A Deal's a Deal

I was still on my back, looking up at Tommy, thoroughly humiliated and ashamed of myself. I used my hands to cover my breasts, still feeling the slight tackiness of his cum on my skin. I still strained slightly to catch my breath, causing my hands and bosom to heave uncontrollably. “Well, Tommy, will you delete the pictures now?” I asked, desperately. I knew it wouldn’t be easy for him to simply throw away this much power. I watched his internal struggle manifest itself on his greasy face, and I pleaded silently that he would do the right thing. But, somewhere, deep inside of me, I felt something else … a very small part of me had already been growing since last night. That part was almost hoping he wouldn’t release me so easily.

Still, I was mostly relieved when Tommy tucked himself back in and rushed out the door, leaving the camera behind. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurd sight of him as he stumbled hastily outside. I leaned my head back against the carpet and closed my eyes; I took a deep breath. I had expected to feel ashamed of myself for what I had done. I didn’t.

Relief was all I felt: waves of it. Relief that Tommy had left, certainly, but also the general satisfaction of being with a man in any capacity, even one as awkward as him. I felt the validation that Paul hadn’t given me last night. I even felt relief that Paul wasn’t with me. For the first time, I felt as though I might enjoy my newfound freedom.

I decided to seize my optimism and venture out into the world. I locked Tommy’s camera away in a drawer, not really sure how to delete the pictures, and quickly showered his cum off of me. I put on a short denim mini skirt and a tight pink tank top that showed a hint of my midriff. Underneath, I put on a pair of matching lace panties, deciding against a bra. I put on a pair of open toed heels to finish the outfit and headed out the door.

The spring air was slightly cooler than I had expected, but felt good against my skin. I started the car and drove out of the neighborhood without really knowing where I was going. I found myself turning onto the highway without thinking. Unfortunately, not more than a few miles later, I was stopped. Apparently, an accident ahead had caused a complete logjam on the highway. I craned my neck to get a better look, and saw people getting out of their cars. I knew I’d be stuck here for a while. In a futile huff, I fell back into my seat, opened the windows, and shut off the car.

I let my mind wander back to this morning. I wondered what would have happened if Tommy had been more bold. I fantasized about him taking full advantage, fucking me clumsily. I closed my eyes, delving deeper into the daydream. Idly, my hands moved under my skirt, rubbing my clit through my pink panties. I felt myself getting wetter and rubbing harder as I imagined bouncing up and down in Tommy’s lap on my own couch. One hand had moved up to my chest, pulling aside the material and exposing myself to the cool air before I realized where I was.

Instinctively, my eyes opened, and I noticed I had an audience. To my left, a man in a large SUV was looking down at me intently, smiling. “Don’t stop on my account, honey,” he said, casually realizing he had been caught. He had moved from the driver‘s seat to the passenger‘s to get a better view. “We’re going to be here awhile, so I may as well take in a show.”

I don’t know what came over me, but all I did was laugh. I didn’t try to cover up at all. The man was average looking, wearing sunglasses. He wasn’t much older than me. All I could think about was the opportunity I had missed with Tommy; my lust was clearly clouding my judgment. I pulled my legs up and propped myself up onto my knees in the driver’s seat, sticking my torso out the window. Our cars were closer together than I thought. I couldn’t open my door without hitting his car. He responded by leaning out to meet me. “Maybe this show is interactive,” I whispered, completely consumed with my desire for sex.

His smile grew and he didn’t hesitate. He reached his hands out and freed my breasts completely of the thin top. I felt him fondling me as I leaned in to kiss him. I knew hundreds of people were probably watching, but only felt more aroused at the prospect.

Suddenly, I felt him move his hands down to my waist and pull, roughly. In a moment, I had been pulled through my own window and into his, my face landing roughly in his driver’s seat, narrowly avoiding the gear shaft. I was facedown in his lap, my legs still dangling out the window. I let out a yelp of pain. “I’m sorry, that must have hurt,” he said, insincerely. He slid his hands on to my ass and squeezed, massaging me gently. My body tingled in delight as he did.

I caught my bearings and managed to pull myself free, now sitting properly in the driver’s seat. “It did!” I exclaimed in mock outrage. I pulled off my tank top and tossed it at him lightly. “But, I think I’ll get over it,” I continued and climbed into the back seat. He wasted no time following me. We spent what seemed like ages kissing, with his hands massaging and tweaking my breasts and nipples, driving me mad.

Finally, he pushed me onto my back and slid my underwear down my legs. He left them dangling from my right leg, which was now outside the window. I imagined the sight of it from the other cars. I thought he was going to fuck me, but instead, he left his pants on and kissed his way down my body, until his face was inches from my wet pussy. At first, he teased me, lightly sliding his fingers along the outside of my lips. I was getting lightheaded from the anticipation and tried to push slightly against him. When he did plunge his fingers into me, I shuddered in ecstasy. He began licking softly, finding my small clit and flicking it back and forth. Gradually, he began to increase the pressure, finding other spots on my sex with his tongue.

I didn’t bother stifling my screams; I was well aware that everyone around us knew what was happening. He brought me to orgasm in minutes, licking, sucking and finger fucking me expertly. When he lifted his head, I was dripping with sweat and had cum three times, practically **** from the energy spent. He brought his wet fingers to my mouth and I sucked my own juices off them. He kissed me again.

“I wish we had time for you to return the favor,” he motioned sullenly to the line of cars ahead of us; I could make out the signs of movement in the distance, “but it looks like I’ll have to be satisfied with that.” I smiled and crawled over him and back out the window. I felt him tug my panties off my leg. “Well, maybe I’ll just keep these, too,” he said as he gave my ass a slight slap.

I crawled back into my car and back behind the wheel. My tank top landed in my lap just as I got adjusted. “Where are you headed now?” I heard him call as I dressed myself.

“Well, now that I need new underwear, the mall!” I blew him a kiss as I sped off, now that the traffic ahead of me had cleared.

I thought the mall might be fun, but I wasn’t so sure I wanted any panties at all at this point.