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Chapter 8 by Quazar Quazar

What’s next?

A rest stop

Isabelle stayed an hour more at the beach. After the incident she didn’t dare set foot in the water again. Instead she sat in her chair and just watched the waves crash. Once she packed up and changed she was back on the road.

As she drove she couldn’t help but think about her savior. ‘Who was she? Where did her clothes go?’, questions like this flooded her brain but among them a big one started to persist, ‘Why did it look so natural?’ The more Isabelle thought about it the hotter she started to feel. She turned the A/C up and that seemed to cool her down but she noticed a part of her still felt a bit sweaty. Maybe not sweaty more like wet. Isabelle looked down and saw that a wet spot was forming in her shorts.

‘This is just me being pent up!’, she reasoned in her head, ‘I’ll head to the motel I booked and take care of this.’ She tried to hold off as long as she could but her loins were still aching for attention. “Or I’ll just use that rest stop.”, she said out loud as she turned into the parking lot. Isabelle rushed in and quickly made her way to the toilets. She went to the nearest stall she found but then stopped. Quickly she looked under the stall next to her hoping that no one was there.

To her fortune there wasn’t quickly she opened the and fighting the urge as long as she could discreetly pushed her shorts and panties down. Her pussy was dripping she couldn’t take it anymore as she plunged a finger in sliding so easily between her folds. The feeling was amazing and she almost let out a moan but covered her mouth just before she did.

In and out she slowly moved her fingers trying to keep her moans under control but she wanted more. She stuck another finger in and it almost caused her to scream. She worked faster and faster she was so close to the edge; then suddenly the door next to her opened Isabelle was stood frozen with her hand stuck in her pussy. She heard the sound of the door next to her closing followed by the sound of clothes shuffling.

Isabelle wanted to stop hoping she got brought to reality but she just felt so good.

Does she stop?

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