Under Surveillance

Misty gave her directive, “Call. Dave. Home,” and the car’s bluetooth obliged…”Calling Dave. Home.”

“Yell-o…’sup, hon?”



“Just stuck in traffic, bored outta my mind.”

“Ahhh…lookin’ for some action, eh?”


“I could probably swing somethin’.”

“Oh, yeah?”


“Like what?”

“Like…where are you?”

“Near exit 277. But, we’re at a crawl…and I’m wearing a skirt.”

“Good girl…makes things easy. Panties?”

“Could lose them quick and easy.”

“Do it.”

He waited a moment as he heard her rustling around a bit.


“Lick your fingers. Really suck on them…leave ’em wet…”

She did.

“Now rub them around your clit until it swells…but don’t touch it directly. I want that sucker throbbing before you give in.”

She was quiet, but obeying his every word.

“What’s it look like?”

She slid her skirt to her waist, spread her legs, lifting one knee against the gear-shift and the other against the driver’s side door.

“Wet…and very, very pink.”

“Good. Are you still at a stand still?”

“Yep. Must be a wreck ahead.”

“Too bad…their misfortune has led to our benefit..lick the first two fingers on your other hand and slip them in your cunt.”

She followed his direction.

“Now, with your other hand, begin massaging your clit.”

“This isn’t easy in this space, Dave.”

“Didn’t promise easy, did I?”


“Didn’t really ask, either…”

“Correct, as always, my love.”

She stroked herself into a flurry of wetness.

“Is that your wet pussy I hear, serenading me?”

“Yes…I’m very, very wet. I’m likely to make a damn mess of the car seat.”

“That’s why we splurged on the leather, babe. Never question.”

She gasped a bit as her breathing sped up. She could feel the tell-tale signs of her oncoming orgasm…the heat rising up her belly, across her chest, encircling her throat, like the ghost of his hand pressing her head against the headrest. Even from miles away, he could restrain her every move – play her like a theremin.

“You aren’t allowed, Misty.”

“Ah, Jesus, Dave…you’ve gotta be kidding me…I’m so close…”

“Nope. Only me. So stop. Now.”

“Okay…” she whined.

“I mean it.” His voice was stern.

She begrudgingly removed her hands, pulling her skirt back down around her thighs, wiping her wet fingers on the soft fabric.

“How do you always know?”

“Because I know you…and I’m always watching.”

She furrowed her brow into a questioning expression of playful annoyance.

“Well…are you at least home now…can we fuck the minute I walk in the door? Seriously…I’m fucking horny, Dave…”

“Not yet. Almost.”

“Where are you?”

“Near exit 277.”


Misty looked to her right…a blue Honda. She looked to the left…

“Ah…fuck you, Dave…did you record that whole fucking thing?”

“You betcha, sweet heart…”

He winked at her from the cab of his shiny, white Dodge Ram pick-up. And he left her with the same lecherous smile that had drawn her in all those years ago. had to write this one…as I gave masturbating in the car another go recently. It’s not easy. In fact…it can only really happen when stuck in traffic…like our girl, Misty, here…or when on a nice, straight highway with the cruise control on. No…it’s not the safest thing to be doing. But, there are times when a girl just has to try to get her rocks off. I was on a short expanse of highway, so there really wasn’t much time. I knew I’d never get off, but there are moments when simply touching myself can release a bit of pent up tension. I even tried parking at Wal-mart…way out away from everyone else’s cars…to finish the job. But, it didn’t happen. Frustrated…I did my errands and managed to get my mind off of it. Nothing like shopping in Wal-mart to cool your desire right off.)


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