A poor sense of direction

The orange low fuel light still glowed in the dash, but Lucy was already more than halfway home. It should only be a couple of miles now. The closer she got, the more motivation she had.

Navigating was proving to be a challenge through her murky windows. The street signs were entirely unreadable. And these streets were new to Lucy and with her new apartment.

Her towel had pooled around her waist while she focused. Not that she particularly minded. Even though the cold air chilled her skin, it still felt better than the damp, abrasive towel. In fact, no one could see her through this weather anyway.

And with that thought, Lucy pulled her towel from her waist and tossed it to the passenger floorboards. No sense in getting another seat wet.

Being more comfortable was great, but it did little to quell the sinking feeling in Lucy's stomach. She squinted at building after building but couldn't spot the apartment complex. No matter where she looked, she couldn't spot it or anything nearby that she remembered. She made turns and went even slower, but nothing helped.

As minutes turned to miles, the orange light from her dash blinked - the harbinger of troubles to come.

Lucy desperately wanted to keep looking, but her sputtering engine gave her little choice. She pulled into the nearest entrance, barely reaching the small lot before the engine's fumes ran out.

The white noise of the rain on the roof was all that held the naked stranded girl together. She sat motionless for a while, watching the droplets roll down her skin lit by a dim, splotchy streetlight.

Lucy reached up and grabbed one of her breasts. The hand felt warm against her clammy skin. She grabbed her other breast but quickly began sliding her hand lower. With no other outlet for her stress, it was all redirected to her anxious pussy. And it was hot, dangerously hot.

She stroked and rubbed and pulled and grinded, but it only made her needier. If she could just get this release, everything would be okay. She was certain.

One hand on her lips wasn't enough stimulation for Lucy. She tore her other hand from her chest, neglecting both nipples as she increased her efforts. She began exploring the depths below, but she couldn't reach far enough. She thrust her seat back before thrusting into herself, the new angle proving helpful.

Every breath brought her closer to the peak. It felt like she would start a fire with how hard she rubbed. The loud wet smacking between her lips grew faster and louder until she succeeded.

The downpour drowned out the screams and moans from within the old sedan. It was easily the strongest and the loudest climax the girl had ever had.

Finally returning to rest, Lucy's desire was more potent than ever, but her nerves calmed. She would find some way out of this mess.

Proving her resolve, Lucy reached down and grabbed the towel on the passenger floorboards. She made herself as decent as possible before pulling the keys out of the ignition and tossing them around her neck.

Lucy flung open the door and leaped out, feet splashing into cold water. She locked the door behind her, not knowing how to deal with it the next day. That was a problem for future Lucy.

Current Lucy's problem was finding a way home. So she trudged her way out of the vacant lot. Her towel was already sagging from the weight of the water it had absorbed, making it even more challenging to cover herself.

She had to walk low to avoid being knocked over by the tumultuous winds. Luckily, few cars were out, but when one did pass, Lucy opted to simply crouch down on the sidewalk. This made her nearly invisible in these conditions and made her a prime target for a cold shower from the passing car.

Lucy did her best to grin and bear it while she looked for any familiar place. That was when she spotted it.