A Car, 1 Woman, 2 Hours, and 3 Young Men. - Sex Stories

A Car, 1 Woman, 2 Hours, and 3 Young Men.

I drove there alone that day, I cant say why really, but it was a day full of promise and a day away from the riggers of work, stress of constant demanding, and a loveless marriage. The sky was clearing with promise, the clouds parting to reveal the blueness one comes to expect on a Summers morning, and I put my foot down on the accelerator and sped through the glorious Scottish scenery, the warmth of the sun accentuated with the hot air coming from the vents of the heating. In reality, it was still cool outside, under 10C, but sitting behind the wheel and feeling the power of the engine, now I know why men think of it as a cock extension. I smile inwardly, even I, as a woman, can feel my own sex organ respond, was it the early morning thing and my sexual urges, or the sense of control over a wild b**st, touching the pedal with my big toe, made such a powerful roar? There is an overwhelming sense of freedom behind the wheel of a sports car, something I always felt I deserved as a hard working intern in the cities main hospital. At 24 one could forgive me for feeling ancient and past it, even though the wolf whistles and reflected imagery would say otherwise. I had married three years back, and the stresses with long working hours and hardly meeting enough to consummate a union, let alone the total lack of sexual activity between us, had driven us apart, if the truth be told, it has been eleven months since my last full satisfactory fuck, and right now I wanted to feel being ...

... a woman again, and my heart raced with such a prospect actually happening. I love the open countryside, the basic natural earthiness, the fresh air, and dropping to the ground and just fucking your brains out. The thought makes me laugh out loud, I can scream, 'Fuck me', in my loudest voice, and no one will hear it of course, but just doing it wets my crotch in nervous anticipation, and my hand touches myself, as my summer dress rides high atop my long thighs, I begin to masturbate as I drive through the highlands of this beautiful country, if only someone else were here, or at least watching, but still, just doing it feels good. Typical, just as I start getting into a rhythm, a road sign indicates 'Road repairs', and as I round the bend, I am met with a set of traffic lights on Red, and not another car in sight, as the road winds away into nothingness. I continue with my masturbation and decide to take my panties off to make everything easier, and no sooner have they been tossed into the back seat, than the light turns green, and I am off again, my frustration being turned into kinetic energy as I speed along the narrowest of roads, the exhilaration adding to my bodies cravings. Finally the second set of lights come into view, and as usual, no cars to be seen, 'Fuckkkkkkkkk', I scream in my highest shriek, then I laugh and wind down my window. Three figures come from nowhere, all clad in parkas and hitchhikers back packs, I brake sharply and come to a halt, realizing I was ...