 
headrest and breathe deeply.

I bite my lip and whimper as a hot shiver runs through me.  The
muscles of my tall slender body tense, responding to the growing
waves of pleasure cascading over me.  A strand of my strawberry
blonde hair comes loose and falls across my face, it’s soft touch
on my cheek feeling like an erotic tickle.

Traffic moves a little, and I hear the sound of engines and 
squeaking brakes as the cars move and stop, move and stop.  The
heavy bass thump of a stereo comes from somewhere behind me.  All
around are people on their way home from work, their thoughts on
relaxing in front of the TV or on what they will have for dinner.

My mind is acutely focused on the here and now, and I feel a sexy
thrill as I slide a second finger into my wet and open sex.  I
never dreamed of masturbating in a public place, let alone on a
freeway in the middle of slow traffic!  But the fact that I am
surrounded by unsuspecting people is making me hotter than I've
ever been before.

I’m not wearing a bra.  My erect nipples rub against my grey
cotton shirt in time with my breathing, sending electric tingles
through my chest to join the more intense feelings spreading out
from my lower body.  I feel ashamed to have given in my impulses,
but it was so easy.  All I did was unbutton my jeans and slide my
hand underneath my panties.  And after the first stroke of my
fingers across my tender vulva, I knew I couldn’t stop even if I
got in an accident.

Small beads of sweat break out on my forehead while I caress 
myself with growing urgency.  I feel my orgasm swiftly 
approaching, and I stroke my clitoris with slippery fingers and
moan as the first tremors start.  I glance over to the car on my
left, and I see a young man in the driver’s seat looking back at
me.

Convulsions spread through my tingling body, and I shudder as my
climax takes hold.  I make eye contact with him as I slide my 
middle finger between my slick and swollen petals, my overheated
vagina contracting spastically as I begin to come hard.  My hips
rise involuntarily from my seat to buck against my hand as a long,
shuddering moan escapes my parted lips.  The young man’s eyes go
wide with disbelief as he realizes what I’m doing.  Our eyes
remain locked as I orgasm, and I imagine that both of us received
the same odd thrill in sharing this very intimate moment with a
total stranger.

Panting heavily, I settle slowly back on the seat as my self-made
ecstasy subsides.  The muscles in my thighs occasionally tighten
as aftershocks ripple through me.  I look away from the young man
and notice that traffic is moving.  A car honks impatiently, and
I start off again.  Once I catch my breath, I look for the young
man’s car, but my lane is moving faster, and I can no longer see
him.

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