I have been at home all day, sunning by the pool and reading. The sun drives me nuts, excites me beyond all reason and all I want to do is come. I leave the pool, wrapping a towel around my naked body and go inside, hurrying to my bedroom and the "blue boys", my vibrating friends. As soon as I settle down in bed, I insert the more active one against my clit and start thumbing through a Penthouse Letters magazine. I move my thighs to adjust the vibrator, but I can't get the angle exactly right. I flip onto my tummy, grinding down on the toy, but still can't quite reach what I want. I want danger and excitement and, mostly, I want to come a few dozen times.
I get up, dress, grab the boys and head out to my car. As soon as I close the door, I know I have made a good choice. There is an interstate highway that goes directly through my town and I drive there, pulling into the light traffic and quickly accelerating to 74 mph, setting my cruise control. My CD player is programmed with broadway musicals, which start playing loudly as I drive along. I am singing along with the pounding dance music and feel myself finally relaxing. I am wearing loose knit shorts and a scrub top, no undies to bother me or slow me down. I reach into my bag and pull out one of my blue friends, turning the black knob and appreciating the powerful hum. I pull my legs up and open, sliding my toy inside my already excited pussy, lodging it against my clit, this time feeling the sensation throughout my body. I pull my shirt up and use one hand to manipulate my nipples, pinching and tugging, feeling them grow hard and tight.
This is what I want, to feel the danger of speeding and impending exposure while feeling the powerful vibrations against my needy pussy and clit. I pass many 18 wheelers on the highway, and I see them looking down into my speeding little car, enjoying the view of my exposed breasts and spread legs. It makes me even hotter to think of them watching me.
I am happily driving down the highway, on my way to nowhere in particular, when I feel my car shift and start to drive funny. Damn, just as I got my vibrator in the exact position I need it, I have to stop the car and see what is wrong. I stop on the shoulder, pull my toy from my very unhappy clit and toss it into the back seat. I adjust my clothing the best I can and get out to inspect the car, as if I know what I am looking for. Amazingly enough, even I can recognize a flat tire when I see one. Shit! I ponder my options, who to call and who would actually come to help. As I stand there, feeling like a maiden in distress, a big pick up truck pulls in behind me. I am standing on the passenger side, looking at my flat back tire and feeling pretty overwhelmed and frustrated when a very nice-looking guy walks up and offers his assistance. If he had a cowboy hat, I swear he would have doffed it. He even had the slightest southern drawl as he called me "ma'am".