Traffic Jam Kisses

Simone sagged against the backrest after getting into her car at the end of her working day. She sighed, not so much from the challenging day but from the overwhelming heat which had flooded from the car upon opening the door.
Her favorite parking spot had been taken when she arrived that morning, which meant her car had been in the blazing sun all day. Leaving a black car out in the sun on such a glorious summer’s day never was a good thing.
Simone started her car, opened both the front windows and switched on the air-conditioning. It would take a while for the air-con to cool the inside, and in the meantime, the heat could escape through the windows.
Once she was on the highway, she closed the window directly next to her. Simone had never liked the wind in her hair while driving. The cold air of the air-con was now noticeable, and she closed the other window too.
Glancing at the clock and looking at the surrounding traffic, she estimated she would be home in about half an hour. She could hardly wait to sit down in the garden with a glass of wine and the book she was reading. She needed some relaxation after all the meetings she’d had today.
Taking the exit on one highway to go to the next, the nose of her car turned in the direction of the town where she lived. Only fifteen minutes more, and she would be home. The thought had barely crossed her mind when the warning signs above the highway flashed on.
“No!” she said out loud, “no, no, noooo, I want to go home!”
In front of her, the cars had already slowed down. Red lights and barriers told the story: the bridge would lift for whatever boat or ship had preference during rush hour.
For some seconds, Simone wished she could just ignore everything in front of her and drive home, but soon she came to a halt behind the car in front of her. Knowing the delay might take up to half an hour, she opened the windows again and switched off her car.
Trying to relax, she looked at other cars. The conversation of the three young men in the car next to hers drifted in through the open windows. They were talking about women, and not just any women, but women they had fucked. Like young people nowadays, they seemed oblivious they were talking loud enough for people around them to follow their conversation word by word.
Something stirred inside Simone.
The summer heat always had this effect on her, but never when she was this tired. Stuck on the highway in her car between strangers, horny feelings surged through Simone’s body.
Absentmindedly, she ran her hand over her breast, still listening to the conversation next to her. Her nipple was hard. Simone closed her eyes and leaned her head against the headrest.
Only seconds later, a sound startled her.
She opened her eyes and turned her head towards the sound coming from the window on the passenger side. Simone gasped. Two intense bright blue eyes looked at her.
“Me thinks da’ lady’s horny,” the man said in an accent Simone didn’t recognize.
His huge smile put her at ease as he continued talking: “It’s very normal for deez kinda weather, ya’know?”
Simone nodded and blushed as his eyes moved to the hand still resting on her breast. She started moving it, but he stopped her.
“Please don’t,” the attractive man spoke again, “I love when a lady touches herself. Ya’all know best to find yir special spots.”
He winked.
Simone’s hand now rested just under her breast, but she moved it back up to her breast, lightly squeezing and watching the reaction of the stranger. He smiled and nodded.
“That’s it lady,” he urged, “that’s eeet. Just leg-go off all da’ tension. Let da’ heat lead ya.”
He looked at her bare knees, and the hem of her skirt, about halfway between her crotch and knees.
“Just let da’ heat lead ya,” the man repeated, and smiled.
His message was clear.
As if it had a will of its own, Simone’s hand moved from her breast to her legs. Slowly, she pulled up her skirt, revealing her red panties.
“That’s it lady,” he said, “go with da’ heat.”
His voice was hypnotizing.
Simone kept her eyes on the man’s face, the lust in his eyes mesmerizing. His eyes traveled from her face to her breasts to her crotch, where her fingers now lightly brushed against her pussy.
“Slip ya’finger inside yir panties, lady,” he urged, “feel yir wetness.”
Simone pulled her panties to the side and ran a finger between her lips.
“Tease da’pussy, make it purrrrrr for me,” he smiled, winking once more.
Something in his voice made Simone shiver with delight and anticipation. Her body was on fire. Horny feelings and thoughts took over. She wasn’t aware of her surroundings anymore, only of him.
Him, and her own lust.
She touched her clitoris, moving her finger over its firmness.
“Ah yes, ya’lil’button…” he sighed, his eyes now fixed on the hand between her legs, “such a nice puss’ you have. Just move those fingers, lady. Show me, just let go.”
Simone’s breathing became heavier. Her fingers pressed down harder on her clitoris, moving quicker.
“Let go, lil’ sex-a-lady,” he whispered, “just let go. Come. Come now. I wanna see you release yir heat. Come, sex-a-lady.”
Simone suppressed a moan when she climaxed. Her fingers, wet with her juices, stopped moving. The man’s bright blue eyes rested on her face. He smiled.
“Thank you, lil’one, for making ma’day,” he said, then saluted and walked away.
Simone watched as he got into a truck parked in the lane to her right. The door closed and his head appeared in the open window. He blew her a kiss, disappeared from the window, and his truck roared to life.
Only then Simone realized the traffic was moving again.
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