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Exhausted from a hectic work week and an overly long, loud rock concert that stretched well past her bedtime, Sarah was having difficulty keeping her car on the road and she was still an hour from home. A quick stop at a gas station for an energy drink was a nice break from the monotony of driving, but a half hour later her eyelids were as heavy as the bulky black combat boots she’d worn to the show. With relief Sarah noted the “NEXT REST AREA 2 MILES” sign that promised a respite from the seemingly insurmountable task of getting home.
As Sarah exited the freeway, she slowed down, noticing that were no other cars and that the parking area was not as well lit as it might have been. She parked and took a brisk walk around the slightly wooded area that surrounded the bathrooms to get her blood pumping. As she did this, Sarah reviewed the concert in her mind. More specifically all the cute guys she’d seen. She felt her pussy tingle when she thought of how intently and frequently she’d been checked out by her fellow concert-goers. Amazing the attention a plain black t-shirt and a pair of faded cut-offs can get you, she laughed to herself, knowing full well that her long, red hair esenyurt escort and D-cup breasts were more likely the cause of all the male attention she’d elicited this evening.
Much more awake now, Sarah realized what she needed more than a quick drive home and 12 hours of sleep was a toe-curling orgasm. Looking around to make sure the parking lot was still empty, Sarah slid back into her car and removed her black bra. Easing the driver seat back she reached under her shirt and squeezed her round breasts, nipples almost instantly raising to two hard points as her ringed fingers grazed them. Sarah removed her studded belt and opened a couple buttons on her cut-offs, making room for her right hand as it slipped past her tiny black panties and neatly trimmed bush, two fingers expertly and impatiently pushing into her already wet pussy. A third finger was soon to join as her left hand focused on her pulsing clit. A shuddering orgasm quickly overtook Sarah, her overheated pussy practically strangling the three digits that were plumbing her depths.
As her orgasm subsided, Sarah realized a couple of things simultaneously: she pendik escort was now cold and far from fully satisfied. She slid her key into the ignition and turned the car back on, cranking the heat up full blast. Better, she thought, now how about another orgasm? She looked around again to make sure no other cars had pulled up while she was temporarily lost in her self-satisfaction. The lot was still ghost-town empty and now Sarah, forever craving variety in all facets of her life, was faced with the dilemma of what to put in her pussy for orgasm number two. Hair brush handle? Too narrow. Empty energy drink can? Too flimsy and a touch too wide, though she was sure she’d be able to adjust. If only I traveled with an arsenal of my favorite sex toys, Sarah giggled inwardly, imagining getting pulled over by a cop who might want to search her car or getting in a wreck and having an emergency worker shamefacedly stumble across her hidden toy stash. As her eyes scanned the car for something to fill her aching void, Sarah noticed the gearshift in neutral, its thick, round handle shaking ever so slightly from the rough idling of the engine.
Sarah tuzla escort pulled her panties and cut-offs over her boots and, scrunching her body up so as not to bury her head in the roof, carefully straddled the gearshift. She placed her hands on the dashboard and slowly lowered her sopping wet pussy onto the gearshift, leg muscles straining from the inordinately awkward position into which she’d worked herself. The handle was cold but an exhilarating contrast to the heat of her insides and she began slowly bobbing up and down. With each down stroke Sarah got more of the gearshift into her pussy until the top of the handle lightly tapped her cervix, sending a shiver down her spine. As Sarah established a steady rhythm, she was able to support her upper body on her left arm and, with her now free right hand, alternate between roughly pinching her nipples and vigorously rubbing her clit. Just as Sarah was sure she would be consumed in a full body charley horse brought on by her contortionist masturbation, her pussy convulsed in an orgasm that was worlds more powerful than the first and left the gearshift coated with her copious juices.
Sated and spent, Sarah gingerly extricated herself from the gearshift and pulled her cut-offs back over her cramped, sore legs. With her panties she wiped off the gearshift and then lowered her car windows to enjoy a blast of cold night air that carried away the musky aroma of her sex and any lingering doubts that she would not able to get home in one piece.
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