Gazing down the street, it is dark, but I am anxiously waiting to see that car finally pull away. The wait is tearing me apart inside. It feels like eternity waiting and waiting. My skin feels as if there are endless amounts of fingers teasing and pleasing over every inch. My inner thighs are aching, throbbing like never before. Pleasuring myself seemed irresistible right now.
I pulled my short jean skirt up just enough to ensure peaking eyes couldn’t see me through my slightly tinted windows. I started to pull me black thong to the side, but realized I conveniently left it off to help my uncontrollable urges later. I started to pleasure myself, licking my fingers to get the right amount of lubrication, softly rubbing my pulsating clit, gently, just the way he knows how to do it. I could just feel his breath against my neck. The intense throbbing was faster now and powerful, I had to stop and save it for him. I was cumming fast. I had to keep the anxiety building for my ultimate explosion.