Comings and Goings

Uggghhh. This drive is going to be the death of me. Each day it seems to get worse. The line of cars moves a bit slower, the exhaust becoming a bit thicker. Today’s sky is a dull grey, which does nothing to improve my mood, but it is doing a wonderful job of reflecting it.

The car in front of me moves an inch, then two. The brief movement is finalized by the brake lights flaring to life. I release a sigh but continue to wait. Like I have a choice. After 5 minutes, it becomes abundantly clear that the queue isn’t moving, and isn’t going to. I put my car in neutral, apply the e-brake and turn off the ignition. No point in wasting fuel. I’m already wasting my time.

Taking out my phone, I notice the battery is low. I didn’t have a chance to charge it before leaving the office. I could plug it in, but then I’d have to re-start the car. Others have started turning theirs off too.  A few even getting out to stretch and walkabout. I look around, hoping for something to do, but find my car embarrassingly bare of anything besides the typical floor mats and an emergency blanket. God, my life is so boring!

Turned back around I look to my left. A shapely blonde occupies the front seat of a luxury sedan. All I can make out is an ample bosom, a cherub nose on a very attractive face, and her delicate hands grasping the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. She must be on the phone, as every once in a while, her lips move. She does not look impressed.

I spend a few minutes watching her monologue, making up the words she may be saying as I go. I try to base the assumed conversation on her facial expressions, but either her nighttime routine is excellent, or she has a remarkable doctor at her disposal. Her angelic face in almost completely line free and her eyebrows have yet to move. I watch for a few minutes more until catching me she flips me the bird and hunkers down in her seat. Chuckling, I take the hint and turn away.

Looking the other direction, I find a lithe brunette in an outdated Honda something or other. A college co-ed most likely. Her neck is lean and long, more like a roman marble column than support for her head. Her hair is silky and smooth. It shines brilliantly, although there’s no sunlight to aid its shimmer. Her waves bounce as her head bops to a beat only she can hear, and I can’t help but smile as she belts out a few lyrics in the solitude of her car. I find myself being a bit jealous of her, enjoying the traffic jam without a care in the world. I guess it’s true what they say. Happiness really is a state of mind.

She turns toward me and gifts me a wink. Seeing her in an unobscured view, I’m taken back by the symmetry that meets me. Her almond-shaped eyes are placed perfectly on her narrow face, her mouth is pink and glossy. It looks so inviting like it’s made to be licked, kissed and bitten. I shake my head at the thought but can’t help but to lick my sudden parched lips before I wink back. She smiles at me and turns behind her, peeking into the back seat.

I look away, surveilling the line of traffic, but it looks much the same, except maybe more people are gathered in the boulevard. Some have even set up chairs. Hmmm. People who keep chairs in their cars. I bet their lives aren’t boring.

I look back towards the brunette and am surprised to see she’s looking at me intently, a smirk highlighting her expression. She’s holding a piece of lined paper to the window and I smile as I take in her message.

Do you want to play a game?

I smile at her and nod, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy instead of the head manager of an accounting firm. I’m likely only a few years older than her, but something about her seems so youthful. Cheerful. Was I ever like that? I can’t remember.

She smiles back at me, displaying her perfect pearly whites, and lowers the paper. I can’t see what she’s doing, but a moment later the white sheet is placed once again in the window. A new message awaits my eyes. I grin at her as I read it.

Truth – thumbs up

Dare – thumbs down

After thinking about it for a brief second, I put my thumb up. Dares seem like things you do with your frat brothers, not beautiful strangers in traffic. Then I think about how even my thoughts seem to offer no excitement; I truly am the most boring person I know.

She returns the paper to her lap and I watch her mouth curve as she smiles before raising it once again. The message there throws me for a second before I swallow and stifle a groan.

Do you want to see my boobs?

Thumbs up for Yes

Down for No

A part of me thinks about how wrong this is, but another part of me; the part that’s made of testosterone and diesel fuel is screaming that there has never been anything more right. Before I can second guess it, my thumbs shoots up, but then I cautiously look around, making sure no one is watching. Like I’m the one about to show a stranger their boobs. I mentally scoff at the thought.

The brown-haired beauty bites her lip as she reaches below the ledge of where the car door hides my view. Keeping her eyes firmly placed on mine, she wiggles in her seat as she slowly, oh so slowly raises her shirt above her breasts. A soft pink bra is exposed, and my eyes follow her fingers as she runs them gently along the outside edge of each before lowering the cups. Perky, round orbs spill out, topped with the brightest of cherries.

I sit up in my seat abruptly, needing more space. My cock has risen almost as fast as my thumb did, and I squeeze it, trying to tame it away. It suddenly feels cramped in the driver’s seat of my Boxster, although the seat is back as far as it can go. I loosen my tie as I take in a deep breath, worried I may suffocate. I lick my lips once then twice and exhale as she puts her perfect fit-in-your-hands tits away.

I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat. I know I am, but I can’t help it. This may be the most excitement my life has granted me, in a long time. I watch as a white rectangle is placed on her door window and nod as I read the words scrawled there.

Fun, right?

Your turn

DARE

I move around the tiny car looking for something to write with and flip open my briefcase quickly. My finger catches the handle, sending files, and the paper filling them, all over the passenger seat. I curse under my breath but grab whatever piece with the least amount of ink on it and a sharpie from the remainder of items inside the case.

It takes me a minute to think about what to choose as a dare. I have to make the most of this opportunity. I need to make it count. I smile guardedly as it comes to me. Writing in record speed, I slap the paper against the passenger window and cross my fingers.

Take off your panty’s and show them to me

She rewards me with a little laugh that I can hear, although I’m sure it’s in my head. A hopeful wish. Lifting herself in her seat she unbuttons her denim jeans and shimmies the fabric down her legs. Before sitting once more, she pulls matching pink panties over the same path, giving me a glimpse of her shapely behind and muscular thighs.

She leans forward and after a bit of shuffling and adjusting, displays her delicate undies on a single finger, grinning at me. My face matches her own, so much so that it aches. I nod at her and give her a small round of applause. She laughs again, performing a little curtsy.

She points at me then, indicating it’s my turn. The white sheets of paper are no longer needed now that the rules are clear. Apparently, there aren’t any. I want to choose dare but can’t bring myself to do it. What if she asks for my underwear too? How will I ever get them off without offending the blonde in the sedan? I picture the newspaper headlines, “Man arrested on freeway for mooning woman during traffic jam,” and shake my head. Truth it is.

If she’s disappointed in my choice, it doesn’t show. She just smiles and starts scribbling on a new piece of paper. Before I know it, it’s back in the window and I know I made the right choice. My dick is so hard it hurts and I don’t even bother trying to hide it. In fact, I think he may need some help.

Do you want me to touch my pussy?

I just nod my head. Forget the thumbs. Yes, I do want that. Very much. Not even being able to see anything, I know I want that. I lean toward the passenger side window, failing in my attempt to secure a better view. My face is almost touching the curved pane of glass, but I don’t care. I need to watch this.

She pushes her seat back slightly and then tilts it. I see her opposite knee raise as she bends it and opens her legs, giving her slender hands access. I imagine her fingers rubbing her nub, circling it gently. Picture her running them between slick, swollen lips and swirling them at her wet opening. Hear the moisture accumulating there and shock myself as I release a moan. Fuck, this is so hot.

My eyes move to her face and I watch as it becomes marked with ecstasy. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, her lips moving like she’s whispering to herself and I can’t take it, I need some sort of release. I squeeze my cock, but it’s not enough.

Keeping my eyes on her every movement, I unzip my trousers and sigh as my hard shaft is freed from the confines of my boxers. It’s like a breath of fresh air, and I take a deep inhalation, mimicking the sensation. I stroke it once, twice, then a third time, pre-cum already forming at the tip. Using my thumb, I swirl it around my bell end, verbalizing my enjoyment of the added moisture with a hiss.

For less time than it could possibly have felt it had been, we watch as the other takes their pleasure while taking our own. My hand moves faster as I participate in our illusory joining, the moment feeling serene yet charged with desire, hunger, passion. For the first time in a long time, I am definitely not bored.

I groan as I watch her chest heave, her bosom bouncing as she pants. Her back arches and her mouth forms a perfect “O” before she throws her head back, eyes screwed tight, and I swear I can hear her moans as she comes apart. Her features change as she rides the waves of orgasm and I move my hand at a ruthless pace, relinquishing my hold on my release.

My mind clears and I feel a tingle begin at the base of my spine, feel it grow as it moves up my shaft, groaning as the first wave of climax erupts from me. I’m nearing the height of ecstasy, savoring the tumble into oblivion, when honking from a car echoes around me. Opening my eyes abruptly, I remove my hand from my lap and notice traffic has started to move. Looking over at the sexy co-ed, I give her a lopsided smile. She just shrugs at me and frowns. Putting the car in gear, she waves and drives away.

I tuck myself back into my pants before continuing on my way as well. She must have turned off at a nearby exit because I don’t see her again. That’s okay, I have plenty of memories from today. It wasn’t so boring after all, and maybe the drive isn’t so bad either.

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