Getting your own back, a short story by Amalova. Date added: 2009-04-22. Times viewed: 4585.

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Intro: An observation game played while driving can while away the time and also occasionally produce outrageously sexy results. Voy, SoloM, Het.

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With a little training Pavlov's dogs salivated when he rang a bell. I too am well trained. When brake lights come on and traffic starts to slow en masse, I get an erection.

I've driven vans for years. And for years, on motorways and dual carriageways, I've played this rather dangerous but exciting game when bored. I look carefully into every car that overtakes me. If it is driven by a guy, I do nothing, get nothing. If it's a woman driver, I get certain rewards depending on her looks, her dress, her car:
Woman with no flesh showing: 1 pump of the erect cock
With bare arms: 2 pumps of the cock
Open shirt or V-neck: 2 pumps
Bare shoulders: 3 pumps
Bare calves: 3 pumps
Bare knees: 4 pumps
Bare thighs: 5 pumps
Cleavage: 5 pumps
Belly: 10 pumps
Bikini top: 20 pumps
Nipple (saw one once): 50 pumps
Full bikini (one of these too): 100 pumps
Knickers: 100 pumps
If she is pretty then the reward is doubled, so:
An ugly to average-looking woman with bare shoulders and calves scores... 3 plus 3 equals 6.
If she's pretty, that is doubled to 12. So, I pump - or rub, the choice is mine - my penis 12 times. No more, no less.
An average woman with cleavage, bare thighs and shoulders scores 5 plus 5 plus 3 equals 13.
Good-looks doubles that up to 26. This very entertaining activity not only helps pass the time it improves my maths too. Don't worry - you don't need to memorise the list and I'll do all the sums for you.
An open top/convertible car doubles the score also, so it's quadrupled for a pretty girl in a cabriolet... that one event could score enough to get close to cumming. Now I play the joker: in slow-moving traffic, a car counts more than once if we overtake each other multiple times... so a good looking, semi-naked girl in an open-top car in a traffic queue is a guaranteed windscreen wiper (I cum pretty far so always keep a pack of tissues handy for that very purpose) as first I lead, then she leads, then me again, etc. But be warned - there is a scientific law that states:
Beautiful car: ugly girl.
Take a look, next time you're out on the roads, and honk me if I'm wrong. OK, there is the odd exception that proves the rule, but that's it. Ugly women have nice cars for much the same reason that small-cocked men have big, phallic cars. Compensation.

‘Over to Lynn for the traffic news.'
‘Thanks Nicky. A lorry has just overturned on the A1 northbound carriageway, 5 miles south of Harrogate, blocking both lanes. The road could be closed for some time so best avoid that area. Drivers are advised to leave the A1 and find an alternative route.'
Part of me is completely pissed off by that radio bulletin. Another part of me smiles slyly and then yells ‘Yes!' I've passed the last available junction to escape and am going to be stuck for some time. The sun blazes into the passenger side window and I have my window open to circulate the scorching air. Red brake lights begin to glow up ahead and I can see a trail of them snaking off into the midday haze. Twenty mph. Pavlov's cock starts to salivate. Bigger and bigger. It grows as we slow down and the potential for my pumping game increases. With a racing heart and an idling engine, I free my penis from the confines of my jogging bottoms, wrap a hand around it and wait.

Man... man... man... damn... man... man (there are far more men driving cars on the roads than ladies)... gap... woman! Long blonde hair, bare thighs and arms, bit of tit too! And pretty. What a start. 12 doubled... 24. I do it slowly to start with. By the way, they can't see me doing it - I'm higher up than them and the opaque door panel shields my nether regions. If a lorry or van overtakes me I have to cover myself up with something - my coat on the next seat - pretty quickly, but other than that, it's fine. My pants are in the way though and it's a bit frustrating so, on 12, I pause. Taking my hands off the wheel, I hook my thumbs over the elastic, then raise myself up a little and slide them down to my thighs. God, that's better. Quality wanking conditions! A nice hot day too so my balls are loose and out of the way. I finish off the last 12 pumps. (By the way, any women passing me during masturbation do not count... that would be too confusing.) I glance in the mirror and see another female crawling up from behind... alongside... damn. Old lady. Still scores though: bare calves and arms. What would she say if she knew I was wanking over her? Probably call the police. Might make her day. Anyway. That's 5 more... long, full, slow, tight ones... and I push the ring formed by my index-finger and thumb down hard, bending the tip of my cock forwards with the force... I love that. If I hold it there long enough and get the pressure just right, I will cum. The orgasm would be initially spunkless and very strong, then as I release the constriction and allow the flow, my creamy cum would pour out in thick globules into my pubes. I decide to ease off and save it. I shout out of the window after her,
‘Thanks love!'

The outside lane grinds to a halt but we are still creeping forwards. I pass the old lady again - 5 more - then the blonde takes over beating my hard cock. If the traffic is sparse I double up for a blonde sometimes, but today the game birds are thick on the ground so just 24. This time she does me quickly and lightly, index finger stimulating the underside where a drop of precum has momentarily reduced the friction to almost nothing. Oh, yes! I get a twinge in the loins. I'll cum for her if we keep this cat and mouse game up. No sign of them moving though and I soon lose her in the wing mirror as I roll slowly on. Now it's man... man... man and I start to soften.

There's a convertible ahead with the top down and that's enough to get me hard again. Ooooh, the sweet anticipation. Is it a girl? Please let it be. Hair is long enough... silver BMW. Oh yes... I see her tanned arms, shoulders... some sort of tube top? No, thin straps. Low though, so there'll be some tit... Jesus, I'm very hard now, just holding it. She's three cars away. Shoulder length dark hair. Please have bare legs. Please be pretty... One car in front and I start to use up her shoulders and arms scores: 3+2 times 2 for convertible =10. One pump... two, three, four... she's alongside now... I look down at her... please turn this way... come on... seven pumps, eight, nine... She turns and looks straight into my face, but is distracted by my moving shoulder, falling and rising... her mouth falls open, eyes wide... she knows what I'm doing... Oh, fuck, she can tell. That is scary because she could call the police, but it's also a massive fucking turn-on. More important than all of that is the fact that she has a very short white dress on and is sexy as fuck - not classically beautiful, but she reminds me of a young Chrissie Hynde. Not ‘Brass in pocket' but ‘Bra in pocket' judging by her protruding nipples. Can't work out her score, but it's immense... right, she's worth 2, 3, 5, 5...15, quadrupled... 60. Does a nipple count when it's so obvious though still covered? Maybe even 260? Fuck, I'll be close by then.

She's in my wing mirror now, still looking at me. I stare forwards and apply the brake as my queue comes to a standstill. Her lane inches forwards. Here she comes... dare I look. I'm up to 35 strokes... can I cum in 25 more? No. OK. Need some more points. Quick sideways glance. She's not looking at me... but she's slid down in the seat and her dress has ridden up. I bet only I can see this... Oh my God... white knickers... there they are, pulled so tight around the bulge of her vulva that I fancy I can see her slit. That's 100 times 4... easily enough. Now she looks at me... we're parallel... she mouths ‘OK?' and winks and continues forwards. I don't fucking believe this! She's two cars in front. Fuck. Now we start to move too. I'm up to 150 strokes and could cum now, but I'm saving it... We put on a 5 mph spurt and I'm alongside her again. I risk a glance down. She stares forwards... her right hand is off the wheel... Oh, yes! Sweet Jesus! Between her legs, two fingers rubbing her clit through her panties. She smiles, wryly... knows what she's doing, the dirty little whore... I've never seen anything like this. Should I cum now while the going is good? Or will it get better?

She turns towards me and mouths again, ‘There yet?' and raise her eyebrows. All I can do is shake my head. She's four cars ahead in no time, right alongside an articulated lorry. Then I lose sight of her as the road curves. Fuck it. I could cum now, but this could be my best ever... or I might never see her again... Decisions, decisions... There she is, seven, six... five cars away... left elbow on the back of the passenger seat, waving something in her left hand, spinning it round her index finger, something... white. She is stationery now. At three cars distance I can tell what she is waving... knickers. She's slipped them off. What a fucking tease. I wank like a madman, so I'm ready to cum when I'm alongside... I'm gaining on her... can see freckles on her back, now can see down her cleavage, now her thighs... broadside again. Oh God! Hairy, black snatch rubbed by two fingers... her legs fall open and her fingers are inside. She holds them up and they glisten in the sunlight... slides them between her lips one at a time. Sucks them clean. I'm pumping harder... soon be there... Again she moves ahead and now we both slow and suddenly stop. Air brakes signal that we might be here some time. The lorry in front turns off his engine. I sense others do the same and I follow suit. My ears ring in the immediate silence. I close my eyes and try to remember exactly how she looked, replaying the scene in my head, pumping slowly but hard.

‘Excuse me! I've got a bone to pick with you!' I turn in shock, pull my coat over my naked crotch. Her head is in the cab. Her tits are too, resting on the glass of the wound down window. Beads of sweat sit on her brow. A faint patina of pockmarks scars her cheeks, adding exponentially to her animal sexiness. I breathe in. She's horny as fuck. Chrissie Hynde she could be... except the voice which is coarse, common. ‘What the fuck are you doing? And what the fuck am I going to do with these now?' Suddenly, before my face, the knickers she was twirling. ‘Can't put these back on, can I. They're dirty!' She opens up the gusset. A thick, sticky layer of musky mucus stares me in the face. ‘I think you should clean them... before I shout and tell all these people what you were doing.' She pushes them to my lips and I feel the still-warm stickiness. I relax my jaw and the salty sweet material slides into my mouth, touches the tip of my tongue. ‘Lick me,' she whispers, her voice suddenly hoarse. ‘Lick me clean.' My tongue seeks out, and my taste buds savour, every trace of her slippery fluid, till all that remains is the damp, white cotton and my own saliva. What others imagine we are doing is beyond me, but maybe we just look like two people in conversation.

‘Let me see what you've got then, come on, don't be fucking shy,' and she pulls the coat from my lap. ‘Not bad, seen worse... seen a lot fucking worse,' and she strokes me, gently. I moan, close my eyes and my head falls back. A sharp pain rips through my groin. She's suddenly wanking me very quickly and painfully hard, like a machine, her fist slamming into my crotch then all the way to the tip, like she's banging on a tabletop. The pain subsides, turns to pleasure and I can take it. I'm enjoying it.
‘Harder,' I demand. She looks surprised, amused and she complies. Fuck. Soon be there. I can't take much more of this before I cum.
I hear an engine start up, then another. Cars are moving... twenty ahead, nineteen... fifteen...
‘Hurry up! Hurry up! Cum! Cum! We haven't got all fucking day.' Her voice is a growl. The tenth car ahead is starting to crawl away... Fuck! she's going to have to go before, before... it's starting... deep in my loins... my mouth waters and I taste her again. That's the key - I have her juices in my mouth... I had her knickers in... my... and with that thought and her tight, pumping fist the world disappears in a fireworks display better than anything Disneyland ever dreamed of. I hear the soft thudding sound of spunk hitting the ceiling, hitting the screen, and feel it on my legs... a splash on my face. ‘Oh yes, Oh fucking yes! God all mighty! Fucking hell! Wow! It's fucking everywhere!' Her hysteria makes me cum harder than ever. ‘You've cum good, young man!' and she laughs at her own joke.

I open my eyes in shock. The car in front of me is moving away, other cars sound their dissonant chorus. She gives the car behind me a V sign.
‘Fuck off! What's your hurry?' The bloke alongside me has wound down his passenger window and starts to say something, but as he hears her admonishment of the guy behind he winds it back up. She shoves her semen covered fingers unceremoniously into my mouth, forces me to taste myself. ‘That's called getting your own back! Keep the knickers love. Wrap ‘em round your cock whenever you wank and think of me. I'd like that... I'd really fucking like that!'
She laughs, gives the bloke behind another V sign, then skips the ten yards to her car and clambers in. With a roar and a wave she is gone.

 

 

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