Blessed Longing

Lauren honked her horn as she glared at the long line of traffic in front of her. She had been sitting in the same spot for over half an hour now, cursing the cars in front of her. She had hoped to miss rush hour, for she had a meeting tonight with the CEO of the company she hoped to work for. She had prepared for this for weeks, and hoped she would be able to reschedule due to the circumstances.

She absently flipped through the radio stations, and settled on a smooth Jazz number with a sultry beat. As the speakers pored out the tune, a vibration filtered through her seat, and she felt the throbbing between her legs. After a few minutes she could feel the moisture between her legs grow, and looked around at the surrounding cars, wondering if anyone would see her if…

She dismissed the thought, quickly, and began to read through her resume and references, making sure everything was OK, and trying to ignore the increased throbbing of her now soaked pussy. After a few minutes, she remembered that she had a mini vibrator in her purse, so she pulled it out carefully, and slid it under her dress and between her thighs. She moved it in slowly at first, glancing around to make sure no one could tell what she was doing. She moved her left hand down to her clit as the right one eased the metallic cock in and out of her soaked center. As her hands worked, she lost herself in the self-pleasure and propped her feet up onto the dashboard, causing her dress to fall above her hips.

She was suddenly turned on by the fact that anyone who happened to glance down could watch her fuck herself, so she raised her dress even higher, taking turns with each hand, rubbing and pinching her swollen clit between her fingers, and then working the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster she rocked, feeling her juices cover her fingers as she slid the tiny cock in and out, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. Loud moans escaped her lips as she bucked her hips upward, clamping her lips around hand as she came.

Through the haze of ecstasy, she heard a knocking on her window and jumped up in her seat. Embarrassed, she slowly turned her eyes upward, only to find a police officer standing there, staring down at her. She slowly reached to roll down her window, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm.

“Y-y-yes, Officer…” she glanced at his badge, “Thomas?” She was still out of breath, and slightly uncomfortable, but she felt her excitement grow as she peered at the officer’s protruding trousers.

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