You’ve just read the CNC short that I wrote in your office at work. Your heart can’t stop pounding, you keep thinking back to it, picking your favorite parts and visualizing them in your head. The thought of it, playing on repeat, over and over, increasing your heart rate as you’re walking to your car.
You drop your keys twice trying to get it unlocked, your head is a million miles away from your body right now, aching for what you’ve just read to come true. Just a piece, even for a moment. Finally, the car is unlocked and you get in the driver’s seat. When you sit down, you feel what you know had been happening on the walk to the car. Your inner thigh is wet, you’ve been so turned on that you couldn’t contain the juices that betrayed you while at work.
Without thought or hesitation, you find that your hand is already down your pants, pushing against the belt and the button on your uniform pants. You open your phone to read it again, aching to be on that office couch, lying there helplessly asleep, waiting for your midshift visitor to come. In reality, your hand is rubbing your clit ferociously, unconsciously so.
You decide the parking lot of your office isn’t the right place for this, so you begin to drive. You’d already planned to make a stop on the way home, and find yourself driving to the gas station. Left hand on the wheel, right hand applying as much pressure to the outside of your pants as you can, trying not to give up the euphoria you just experienced.
You got to the gas station but realize there’s too much light in the lot and your right hand keeps wandering into your pants. Across the way you see a dark parking lot, “perfect” you think to yourself. You park in the darkest spot you can, not realizing you’re a mere 20 feet away from the hotel.
Inside the hotel, someone realizes there’s headlights shining into their room, you’ve forgotten to turn them off in the excitement and lust that’s overcome you. They peer out to see pure bliss on a young beautiful woman’s face, seemingly squirming around in the driver’s seat. “She’s fingering herself” they think aloud. Suddenly they’re feeling like a voyeur, and that this show is for him and only him. He turns the lights in the room off for a better view and better concealment. His cock cannot be contained any longer. He focuses on your face, the way you’re biting your lip, clenching your jaw and pressing your eyes closed in pleasure.
Suddenly you realize your headlights are still on, quickly turning them off to remain hidden. This only gives him a better, less obstructed view of the pleasure-fest happening in that white Subaru.
He begins stroking his cock faster, trying to guage the pace you’re fingering yourself, imagining being in the backseat of the Subaru with you instead of standing in the window watching like a peeping Tom. Another six or seven minutes go by, you’ve exposed your breasts, clutching them as you continue to pleasure yourself, needing to cum, not wanting to end the fun, the thrill of the possibility of being caught, or even being watched fuels you.
Then, you realize you are being watched, and he’s enjoying every second of it. He knows he’s been caught too, flashes a cheeky grin and holds his hands up with the numbers 1435. You realize that’s his room number, and he’s just invited you to join him…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v6op9b/voyeuristic_fantasy_fm