Parking Lot Masturbation?

I'm sitting here in my mini-van, driving for Uber and parked in the Uber waiting area at SeaTac, the airport in Seattle, WA. I'm tucked away in my van, parked among the sea of other Uber drivers waiting for the ding in their app and another rider. The sun's dipping low, casting long shadows and a warm glow over the lot. And here I am, heart pounding, hands trembling slightly as I reach down to my stockings.

I love the feel of the silky nylon against my fingers as I slowly roll them down, first one leg, then the other. The cool air hits my bare skin, sends a shiver up my spine. I take a moment, glance around the parking lot. There are other drivers out there just feet away, some on their phones, some just sitting, waiting. I wonder if they're feeling what I'm feeling, if they're about to do what I'm about to do.

My skirt is already hiked up, bunched around my waist. I take a deep breath, spread my legs a little wider. I can feel the heat radiating from my pussy, the wetness already seeping out of me. I run my fingers along the edge of the stockings lace, teasing myself, drawing out the anticipation. My eyes flutter closed for a moment, then open again, darting around the parking lot.

I see a guy in a car nearby, his eyes locked on mine. I smile, a slow, sultry curve of my lips. He doesn't look away. I wonder if he knows what I'm doing, if he can see the way my fingers are tracing the large swollen lips of my pussy. I hope he can. I hope he's enjoying the show.

I spread my legs further, exposing myself fully to the cooling air, to the gaze of the stranger in the car near by. My pussy is swollen, slick with my juices. I run my fingers along the meaty lips, as they've been called, teasing, spreading the wetness. It feels so good, so naughty, so fucking hot. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit, throbbing, aching for more.

But I take my time. I want to enjoy this, to draw it out. I want to make a mess of myself, to leave a puddle on the seat beneath me. I want to squirt, to gush, to explode.

I bring out my little friend, the pocket rocket that's not so little anymore. It's slick with my juices, humming softly as I turn it on. I press it against my clit, gasp at the sudden jolt of pleasure. My eyes find the stranger again. He's still watching, his hand moving in his lap. I smile wider, bite my lip as he can see the tops of my knees and suspect what he can't see but what I'm enjoying doing so greatly.

I slide the vibrator down, press it against my entrance. I'm so wet, so ready, that it slips in easily, filling me up, stretching me wide. I start to fuck myself with it, slow at first, then faster, harder. My hips buck up, meeting each thrust, grinding against the seat.

My eyes roll back, my breath comes in ragged gasps. I can feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the inevitable explosion. I glance around the parking lot, wonder how many people are watching me, how many can see the way my body is convulsing, the way my hips are grinding, the way I'm fucking myself with wild abandon.

And then it hits. The orgasm tears through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. My body convulses, my back arches, my mouth opens in a silent scream. I can feel the wetness gushing out of me, soaking the seat beneath me, dripping down my thighs. I'm squirting, and it's messy, and it's hot as fuck.

As I come down, my body still shaking with aftershocks, I look around the parking lot again. The stranger in the car is gone, but there are others. Some are looking at me, some are looking away, some are pretending they didn't see a thing. But I know they did. I know they saw me, bucking and grinding and coming like a fucking freight train.

And I love it. I love the thrill, the danger, the exhibitionism. I love the mess, the wetness, the wildness. So, tell me, who else loves it like I do? Who else has come undone in their car, who else has made a mess, who else has been seen? Let's share stories, let's compare notes. Let's enjoy the ride, together. 😈💦🚗🚀