I Have a Confession
It was one of those horrid journies today... the weather was cruddy, it was dark and the traffic was manic. And then we stopped. The radio said a car was on fire and we were going nowhere. I'd had a bad night and felt all tense so i sat in my car in the middle lane of M6, Classic FM on the radio and rain beating on the windscreen, and I let my eyes close and my head fall back whilst my fingers slowly lifted the hem of my skirt. As blue lights and sirens passed by I found my wetness and began to play. I opened my eyes and smiles at the man in the car next to me; i know he couldn't see anything but he couldn't keep his eyes off me. When it came, it was one of those rolling, thunderous, bass-line orgasms that rocks my body and shakes my bones. It rumbled and crackled then burst like lightning, releasing mellow waves of happiness through my tummy and lower, much lower between my thighs. And as I came round, warm, wet fingers still burried deep, I knew I had found the best way in the world to cope with traffic jams.
36-40, F
