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Hannah called again, one afternoon the following week, so exited I can barely get a word in edgewise.
‘I just bought something you’re going to love,’ she blurts out. ‘You have to let me come over and show you!’
Generally, when Hannah comes over, we get naked and fuck until we can’t walk, so I say, ‘Should I be naked?’
‘That sounds hot, but this is for your car.’
Still, I’m wet by the time she arrives. I almost gave myself one quick orgasm to pass the time, but I know one is never enough, so I resisted!
Luckily, she called a few minutes later and said, ‘I’m down in your parking lot. Join me.’
She was standing next to my car when I came out, smiling like she’s just found a massage school that’s looking for volunteer subjects. She wears a tan sweater thing that’s like the opposite of a tank top. Instead of straps going over her shoulders, it has one in the middle of the front that attaches to a turtleneck that holds it up. It’s backless, but I’m not looking at the back. I can’t stop admiring the way it stretches tight over her boobs.
‘Get in,’ she says, shaking me out of my trance. I chirp the lock, open the door and stop for one more look. ‘You’re gonna love this,’ she grins.
I trust her, and I trust that I will come!
She reaches into a mailing pouch and pulls out a heart-shaped piece of plastic not quite as aksaray escort large as the palm of her hand. She hands it to me.
I’m not sure what to do with it, so I hold it while she reaches into to pouch again, and pulls out what looks like a small doorbell button, except that it appears to have straps. Finally, she pulls out another gizmo that looks like some of the stuff she installed to operate my cameras.
‘This’ll only take a minute. Then we can have some fun!’
She opens the glove box, inserts a plug into the power source that powers my car system, then attaches the device to the back wall with an adhesive strip. Then she reaches across me and uses the strap on the other thingy to fasten it to my steering wheel in the ten o’clock position.
Then she kisses me. And as she does, she takes the plastic heart from me and I feel her hand slide inside my panties. But when she pulls it out, something slightly chilly remains.
She breaks the kiss and says, ‘Press that button.’
I do, and immediately–
‘Oh my god, oh my god!’
The plastic heart is vibrating like mad against my clit!
‘Let go, dummy.’ She giggles.
As soon as I do, the vibration stops.
‘What the fuck?!’
‘It’s a Panty Buster. That’s the remote,’ she says, pointing to the button, ‘but there’s also this.’
She amasya escort pulls out what looks like a hand grip with a button on top. She presses it and the vibe kicks in again, this time not so powerfully.
‘You like it, don’t you?’ She teases, watching the grin grow on my happy face.
‘I do! But is that button less powerful than this one?’
‘No, it depends on how hard you push it.’
She demonstrates, depressing the button and causing the intense vibration I felt when I pushed the button on my steering wheel. I grip the seat.
She eases off and lets me enjoy it again.
‘I could come this way, right here, and no one would know. Except you.’
‘I think you should,’ she says, handing me the control, and leaning in to give me a quick kiss. ‘Now, get in the back seat so you have plenty of room.’
I get into the back seat. Hannah joins me, pushing me to the middle. I find a level that’s almost too much and my mind begins to swim.
I can’t get naked, not here in the middle of the parking lot, but that sort of adds to the excitement. I slink down a bit so I can fondle my boobs below window level. I wish I had two more for my nipples!
She senses my need, and takes the control from me. I use both hands, pressing my nippies in with my index fingers, turning them in circles. The pleasure antalya escort is intense; I won’t last long.
I had to watch the video later, partly to see if it looked as hot as it felt. I’m glad she forced me to the middle; the view from the mirror camera shows all of me. So this is what the girls in my back seat experience.
This is so cool! If they’re too shy to touch each other, one can still help her friend have an orgasm. I watch myself squirm, my eyes squeezed shut tight, my body experiencing such penetrating pleasure. There’s no doubt anyone walking by would have known what was happening, but no one stopped.
Chills run down my spine. I quickly find myself in an altered state of consciousness.
‘Oh fuck!’
My body jerks. I cry out. The pleasure is so intense, I can’t hear, I can’t see, I can do nothing but let this decadence storm my entire being. It lasts for minutes, hours, I don’t know, but then I collapse. I’m like a limp leaf, fluttering to the earth.
After an eternity, I can see again. I find Hannah watching me, a wicked smile on her lips. She has so thoughtfully taken her thumb off the button, so I’m not tortured any longer. I pull the heart out of my panties and suck it clean of my erotic juices, then I hold it next to my heart..
I’ve barely recovered when my app chimes. I check my phone.
‘Suri Skubic,’ I tell Hannah. ‘Want to ride along and see if I can get her to use it?’
‘I’d love to, but I’ve gotta run. I have a new client I need to impress. But I couldn’t wait to show you this.’
She gives me one last kiss and says, ‘Have fun!’
Then she’s gone. And I’ve only come once!
