I Can't Fathom Performing That Act
Abigail sat quietly, her heart still racing. Her arms and hands were shaking. Her entire body felt like it was buzzing with energy. She cast a glance at her husband, who was driving with a big grin on his face.
"Holy shit, that was hot as fuck," was all he could say.
She responded, "I can't believe I did that, I'm still trembling." She looked back to make sure both kids were still sleeping. Thank goodness they were.
Before embarking on their journey, there had been days of chaos, leading to no sex. She had been so busy with laundry, finishing work tasks, packing clothes, snacks, and toys, she was utterly drained by the time she got to bed. Last night, they found themselves in separate beds in the hotel, as their six-year-old wanted to sleep with her.
They had been driving for about thirty minutes, and all she could think about was this. At ages six and three, the kids were both great at sleeping on long car trips. And she knew she needed this more than ever, before the upcoming visit to her in-laws.
As they started driving again, she couldn't shake the thought from her mind. "I'm as bad as a guy," she thought to herself. She felt embarrassed at first, but then she thought, "What the hell?" Letting go of her inhibitions, she unbuttoned her pants. The sound of the zipper catching her husband's attention.
"Shh. I haven't had it in so long, I've been thinking about this all morning," he said, grinning at her.
A few minutes passed without a word, but it still felt extraordinary. She needed something more to complete the experience. So, she started thinking about her newest fantasy - being seen. She had always loved the little "accidental" exposure but had never considered willingly showing someone her breasts. The idea of masturbating in front of someone was a whole new level of excitement.
She glanced at the minivan in front of them.
"Do you want to let the driver see?" Her husband knew her well. She hesitated, but eventually nodded.
Patrick had been following the van for some time. The stick figure decals made it clear it was a family of five, but only the dad was in the vehicle.
Excessive thoughts whirred through her mind.
"I don't know. I don't think I can."
To encourage her, he said, "Just close your eyes."
Abigail complied, leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes. She took deep breaths and her fingers began to move. One thought popped into her mind: If she did go through with this, she would need to keep her moans quiet if she reached orgasm. With children, she had become much more quiet during sex.
A minute later, she felt the car change lanes and accelerate slightly.
Abigail could feel the warm sun through the window and the cool air from the air conditioner on her breasts. She felt more sensitive.
She tentatively opened her eyes to check how close they were. Knowing she was about to expose herself to a stranger, she suddenly panicked and pulled her shirt back down.
"I'm sorry. I really want to. I can't."
Patrick noticed that although she had lowered her shirt, her hand was still in her pants. He was sure she could go through with this.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him. Their daughter had been playing with a dress-up scarf earlier, and he reached back, feeling around for it.
"This might help if you double it up," he suggested.
She unraveled the scarf and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. With her eyes covered, she could just see silhouettes. She resumed her position, her head leaning against the headrest. At first, she planned to pull her shirt up, but then thought she would have a harder time chickening out if she removed it entirely. She heard Patrick whisper, "yeah", and felt him moving closer.
Now sitting there, only in her lacy bra, pants undone, blindfolded. This felt both sexy and vulnerable. Vulnerable was the real thrill.
She resumed the process of lowering her bra, exposing her breasts. No, she thought again. Tits. When overcome with lust, she wanted to flaunt them to the world while pleasuring herself. Playing with her pussy.
She hesitated once more. The bra was an extra layer of security. Could she go all in?
Patrick gently touched her tits, first giving her a gentle squeeze, then holding them more firmly. He whispered, "Why don't you take this off too?"
How could he read her so well? Without saying a word, she removed her bra, exposing her breasts.
Patrick placed his hands on her tits on her tits. He squeezed them gently at first, then more firmly. ~
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He kept caressing and slightly pulling her nipple. It seems most guys obsess over nipples. But now, being overly aroused, she desired it to hurt slightly. "Pinch it," he did so, causing her to groan involuntarily.
She settled down, steadying her thoughts on just her hand and vagina, attempting to ignore everything. Several minutes passed. She breathed out, unaware she'd been holding her breath.
The unease returned. It's tough not knowing. She desired to discern whether they were passing a car or not, fearing someone might observe her. She could sense their automobile picking up speed.
Approaching a black SUV, Patrick couldn't see any children in the back. He could, however, tell the person driving was male, but couldn't determine the gender of the passenger. He decided against commenting.
Tension heightened. She yearned to know. Her fingers remained occupied, multitasking. That familiar feeling was starting to swell.
Patrick steered the car beside the Tahoe. Typically, male drivers don't ignore others, and this one was no exception. He casually glanced over and his eyes widened once he comprehended what he was witnessing: a strikingly seductive, topless blonde aggressively masturbating. The individual next to her vigorously squeeze her splendid breasts.
"The driver is viewing you now."
"Oh God," she panted. "Oh fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this." Her heart pounded vigorously in her chest, and her legs were beginning to tremble.
"They can see you rubbing your pussy. The man beside him is speaking to someone."
"Oh fuck. Oh my God!" The climax was near.
It became unbearable for her, causing tremors. Her legs commenced to shudder. She arched her spine. "OH God. Oh Fuck me. Fuck me fuck me!" She tried in vain to remain silent.
The driver definitely saw her climax. He seemed to revel in what he was witnessing. Post-orgasm, Patrick started to speed up. The driver in the SUV tapped the horn as a friendly gesture.
It took one minute for her to return to a placid state.
Abigail remained mum, her heart still uproarious. Her arms and hands quavered tremendously. Her entire body seemed to emit a rhythmic hum. Patrick was smirking wickedly.
"Holy shit, that was incredibly captivating," was all he could utter.
"I can't believe I just did that, I'm still shaking," she responded. She briefly glanced back to ensure both kids were still asleep. Thankfully, they were.
