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Just a Girl
by Mr. Bungle (cwilson9@ix.netcom.com)

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Have you ever been so horny that you couldn't help 
yourself? Well, this story is a case in point. (F-solo, 
mast, public)

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The Traffic Jam

I squirm around in the bucket seat of my little Honda, 
trying to get more comfortable. The midday traffic is at 
a standstill, and I glance over at the cars next to me 
to see if anyone is looking. No. One driver is busy 
reading a newspaper while the other is checking her 
makeup. I lean my head back against the seat’s headrest 
and breathe deeply.

I bite my lip and whimper as a hot shiver runs through 
me. The muscles of my tall slender body tense, 
responding to the growing waves of pleasure cascading 
over me. A strand of my strawberry blonde hair comes 
loose and falls across my face, it’s soft touch on my 
cheek feeling like an erotic tickle.

Traffic moves a little, and I hear the sound of engines 
and squeaking brakes as the cars move and stop, move and 
stop. The heavy bass thump of a stereo comes from 
somewhere behind me. All around are people on their way 
home from work, their thoughts on relaxing in front of 
the TV or on what they will have for dinner.

My mind is acutely focused on the here and now, and I 
feel a sexy thrill as I slide a second finger into my 
wet and open sex. I never dreamed of masturbating in a 
public place, let alone on a freeway in the middle of 
slow traffic! But the fact that I am surrounded by 
unsuspecting people is making me hotter than I've ever 
been before.

I’m not wearing a bra. My erect nipples rub against my 
grey cotton shirt in time with my breathing, sending 
electric tingles through my chest to join the more 
intense feelings spreading out from my lower body. 

I feel ashamed to have given in my impulses, but it was 
so easy. All I did was unbutton my jeans and slide my 
hand underneath my panties. And after the first stroke 
of my fingers across my tender vulva, I knew I couldn’t 
stop even if I got in an accident.

Small beads of sweat break out on my forehead while I 
caress myself with growing urgency. I feel my orgasm 
swiftly approaching, and I stroke my clitoris with 
slippery fingers and moan as the first tremors start. I 
glance over to the car on my left, and I see a young man 
in the driver’s seat looking back at me.

Convulsions spread through my tingling body, and I 
shudder as my climax takes hold. I make eye contact with 
him as I slide my middle finger between my slick and 
swollen petals, my overheated vagina contracting 
spastically as I begin to come hard. 

My hips rise involuntarily from my seat to buck against 
my hand as a long, shuddering moan escapes my parted 
lips. The young man’s eyes go wide with disbelief as he 
realizes what I’m doing. Our eyes remain locked as I 
orgasm, and I imagine that both of us received the same 
odd thrill in sharing this very intimate moment with a 
total stranger.

Panting heavily, I settle slowly back on the seat as my 
self-made ecstasy subsides. The muscles in my thighs 
occasionally tighten as aftershocks ripple through me. 

I look away from the young man and notice that traffic 
is moving. A car honks impatiently, and I start off 
again. Once I catch my breath, I look for the young 
man’s car, but my lane is moving faster, and I can no 
longer see him.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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