Frustration built in her chest as she sat at the traffic lights. Still red. Still stuck.
Work had been shit, the heat was unbearable, and all she’d wanted was to be home, but she couldn’t go back like *this*. Drumming her fingers on the wheel, she thought of the “bag of fun” in her boot, never used. Maybe this was the perfect time. Blow off some steam…
She turned off, and drove back to her work, tucking her car into a quiet spot in the most remote part of the car park. It sent a thrill up her spine, though she knew everyone was long gone from the building. There were only one or two cars left; evening was falling. No one to catch her. Even if she was secretly disappointed, she told herself it was a relief. Less messy this way.
She left the windows partly down, grabbed the bag and climbed into the backseat, locking herself in before opening it up. Vibes, a dildo… Nothing special.
She pulled her shirt up, removed her bra, leaned back into the seat, trying to get comfortable. She imagined a lover’s hands were her own. Stroking the underside of her breasts with their thumbs, pinching her nipples sharply, rolling them beneath a finger before stroking again…