Traffic was stalled. You didn’t notice me, side-eyeing your chiseled jaw and 5 o’clock shadow. Our windows were up, air-conditioning fending off the evening’s heat. But I could still feel it between my thighs. I spread them, hiked my skirt a bit, slipped my fingers under my panties. I could smell the scent of my need rising, my sensitive nub growing under circling fingers. Breath quickening, I inserted a finger, seeking my g-spot, just as you turned and made eye contact. You smiled at me, and I wondered if you knew my cunt was pulsing around my finger because of you.

(100 words)

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9 Replies to “Cumming Home”

    1. Thank you! I hate traffic, and this is something I would never do…but, it seems like a good way to mentally pass the time, even if all I do is fantasize about it. Plus, I’ve seen some pretty cute guys in traffic.

    1. He’d probably be pretty turned on if he knew what he was inspiring. And what an ego boost!

  1. Oh wow. I love the way that you put this together. So much emotion and intensity packed into a few words. Makes me think differently about traffic jams! Missy x

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