I had to go in to the office for a high-level meeting a few weeks ago. That meant business professional attire with no slip ups, no teasing. At least not while I was in the office. I had driven that day to avoid the temptation of a crowded train ride. I was back in my car at five o’clock for my long, slow, traffic jammed drive home. Of course, my car was prepared for the drive home, and so was I.

I pulled on to the entry ramp and was at a standstill before I was halfway down. That was fine, since it allowed me a little time to prepare myself for the stop and go traffic I'd have all the way home.

I had shed my suit jacket before getting in the car so as I unbuttoned my tucked in blouse there wouldn’t be any additional obstructions for my fellow commuters. I had worn a balconette bra that had kept me covered for work but with just a slight shift my nipples were on display.

I had already slid my skirt up getting into the car but now slid the front of it to the tops of my thighs, showing the garter clips that held up my stockings plus the skin above them that then led to more. I slid my thong off and put it on the dashboard, letting my bare ass wiggle into the upholstery,.

It was warm and both front seat windows were down.

This is really my favorite exhibitionist fun. This was the first type of serious exhibitionism I ever tried. I’ve built on it over the years, but driving down the road, openly pleasuring myself for me, while others look on, well, this is where it really all began.

The traffic moved forward enough that I was able to merge in and move one lane over. Mmmm. People on both sides of me.

During evening rush hour, what should take about fifteen minutes to travel, would take easily an hour or more this time of day, certainly long enough to tease myself to climax at least four times, even if I was oh so very teasingly slow.

There was a car on my right and a bus on my left. This was going to be so much fun!

I brought a hand to my throat and stroked down to my breasts. Anyone looking could see the slide down my throat but could only tell that my hand kept traveling down, hidden by my blouse. I did that several more times, sometimes straight down, sometimes starting high on a side of my neck caressing it down with the same motion.

Each time I lingered a little longer in the folds of my blouse squeezing my tits or pulling on a nipple. I pulled my tits out from my bra, letting it cradle them from underneath. Anyone watching could see movement but not its source.

I rested a hand on my thigh and drew lazy circles with my forefinger. I turned the circles to swirls as I moved up my leg. I moved from the stocking to skin, working towards the edge of my hiked up skirt. I stopped when I reached the edge, leaving my finger hovering there.

I moved my whole hand, palm down, to the inside of my thigh and moved two fingers higher, hidden by the hem. I left my hand there, not moving. Traffic was stopped again and my audience was set as well. Keeping my foot firmly on the brake, I took the hand that had been holding the steering wheel and brought it to my throat. I squeezed gently causing me to unexpectedly gasp.

My nipples got harder and my pussy twitched. The fingers near my clit softly stroked what they could reach without slipping into the folds to get it. My other hand left my throat and reached for my right breast grabbing it repeatedly, kneading my hand firmly on the flesh and over its nipple. The vehicles’ occupants now had a clear view of exactly what I was doing. I quickly moved the blouse out of the way of their view and worked both tits equally, kneading, squeezing, taking the nipples and pulling them forward as far as they could go until they slipped from my fingers letting each tit bounce back to my chest.

No matter what was happening, my eyes were focused on the parking lot in front of me. I was ready to move with the traffic.

My left hand continued its handiwork on my tits, but now my right hand moved back to my lap. This time pushing the skirt out of the way. We weren’t moving so I put the car in park just long enough to roll the front of my skirt up to show everything. Because I wanted better access, I moved my legs apart bending them at the knee, flexing out at my hips, for the maximum spread my car seat would allow, while still having my right foot available for the gas and brake pedals. I put the car back in drive knowing I’d have no problem keeping that foot pressed down.

The driver on my right now had the best view. My left hand was still massaging both breasts, kneading them like they were bread dough, I twisted my nipples while I jiggled my tits up and down or back and forth with them, swinging their weight against gravity and my pinching. My right hand explored my pussy teasing the folds above it. Slipping the tip of a finger in my slit and slowly running it up and down.

I lifted a tit high, pointing the nipple up and angled my head down to lick its nipple. Carefully, giving my eyes just the right angle to see the brake lights of the truck in front of me, I got my mouth around that nipple and sucked it deep into my mouth. My hand let go and it stayed in place with the sucking seal I had on it. Slowly it slid out, my teeth grating against it. When my nipples met my teeth I bit down to hold on to it another two seconds. As it popped out, I moaned loudly with a bit of pain and a lot of pleasure.

My pussy was so wet from this.

My left hand stayed occupied as before and my attention went back to the hand between my legs as I lovingly stroked it. I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked in the three longest fingers. I slid them in and out a few times. When I removed them, they were wet and slippery. I used the two outside fingers to spread open the sheltering lips. I slipped the free finger in until my pussy met my palm in one forceful motion. Immediately that finger returned to my mouth so I could taste, slurp, and swallow my own juices.

A longing moan leaked from my lips. I opened my mouth to take in all fingers and my thumb sucking them, moving my tongue around and in between them. I removed them again and, in a flash, they all disappeared deep inside me.

And the traffic moved. My lane moved more quickly than the others and I found myself with fresh companions.

My fingers were still deep in me, wiggling as much as the space of my pussy allowed. My breathing increased. One nipple was twisted and pulled, then the tip of the other was pinched hard and making me gasp and moan.

I knew I was being watched, but I still kept my eyes on the truck in front of me.

I started pounding my fingers in and out of my sopping, aching cunt. The movement traveled to my clit and it wanted attention too. My thumb was happy to oblige. I circled it around my gaping pussy and soaked it in the wetness there. It ran up the slit to the waiting nub that would send me hurtling over the edge when it has been fully satisfied. I’m careful to make it last so that all of me will burst in hedonistic pleasure at once..

I love the agony of the wait. I love being watched fucking myself. No toys, just me.

I was ready. Every part of me was on fire and needed release. I pulled each nipple as far as it would go and pinched it as it slipped from my fingers. The fingers in my pussy pump harder and deep. I lick the fingers of my left hand and the traffic creeps forward. I heard a loud groan as I kept pace with the truck in front of me. My fingers never missed a beat in my hungry cunt.

Two car lengths later we’re at a standstill again. A new audience.

I was too far gone to worry about teasing anyone into my little world. With my foot firmly on the brake, I started on my clit again. I come hard and loudly as swells of pleasure, gaining intensity, washed over me leading to the big one that has me shudder and shaking until I finally breathe again.

I sat and recovered, gently stroking all the parts that still tingle.

Traffic opened up again, enough for me to be able to change lanes for a while and have a new audience.

I’d left my skirt bunched around my waist, but had pulled my blouse around me again to shield my breasts, the way I started. Traffic flowed a bit from one lane to another and then came to another standstill.

I sat quietly stroking my still-soaked pussy. My hands went to my throat and breasts. I gently tugged my nipples, rolling them between my fingers.

The tingling started to build and I was ready to play again. There are cars on both sides of me.

The driver on my right is about to have the best traffic jam, the passenger on my left was a woman, the driver was male. This should be interesting.

I find women have three possible responses. The first is to ignore me, staring straight ahead like I'm not there; the second acts disgusted and shifts in her seat to turn away, and the third is to face me and take it all in. It’s always a risk that any one of these types will grab her phone and report me. It’s only ever happened once and I talked me way out. (Yes, talked.)

I pulled my blouse open and tucked the sides behind my back, showing everything at once. No teasing for this round. I wanted another orgasm and I was going for it now. I put the car in park.

My hands went to my tits and started gripping them, crushing them into my chest, putting my hands under them and shaking them around. Grasping, squeezing, rolling the whole breast against my chest.

Now it was nipple time. I put each one between my thumbs and middle fingers and pinch down hard enough to pull them away from my body and then let them go so the very mass of them bounced on my chest. I repeated this several times making the nipples longer and hard. Finally, I did this again and used my forefingers to rub the surface of them. It sent an entirely different sensation that made my pussy shudder.

I pinch, twist, pull, grasp, shake my tits and nipples. I lifted each tit by the nipple, twisting them, bouncing the breast by the nipple.

Playing with them, especially with an audience, makes me incredibly hot. I can do this for hours, preparing my pussy for a pounding fuck.

The windows were open on my neighbors’ cars. There are encouraging words being said to me. More. Harder. Pull more. Make it hurt.

I really do love an audience.

Traffic wasn’t moving. Yay!

I lifted each tit up to my mouth and licked them as the nipples move closer to my lips. I moved back and forth between nipples licking them, swirling my tongue around and over them. I lifted the right one a little more and sucked it in. I can hear the groan on my right. I opened my mouth and let it pop out.

I dove back at it and sucking it in harder, I moved my hand away and sliding it up the inside of my thigh.

My tit hung from my mouth, but inside my tongue was flicking back and forth, licking and flicking. As the sheer weight of it pulled down, it slowly slipped out, a little at a time until only the nipple was held there. I sucked hard one more time and just as it slips away I grabbed it with my teeth and let it scrape through them before it dropped. This made me moan longingly for more.

I turned my attention to the left one. The woman next to me is watching me, her tits were now free and she played with them to share my enjoyment. When I sucked it in she moaned and sighed. When this one, too, slips through my teeth biting just as it slides out, my pussy started to flow and I slipped two fingers inside.

My right hand started working my pussy and clit. I slipped them out and grabbed between my legs and squeezed. I spread my legs open wide at the knees, my feet together….

And the traffic moved. I quickly put my foot on the brake and shifted to drive. I was able to change lanes again.

There were columns of bright red tail lights in front of me as far as I could see. So much time, so many orgasms.

When I stopped again, the car went in to park and my hand pushed my knees aside faster than they can move themselves. I spread myself wide and rammed my fingers back into my waiting pussy. I moaned as they slammed home.

I wanted this so badly I haven’t even looked around me to identify my audience. And I didn’t care, but I know they’re watching because I can hear them.

I couldn’t fuck myself fast enough, every pump into my pussy makes it long for the next, begging for it to be ever harder and deeper.

My left hand had been greedily squishing each tit, now, it brings my left nipple up for me to suck and draw into my mouth. But, first, I pinched it hard and licked the top of it, running the tip of my tongue hard along the surface.

I pulled the nipple away from my mouth and my body, stretching it as far out as physics allowed and then lifted and shoved it into my mouth. I firmly bit down and moved my hand to the other breast, crushing it against my body and then pulling it out by the nipple again.

My tongue rubs the nipple in my mouth. My teeth bite down harder. This all takes me right to the edge.

“Come on, baby! Show us how you do it.”, came from somewhere nearby. I look around for the first time. Four guys in the car on the right. Two in the pickup on my left. They all had their dicks out, pumping away at them, pounding them, fucking me in their minds, from their vantage points.

It’s the missing piece and I screamed,

“Fuck me! Now! Harder! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!!! More! More!”, I’m pounding myself with all of my fingers and all of my strength.

My tits were bouncing in time with my thrusts. My other hand was rubbing and pulling on my clit. And I heard them start to groan with their cum hitting all over the insides of their vehicles, when some hit my window, I drove my hand deep into my cunt and screamed one last, “Yes!”, I came and squirted all over the floor, the pedals, and my feet.

Before I could clean up or tuck myself back into my blouse, the traffic moved. With cheers and shouts of, “Thanks, babe!” my audience rotated again.

I could barely pull myself together to get my legs working and put my foot on the gas pedal. The lanes all moved at different paces, I crept forward more slowly than most and I was in no shape to trust lane changing.

When we stopped again, I put the car in park.

My legs were still trembling, my heart racing, my breathing jagged. I slid both hands up the insides of my thighs. I gently caressed my sopping pussy, dipping a fingertip in and sliding it up to glide over my clit. As it moved over my clit, both hands then moved up my stomach and fondled my breasts, teasing my nipples as I tried to regain control of my body.

Word must have traveled through traffic because my next admirers were ready for me even if I wasn’t quite ready for them. Of course that didn’t take me too long.

All the gentle, teasing touches soon had me longing for release again.

This was likely to be the last orgasm this ride and I wanted it for me. I wanted my voyeurs, of course, but the orgasm would be just mine whether they came with me or not.

I lifted my nipples to my mouth and began working them. Nipping them made me jump, I hadn't realized how sensitive they'd become. Sucking them in deep and hard, got my juices flowing again. Holding them in my teeth while running my hands over every part of me I could reach and coming back to my nipples to pull on them, stretching them away from my body until they could go no further and then tugging at them for just a bit more.

Twisting and pinching them and lifting my tits by them. Holding on to them for dear life while I shook them, letting them bounce when I let go. My hands went under them, lifting them high until their weight caused them to slip through and bounce again.

I love feeling the heft of them hit my body when they drop.

My pussy was calling my fingers to come back to it, but they lingered a little longer, worshiping where they were.

Finally, I slid my hands, together, down my stomach to my waiting snatch. They stroked down passed it and reached to spread out my thighs once again.

I brought one hand to my mouth and slowly sucked all the fingers into my mouth, wetting them to slide smoothly into my aching cunt below. But first, I fucked my mouth, sucking in my fucking fingers and then pulling them out slowly.

While I repeated this, my other hand was teasing my pussy and clit, swirling around but never quite making contact with them. Finally, just as a tease, I slipped a finger in and took it out, rubbing the taste of me on my nipples.

I swapped the hands in my mouth and as I licked myself off my finger, the others found their target and dove right in. My hips lifted off the seat driving my fingers so deep my hand started to enter too.

But I don’t want that this time, I needed to keep my thumb free for my swollen clit. It was so big it was popping up, making it an easy target to rub. My thumb made my clit its target and attacked.

I’d completely lost in myself. In some sane part of my brain, I knew traffic was still stopped, but that was the only external awareness I had, I’d lost track of my observers.

My hips rose to meet every stroke of my hand. My fingers writhed inside me as they moved in and out.

It was building in me. I didn’t have enough hands to do everything I ached for. I whimpered with need and lust.

My free hand pushed my thumb out of the way and took over the demands of the nub that would, once again, close the deal. My hand was pounding my pussy. The thumb had joined the fingers and I’m now pounding in halfway up my palm. The feeling of opening wider with each deep blow drove me wild.

My whole body was building to this last orgasm. My hips and tits were bouncing against my driving hand. My head is thrashing side to side on the headrest.

I’m coming…..

Rush after rush swept over my body, only to make it crave a deeper and deeper release. The final swell started to build.

I can’t fuck fast enough or rub my clit hard enough. I am tormented. The wait for that final release is sweet agony.

I open my eyes and look around me. They’re all watching, wanting me to finish, to see the finale, to hear me come.

It’s their eyes that sent me over the edge.

My hips rose to suddenly to meet the slamming of my hand deep into my cunt, swallowing all of it this time. It pushed against it, trying to climb up my arm. My other hand spread me open, allowing others direct access to my clit to rub it faster and aggressively.

I could feel my tits bouncing with all the action between my legs. I opened my mouth wide and stick out my tongue like I’m swallowing an invisible dick.

My breathing was faster and moaning came with each breath.

My brain exploded with my body.

“Yes! Yes! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Yyeeesss!

NOW!”

Again I squirt all over the car. This time there’s more and it’s sooo sticky.

I brought one sopping hand to my mouth and the other took over my pussy. It moved in and out almost lovingly while I licked my dripping hand clean. Once it was done the other took its place and they gently rotated that way as I gradually returned to reality.

Traffic was breaking up and slowly thinning out as people were reaching their destination exits. I lowered my skirt to cover my slit, pulled the blouse forward to hide my tits from people around me, but I didn’t fully cover anything.

I settled back into my seat, put the car in drive, put my free hand on a breast and fondled it as I changed lanes and headed for my exit home.