Follow the noise of the car

*Honk*

A soft honk alarmed me to what was happening in the nearby parking lot, and I felt compelled to investigate the sound as I slowly approached its source, eager to see what it was about.

A car, parked in seclusion, was softly creaking, as I saw it bob back and forth.

There was naughtiness at hand, and I was curious to find out more...

I got low and started moving closer, hiding myself behind other cars as I tried to get closer to the moving vehicle.

_Damn his thrusts are strong! _The stray thought coursed through my head, as I moved to the car adjacent to theirs, hidden from their view.

I had to look.

I had to see the action.

I peeked over the hood of my hiding car, observing the couple inside.

I didn't recognize them. There was nothing that tied me to them. And yet I was now part of this naughty adventure, as I watched the two lovers engage in their sexual game, grinding against each other and thrusting in their heated car.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

His forceful love-making was filled with vigor, passion, as their kisses carried their moan, their intertwined mouths battling against each other as they fought for power, neither really winning. Or rather, both doing so.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

My hand drifted on its own to the inside of my underwear, exploring my folds and matching the movement of the masculine figure in front of me. Their sexual game was now mine, as I played along, imagining myself inside of the car with them, playing the naughty scene in front of me as an active participant.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Here I was, just as public as these two, fiddling with myself in the open February air, chasing a sentiment that I have yet to feel. A naughty observer that might be observed herself, playing with her body in front of anyone to see...