Erica isn’t alone anymore

As my excitement diminished, my head fell back onto my backpack as I closed my eyes to rest a moment. I turned the vibrator off, the reality of how dangerous it had been to lose control like that setting in. I hadn’t been watching the road, my only focus being my own pussy, so someone could have easily-

“Are you ok?”

I suddenly became very aware of just how ice cold my skin was. I opened my eyes and lifted my head again, and found that a car sat no more than ten feet away, the female driver staring right at me. My hands flew to my pussy, covering it as best I could. That had been a mistake, as the vibrator, still inside of me, ended up getting pushed further in. My eyes crossed, and I let out a low groan. The driver, interpreting that as a cry of pain, opened her door and rushed to my side.

As she passed the high beams of her car, I got a proper look at her. She seemed to be just a little older than me, maybe around 21. Her wavy brown hair was cut short, ending just below her ears. She wore a pair of blue skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that looked to be straining to hold her D-cup breasts.

“Oh shit, what happened to you? Were you attacked?” She asked, clearly concerned for my safety. She was making an effort not to touch me, perhaps afraid to scare me. I didn’t know how to answer without telling her what she saw was the result of no ones actions but my own. Instead I dodged the questions.

“I-I’m c-c-cold.” I spoke through chattering teeth, only just realizing myself how cold I was. This seemed to be enough to at least make her realize I didn’t want to be sitting outside naked in the pouring rain. She gently reached for my left arm, looking in my eyes for some sign of permission, before I nodded. She helped me to my feet, before leading me to the passenger seat of her car.

When I took my first step, I felt my body tense up, and I realized that I still hadn’t taken the vibrator out. Even while off, it still shifted around as I walked. As much as I wanted to remove it, I was afraid if I did then this seemingly kind stranger would think I was some kind of freak for masturbating on the side of the road.

She opened the door for me, and I got in. The interior of her car vaguely reminded me of what a hippie van might look like. It was very dark tan, it’s seats covered in a matching furry material. I actually felt kinda bad knowing I was going to be getting the seat wet. From the rainwater, that is. I had no intentions of a follow up of what had happened on the bus.

The girl closed the door, and ran around to the back of her car where she opened the trunk, pulling something out. I got a little excited, thinking that maybe she had something for me to wear. When she got back to her driver seat, she handed it to me, and I realized it was just a blanket. Still, cover was cover, and I wasted no time wrapping it around myself.

“I wish I had more than just a blanket to give you.” She said as she cranked her heater to max. I told her it was ok, and I was just glad someone had been there to find me. As I spoke to her, I realized that her white shirt hadn’t held up against the rain very well, clearly showing she wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked down to where I was staring, before beginning to blush.

“Heh, guess that about evens us up.” She said with a sheepish smile, gently placing her hands up to hide her nipples from view. “I’m Wendy, by the way.”

“Um, Erica.” I said, the awkwardness of the situation rapidly growing. We sat in silence a moment, before finally she just started to drive, one arm over her chest. Luckily she was heading the way I’d been walking. I never even thought to ask about my backpack, still left on the roadside with my only article of clothing.