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I wasn't by myself but with my female manufacturer rep. We were driving between Denver and Salt Lake City. The trip took 2 days. On the first day as we were driving, I had a lot of sex chatter between us. One of my only sexual relations with someone I worked with. She was a very pretty gal and we had sex the night before we left. Anyway as I was driving and started to get a hard on. She noticed my situation and told me I needed to have some relief. My rep leaned over and stoked me so that certainly wasn't going to help. She then unzipped my pants, pulled out my rigid cock and got up on her knees and leaned toward me and started sucking my cock. What we weren't paying attention to was other traffic on our side of the road. Soon I realized as she mouth pumped my cock, a tractor trailer came along side us. The guy in the passenger seat got a great view of me being sucked off. I looked up ant him and he gave me the thumbs up and I shot my load. My cock sucker just kept going till she drained me. We also had great sex that night on a water bed in the hotel.
 
WendyTrilby said:
I worked a stint in Los Angeles, and my commute could be anywhere from painful to awful. It wasn't that far, but it was a nightmare. I didn't hit the freeways, only surface roads, and my biggest nemesis was a five-way intersection in North Hollywood during rush hour. The five thoroughfares, combined with too-short green lights, guaranteed I would be at a standstill for at least 10 minutes or more. I was caught in this nightmare and already late for drinks with a rather hot guy whom I was determined to coax back to my place for some mutual satisfaction.

But as I waited to get past this gauntlet of an intersection, my frustration and excitement for later needed to be released. Immediate release. I slid my hand up my thighs, kept it hidden under my skirt, and gently rubbed the fabric of my panties against my clit. I was already wet from the anticipation of later, but when my fingers pressed on my button, I flooded. Thank God for leather seats.

I knew it was me against the light, and decided to see who would win. One hand on the wheel, the other on my lap, I could feel the prickly heat as I flicked and fingered myself faster and faster until my climax approached.

The key was to keep a straight face, which I managed as I moved closer and closer, and just as the light turned green, my orgasm hit. I'm pretty sure my face couldn't stay composed, and I recall letting out an overjoyed groan. My hand slammed the horn button, and I blared the horn. This is a carnal sin in Los Angeles traffic, and I could feel all eyes on me, but I was riding a self-inflicted pleasure ride and didn’t care who was watching.

My panties were soaked, so I had to take them off. The date was good, but my fingers were better.

And for the next five months, I approached the five-way intersection at Lankershim in North Hollywood with a wicked grin, knowing I could easily kill the ten minutes it would take to get past that light.
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That is a fantastic way to beat the LA traffic blues @WendyTrilby
 
WendyTrilby said:
I worked a stint in Los Angeles, and my commute could be anywhere from painful to awful. It wasn't that far, but it was a nightmare. I didn't hit the freeways, only surface roads, and my biggest nemesis was a five-way intersection in North Hollywood during rush hour. The five thoroughfares, combined with too-short green lights, guaranteed I would be at a standstill for at least 10 minutes or more. I was caught in this nightmare and already late for drinks with a rather hot guy whom I was determined to coax back to my place for some mutual satisfaction.

But as I waited to get past this gauntlet of an intersection, my frustration and excitement for later needed to be released. Immediate release. I slid my hand up my thighs, kept it hidden under my skirt, and gently rubbed the fabric of my panties against my clit. I was already wet from the anticipation of later, but when my fingers pressed on my button, I flooded. Thank God for leather seats.

I knew it was me against the light, and decided to see who would win. One hand on the wheel, the other on my lap, I could feel the prickly heat as I flicked and fingered myself faster and faster until my climax approached.

The key was to keep a straight face, which I managed as I moved closer and closer, and just as the light turned green, my orgasm hit. I'm pretty sure my face couldn't stay composed, and I recall letting out an overjoyed groan. My hand slammed the horn button, and I blared the horn. This is a carnal sin in Los Angeles traffic, and I could feel all eyes on me, but I was riding a self-inflicted pleasure ride and didn’t care who was watching.

My panties were soaked, so I had to take them off. The date was good, but my fingers were better.

And for the next five months, I approached the five-way intersection at Lankershim in North Hollywood with a wicked grin, knowing I could easily kill the ten minutes it would take to get past that light.
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Love this! Makes me want to go for a ride!
 
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