Car Masturbation

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.
 
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.
That is a fantastic way to beat the LA traffic blues @WendyTrilby
 
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.
Love this! Makes me want to go for a ride!
 
As mentioned in an earlier post, I have done this while parked. Safety first!

It has become a more regular event lately. Deliberately go somewhere. Move to the passenger seat. Enjoy!

Oh, don't forget the towel and other tidy-up essentials.
Mmmmm I do love this, so erotic, and it is a lot of fun ! I do enjoy myself, not been caught yet, and I agree, the essentials are good to have :) one of my favourite porn genres too!
 
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Oh yes very happy subject! We have a coast house three hours drive from home and on the relatively rare occasions [once or twice a year] that I do that drive by myself I often indulge like this. It usually starts with me just thinking sexy thoughts [mostly about my wife being fucked by other men when we were younger] which gets me hard, and I caress my cock through my pants, then after a few minutes I reach inside my pants to grasp my cock, then after a few more minutes I undo my belt and open my fly to expose my cock and start masturbating gently, then after a while I find a convenient place to pull over stop, and I push my pants right down around my feet so that I am naked from the waist down and I drive on like that, hoping that a trucker might see me [though it is just a two-lane road so not as much chance as on a multilane freeway.] and I gently edge myself remembering past adventures past and indulging fantasies, until I approach my destination and have to pull over and pull my pants back up. Sometimes I cum and have a mess to deal with but often I just edge, keeping myself in check until the later when, alone in our secluded beach house, after making myself dinner and enjoying a few glasses of wine, I settle in for along evening of chatting and caming until after hours of stimulation I enjoy a massive orgasm...

Often as I masturbate and drive I reminisce about the times my wife and had sex on the road...that time in our mid 20s on Italy's Autostrada del Sol, for example... but that's another story...
 
This is one of my biggest turn ons. Especially in the summer thin shirt, no bra, hard nipples, short skirt no panties and a few of my favorite ride along toys. I began to notice on longer solo drives I had began to rub my nipples not even realizing it. Just kinda in a zone. It was off or well I was off from then on lol Love the idea of almost being caught or something getting a little show. I always have a toy or 2 ready to go in my car
 
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