By Hand

Emma took one last look at Mike's drained cock. It would be a bit before he was ready to go again. Knowing that Michael was on his break, and they were pressed for time, Emma sat back and started undoing her pants.

She quickly undid the buttons hiding her panties, then tugged until the jeans came down passed her ass. She used her toes to pry of her shoes, then yanked her jeans the rest of the way off. Lastly, she pulled her underpants down. There was another rush of adrenaline as she rode along, naked from the waist down.

Mike tried to watch the road, stealing as many peeks at her as he could, without risking their lives. Emma spread her legs and placed her feet on the edge of her car seat. Spread wide, with her sex open, the car quickly filled with the humid scent of her.

Emma watched Mike as she rubbed her pussy. Her leg was blocking Mike's view a bit, but this was more for relief than show. She wanted him watching the road anyway.

Emma slid two slender fingers inside of herself, plunging them deep. Her thumb pressed and rubbed over her clit. Mike's nostrils flared as more of her heady scent reached his nose. Emma took a perverse pride in his reaction, glad that he seemed to be wanting more. She was tempted to have him pull over and service her like she had done for him such a short time ago.

But judging by the small amount of scenery she had been able to catch on their journey, they were already heading back towards the bus stop. Emma relented and continued her frantic masturbation.

Getting close to the needed relief, Emma turned things up. "What would your wife say is she knew this was happening?" Emma was enjoying her role as the other woman, getting an almost sadistic thrill out of betraying some stranger.

"Divorce," Mike answered, stealing another glimpse of Emma fingering herself.

"And that doesn't bother you?" Emma asked, her voice low and hoarse.

"Oh it would. But I'm a weak man, and if divorce happens, it will be because I had a damned good time first."

The thought of being some man's plaything, and ruining some one's marriage, gave Emma another demented rush of excitement. Combined with her working fingers, it sent her over the edge. She thrust her ass to the edge of the car seat and frantically finished herself off.

When her whimpering and writhing had subsided, she leaned back in the seat, ass hanging off the edge. She left her legs open, giving Mike a view of the parted and flushed parts of her sex.

Grinning, she lazily moved her fingers to Mike's face. He didn't hesitate to suck on them, cleaning all of Emma off of them. Relieved, and a bit refreshed even, she lounged half naked the rest of the way to the bus stop. Some one waiting for the bus may catch a glimpse of something, but Emma assumed no one would be waiting there.

Luckily, she was right. The blonde hurried to get the rest of her clothes on while Mike enjoyed the show.

"Call me anytime, Emma." Mike said, waiting for her to get out of the car.

"Wasn't that your office phone? Or what about your wife?" Emma asked, not quite sure about calling a married man at home, despite her earlier thoughts.

"You have my work number, but it goes to a cell, not my desk. It's always on. You can imagine how many criminals find themselves in need of a lawyer late at night." Mike answered her.

Emma doubted that there were many criminals in this tiny town that needed lawyers at any time, but she kept that to herself. Instead she said she'd see him around and left it at that.

Mike took another look at her ass in her jeans, then drove off. Emma smiled to herself and headed back down the road to her aunt's.