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It's no surprise that when I go back to California, one of my first and most guttural urges is to drive. My palms sweat at first, especially the first time I press down on the gas petal. I feel almost predictable, which is always unpleasant.
My parents live near some of the most beautiful foothills of California, and it's always a treat to steal the car. As a teenager, wheeling off with a CD in was the first taste of freedom that felt perfect. I had done all the pre-requisite things as a 16 year old - fucking, drinking, vomiting, smoking, sucking, and taking the pill that was handed to me by a trusted boyfriend. But none of those felt so precisely free.
It usually takes me a few days to get my bearings on the road. It takes a few days before my hands relax for the 10 and 2, before I lean an elbow on the open window, before I turn the volume up as high as I can and sing loudly, windows cracked and voice splaying into the ether.
And then the switches all turn. I coast along twisting roads, feeling the car cling to the lip of the asphalt. I push the gas petal down and watch the needle climb steadily from 50 to 60 to 70 to 80 along the highways.
And in my utter control, in my utter relaxation, I always get turned on.
The vibrations of the seat play with my thighs, and the quiver is memorable, sentimental, and a blissful rush. The trembling easily works its way to my clit, and I can feel it swell as I grip the wheel.
Everytime I take a new, gliding turn, the car flying past signs to slow down, I tighten my cunt. The pulsing of the muscles is epically satisfying, but only because I speed past on-coming traffic, them completely unaware of my dampening pussy.
When I was younger I used to like to flash truckers, lofted in their cabs, looking down into the car. I would happily open a shirt and fondle a nipple. To this day, I much prefer being watched when I jerk off, and I imagine this must have crystallized at this stage in my development.
Even now, the feeling of being in control of this speeding mass of curves feels wanton. I have no where to be, no where to go, I simply drive to experience movement. I am only bound by how much I am willing to risk.
As my foot taps the petal I reach down between my legs. I usually prefer to have two hands on the wheel in these tight turns, but this feels better. I push my fingers immediately into my cunt, avoiding my clit altogether and begin to fuck. There is too much movement to focus on delicate flicks, even with a nail. I need to capitalize on this striking power and fuck. I need to be entered, violently. I want to be forced to take my own fingers.
My skirt pulls up around my waist as my hand digs into my wet pussy. I drip onto the leather seats below me, my underwear having rarely made it on a drive with me. I moan loudly, the windows rolled down enough to know my cries will echo.
I continue to fuck and speed, the road becoming winding and almost nauseating with sensation. I work my fingers in and out, pumping three into me even though it hurts. I want this now. I am demanding as much instant gratification from my cunt as I am from this car. The breeze streams in a chill but I am hot and flush. I continue to fuck myself, finally pulling out as I hit 55 to rub my clit ferociously. I dig at it, rough and uncaring. I drip from my cunt, the wetness not even making it to my open legs. I am vicious with my throbbing clit, feeling it swollen between my legs. I am so wet that friction is becoming a challenge and I suck and lick my fingers clean to push only harder and harder.
I dive back into my cunt, pumping just as fiercely. Every time I turn, I press just slightly down on the petal and the car surges forward. I try to only pound my pussy on the straight-away but I am having more and more close calls as I feel my orgasm building. I don't want to cull it with a lack of interest in speeding.
I pound, the needle on the car climbing. The road is tight, and so it my slit. I want to cum all over my fingers. I want to explode into my hand and lick it clean. As I slide into want I am immediately greeted with a turn and my hand jerks to the wheel to cascade around it. The hand print of cum is wrapped around the wheel as I return to my cunt.
I am rewarded with two lanes, and a long stretch of flat road. I return to fucking. I push a fourth finger inside me and cry out in pain. I fuck myself hard, letting the needle climb as high as she wants to go. I stream past a car or two as my orgasm finally wracks me. I scream, cumming on my legs, my fingers, the seat.
I blink rapidly, trying to get my bearings. I have lost any sense of where the hell I am. I drive, aimless. Spent. Wet.