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ForeverNAlways said:Snowy - really enjoyed your post!
It was 99 degrees here today - not sure what it is with the heat but sometimes it does something to me. Open window, sun and humid air pouring into the car at 75 miles per hour, and radio turned up I drove home (almost 100% interstate) with the idea that was planted in my head before I left work teasing my senses. I'd already snaked my arms out of my button up shirt and removed it, leaving just a silk tank top. I removed my bra as I sat at the light and let the weight of my breasts hang loose (men don't understand this - but it's one of the best feelings in the world after wearing a bra all day).
I teased my nipples, rubbing the silk against them with one hand as I turned and merged with the traffic onto the interstate. Traffic was heavy for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the drive and then it thinned out some. I contented myself with playing with my breasts and squeezing my pussy muscles through this part of the drive. The air conditioning had kicked in and the cold air blasting from the vents added to the sensitivity of my nipples. The clenching of my muscles had my panties soaked inside my loose cotton pants. As soon as the traffic thinned some I opened the clasp on my pants and pulled the zipper down, slipping my hand into my panties.
(I had put my Whitesnake cd in – tuned to “Slow An’ Easy”... *don’t ask why this song works, ok?... it just does.)
There’s a very sultry rift in the beginning, a slow buildup, and then a strong slow pulsing beat that gets faster – Matching my hand movements to the changing pace of the song, I drove and rubbed my clit and increasingly wet pussy lips. I slowed my hand movements when passing a truck or suv that could see into the car – although I didn’t move my hand. Which added to the excitement. I came as I topped the third to last overpass, right near the end of the song. Eyes fluttering shut as I tried to keep them open and on the road – I lifted my foot from the gas petal (just in case… who wants to be found by the EMTs like this???), and coasted as the spasms of my orgasm rocked through me.
Such scorchingly exquisite details, FnA. Mouth-watering. Thank you for sharing!

