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By *aaLaa OP Woman
over a year ago
Pontesbury |
So there I am, it's Monday night, I'm showered, made up, smelling fantastic...... and he rings to cancel the meet. Of course he's sorry, he has a great reason, and I believe him, but I'm horny as hell and can't face the idea of spending my evening on the sofa with a bottle of vodka and a remote control. I considered trying to make a last minute meet on FAB, but then it occurred to me, I was going to be driving almost an hour to meet him, if I just drive in the other direction I can be in Chams. I've only been once before and it was quite, nearly empty in fact and somehow I hadn't sorted out going back again, maybe tonight was the time to give it another go.
I felt I needed some help building up the courage to go though. I knew I wouldn't be able to drink when I got there as I had to drive home again, but I was worried that I might get to the car park and bottle it, not be able to walk in on my own. I needed to make sure that by the time I got there I was so horny I'd have no choice but to go in. That's when the idea came to me. That little remote control bullet vibrator I'd bought as a gimmick for a meet a while back, it was in the bag of toys I packed for tonight's meet. I quickly nipped to the bathroom, carefully positioned the bullet so it was nestled up against my clit and pulled my jeans up to hold it in place. I had the battery pack attached to my belt on the right hand side, and the remote control in my left hand, this way either hand could be used to control it whilst driving. I guess it wasn't the safest thing I'd ever done, but walking to the car, just knowing it was there I could feel my juices starting to flow.
I didn't turn it on straight away, lots of intricate manoeuvres to get through the village, gears, lights, speed checks etc. and besides just the feel of that hard nub in my pants was tickling me as my legs went through the motions of driving. By the time I swung on to the A road I was very very ready for some Duracell sensations. My left hand clicked the button, but there was no response, I tried again, but still nothing, so I slid my right hand down checked the switch was on and tried the buttons on the pack, still nothing. I must have left it turned on at some point and drained the batteries. It was 12 miles to the first service station and my poor clit was going to have to wait before it got any action.
Pulling in to the forecourt I noticed that it was unusually quite, for some reason in the last 12 miles I'd managed to convince myself that just buying batteries would look suspicious, as if the only reason anybody could need 4 AAA was to recharge the sex toy they'd currently got buried in their pussy. So I pulled up to a pump and tottered round in my ridiculously high heels to fill up. When I went inside the cashier looked up, but didn't say a word, just watched me walking round the shop desperately thinking of something else to buy as well as batteries. To be honest I was also enjoying the feeling of the bullet inside my tight jeans, moving as I moved, especially as I bent over and rocked my pussy forwards. Eventually I got to the counter and asked for the batteries (feeling like I was asking for ribbed condoms and anal lube!), but I had to ask twice as the poor guy was a little distracted by the sight of my 38GG breasts in their very tight, low cut top. At this point at least his mild embarrassment had made me feel very sexy, and I guess if this was a fantasy I'd have gone behind the counter and played then and there, but this isn't a fantasy, and life isn't like that. So I just slipped the batteries into my bag, smiled at him and headed for the door. With most of my brain power being spent on the co-ordination required to really make my ass swish in those killer heels!
And now finally, I was on my way. A long drive ahead of me, but a smile on my face and a quite feeling of self confidence that I was looking good too. Now, I don't know about you, but I like a bit of music when I'm driving, I'm fairly eclectic with my tastes though and tonight I'd gone a bit classical. So it just happened that I pressed the button on the remote control just as a piece from Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty ballet came on the radio, as my clit started to twitch to the gentle vibration of the first setting, my hips started to move in time with the music. This was auto erotica in more ways than one, the powerful car vibrations beneath me, the buzzing animal in my pants that felt like it was nipping on my swelling bud of my clit responding to my gyrating hips and pelvis, whose movements were being dictated by the rhythmic music from the stereo. All of this and I hadn't even reached the next roundabout. I was really looking forward to the quite Motorway stretch which lay ahead! |
