I [F] Used My Birthday Present To Give Myself Four Orgasms While I Waited For My Groceries

Shoutout to all my fellow December birthday havers out there! And happy Friday!

As a bit of background, my birthday was last weekend. I’ve been married for 10 years this January and have two kids with my husband.

Well, this year—last weekend—I was gifted with my very first vibrator: a clit/g spot vibrator. Obviously I used it right away with my husband, Will, and LOVED it. In fact, after it’s nearly 6 day old life as my newest partner in crime, if I didn’t have a man that I absolutely adored and *loved* to get freaky with, I could absolutely see myself never needing a man again (sorry, honey).

Anyway, that is not my confession. My confession is that I have been bringing it places. As a mom with two active kids with extracurriculars, I do a lot of sitting and waiting around for those extracurriculars to be done. So much so, that I may have found *my* new extracurricular.

A couple days ago was the first time. My husband was working late (from home) and I had already put the kids to bed, so I told him I was going to go pick up groceries I had ordered over the app. I hate grocery shopping, but it’s much more enjoyable without children. Now, from experience, I have sometimes waited for my groceries for upwards of 45 minutes, and I knew I would be bored if that happened again, so I brought along my new “friend” to pass the time.

I knew I would need easy access so I wore a free flowing maxi skirt with no underwear (please pray that my leather seats will recover).

As I pulled into the store’s pickup parking space, I went to the app and checked-in. Now the waiting game would begin.

Eager to use my birthday present, I took it out of my purse, adjusted my sitting position and pulled my skirt up enough to give me access. I checked my clock before beginning: 7:43 P.M. I turned on the device and immediately felt the pleasure of the vibration pattern against my clit.

My car windows are tinted, and the only way someone was going to be able to see in at night was if they had their eyes pressed right up against the window, so I felt safe.

Needing more, I pressed the “+” to increase the strength. I had already come to recognize most of my vibrator’s automated patterns and intensity settings at this point: they ranged from gentle to nearly automatic orgasm inducing, all available to me at the touch of a button.

Still, I didn’t want to get caught masturbating so I clicked it to my favorite pattern and strongest intensity, which resulted in me doubled forward against the steering wheel, gasping.

“Maybe a little less to start off,” I thought to myself.

I reduced the intensity to something a bit more moderate and allowed myself to ride the highs and lows of my growing desire. I rested my neck against the headrest and closed my eyes, moaning deeply to the exquisite sensations pressed against my kitty, and praying I wouldn’t hear a knock at my window.

My free hand soon roamed under my shirt and bra, and began playing with my breasts and tweaking my hardened nipples, while
my hips danced against the toy.

At home, I would have allowed my clit some breathing time, but the sense of urgency was real. An employee could arrive with my groceries at any time, and I needed to cum.

I went into a full-on sprint, rubbing my clit back and forth with my toy, while increasing the intensity once more to its highest intensity—this time I was ready for it. I knew my poor clit might be angry with me later for it, but I was too horny to give a crap.

Soon, I was beginning to see stars. A jolt of electricity moving through my spine and into my gut told me I was close. Hastily glancing at the clock, I smiled: 7:50. I had only been at it for 7 minutes. I guess that’s all I needed.

Orgasm was inevitable.

I re-angled my body so that my clit was smushed fully against my vibrator. That did it.

I threw my head back and felt my toes curl in my snow boots, as my climax took control.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” I screamed in my car, feeling my legs shake uncontrollably as the pleasure coursed through me. Wetness slowly dripped down around my naked thighs and ass as my orgasm clawed through me. The pulsing prolonged my ecstasy into repeated aftershocks, as my pussy helplessly shuddered in happiness.

*Explosion Emoji*

By the time I was able to breath again, I saw that it had only been ten minutes.

I probably should have stopped and just waited for my groceries like a normal human being, but I’m afraid I may be addicted guys.

I lowered the intensity settings on my vibrator once more but left it pressed against me, enough to torture me a bit longer, but not die. My moans were essentially unending at this point, and if I had opened a window, you would think a porno was being filmed inside.

Soon, the feeling of need took over and I had one, two more clitoral orgasms in quick succession. My seat was soaked and the erotic smell of my sex filled the cramped car compartment. I looked at the clock once more: 8:10. Wow. I probably should have hedged my bets and stopped there.

It occurred to me though that I hadn’t yet used my vibrator for its real intended purpose, my g-spot. “Maybe I have time for *one* more go,” I thought.

I opened my phone and typed in my go-to site for porn. I clicked the first movie that popped up and slid the phone back into its holder so I could watch while I played.

I placed the vibrator, at my entrance and slipped the edge just inside. My pussy had no trouble taking its considerable girth with how slippery I had already made it.

“Oooohhh yess.” I moaned as I worked him in deeper (my vibrator is now a “he” in case you were wondering).

I began to slide it in and out, in sync with the well-endowed man on my screen thrusting into a petite blonde. My free hand began to rub my clit, as the toy tickled me inside. Having the toy vibrating inside of me intensified the circular motions made by my fingers.

I maneuvered the toy with both hands to find my g-spot.

“There?” I thought, “no wait. There. Oh yes, *definitely* right there! Oooohhh.” Though no sound escaped me, my mouth felt permanently stuck in the “oh” position as I continued.

I was sweating! I knew I had to hurry, and the excitement of getting caught both heightened and spurred on my pleasure points. I could feel my hard nipples taught against my brazier, and my sinful scent intoxicated me.

“Oh Gosh.” I began to chant only half aware of my sounds as you know what built inside of me. “Oh gosh…oh GOSH….oh my…fuck!

I exploded once more, the world completely stopping around me, including my breath. I’ve had vaginal orgasms before with my husband, of course, but this completely ripped through me with robotic precision. My pussy gripped my g-spot vibrator so tightly, I doubt I could have pulled it out if I wanted to (I didn’t).

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, hoping God would forgive me for using his name in vain as my consciousness returned from the land of ecstasy it had just been pulled through.

The short video on my phone had ended as I turned off and negotiated my new best friend out of my pussy and back into my purse. I checked the clock 8:21. I didn’t dare try for another round, nor do I believe I could have withstood any more assault on the poor girl.

Another minute or so passed, and the door to the store opened, followed by an employee with the cart full of my groceries.

I opened the window to greet the employee, hoping against hope that my scent mixed with the fresh air wouldn’t travel.

“Sorry that took so long, ma’am.” The employee said.

“Oh no worries at *all*.”

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