shamelesssarah

Impulse control people!

It is evidently something I lack. Late in the week I had an interview for a job. I arrived a little early as I always do. When I reached my destination I was pleasantly surprised to find that the building had an underground parking garage... one of my favorite fetishes.

I park and know I should go to my interview but the urge to touch my pussy is beyond my control sometimes. I knew the minute I drove down into the garage that I would have to find a way to satisfy myself. The more rational part of my brain is telling me that I'm dressed, I have pantyhose on, it will take way too long to get myself together and get to the interview on time.

However, the seed has been planted. Before I have time to really think it through my head dips below the dash and my mouth is wrapped around the shifter. Hey... I needed something to stuff into my pussy! I get the knob lubed with spit and remove a pair of scissors from my purse, instant crotchless panties. I knew I had to be quick. While I was trying to shove my shifter in my throat, I could hear cars passing by so close. My nipples were so fucking hard; I could not believe I was doing this. I straddled the console, facing the back seat, and lifted my hips moving my wet little snatch over the shifter. I tried to be gentle but as soon as I felt the top open my pussy I sat down on the shifter and tried to take as much of it as I could. It was more painful than I thought it would be. Before long it felt like I had the full length of the thing shoved deep inside me. I picked my hips up and rammed my pussy back down, harder each time until I was near convulsions.

The sound of a car coming snapped me out of it. I tried to pull myself together as fast as I could but the car passed before I could react. Hopefully all they saw was a girl looking in the back seat of her car.

On my way to the elevator, I walked by two older gentlement in business suits and wonder if they were in the car that drove by as I was finishing.

As a side note, I did well on the interview and when I returned to my car I found the my doorhandle cover with sperm. All I could tell myself is "You're such a fucking filthy whore!" as I licked the cold cum off of my car door.