“I think it’s better if you use my fingers inside your pussy.”The words hit me like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver down my spine. My hand froze mid-motion, my fingers still pressed against my clit, hidden beneath the hem of my skirt. I looked up, my heart pounding, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip. He wasn’t walking away like the others. He wasn’t pretending not to notice. He was here, standing at my car window, his voice low and steady, daring me to let him in.I didn’t know what to say. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My mind raced, torn between the thrill of being caught and the fear of what might happen next. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment—it was something else, something raw and electric. I wanted to see where this would go. I wanted to know what he would do.---It had started innocently enough. Or as innocent as these things ever are. I’d been sitting in my car in the parking lot of a busy shopping center, bored and restless. The sun was high, the air warm, and I’d been people-watching for the better part of an hour. Men walked by with their wives or girlfriends, their eyes darting toward me when they thought no one was looking. I’d caught a few glances, a few lingering stares, and it had given me an idea.I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could see myself, then slowly lifted the hem of my shirt, exposing just enough of my tits to tease. My nipples hardened under the cool air conditioning, and I bit my lip, watching as a man walking with his wife turned his head sharply in my direction. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he forgot to keep moving. His wife tugged at his arm, oblivious, but he didn’t look away until she pulled him around the corner.It was exhilarating. The way his gaze lingered, the way he couldn’t help himself—it made me feel powerful, desired. I leaned back in my seat, letting my shirt ride up a little higher, and felt a familiar warmth pooling between my legs. I couldn’t resist. I slipped my hand under my skirt, my fingers brushing against my panties, already damp with anticipation.I started slow, teasing myself through the fabric, my eyes scanning the parking lot for more reactions. A group of guys walked by, laughing and joking, but one of them stopped mid-sentence when he saw me. His friends kept walking, but he stayed rooted to the spot, his mouth slightly open, his eyes glued to my chest. I smirked and let my shirt fall a little lower, giving him a better view. His face flushed, and he quickly turned away, but not before I saw the bulge in his pants.That was all it took. I was wet now, my fingers slipping beneath my panties, circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. I kept my eyes on the parking lot, watching as more people passed by, some noticing me, some not. Every time someone looked, every time their eyes widened or their steps faltered, it sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I was playing with fire, and I loved it.---And then he showed up.I didn’t see him at first. I was too focused on the couple walking past my car, the man’s eyes darting toward me while his girlfriend scrolled through her phone. But then I heard the sound of a car door slamming shut, and I looked up to see him stepping out of a black SUV. He was tall, with dark hair and a confident stride that made my breath catch. He glanced in my direction, and for a moment, our eyes met.I expected him to look away, to keep walking like everyone else. But he didn’t. He stared right at me, his gaze unwavering, and something about the way he looked at me made my stomach tighten. I could feel my heart racing as he started walking toward my car, his expression unreadable. My fingers stilled against my clit, and I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how exposed I was.He stopped at my window and knocked lightly on the glass. I hesitated for a moment, then rolled it down just enough to hear him speak.“I think it’s better if you use my fingers inside your pussy.”His voice was low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment—it was excitement. I didn’t know what to say. My lips parted, but no sound came out. He leaned closer, his hand resting on the edge of the window, and I could smell the faint scent of his cologne.“You’ve been teasing everyone in this parking lot,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I think you need someone who can really give you what you want.”My heart was pounding now, my body trembling with anticipation. I wanted to say something clever, something bold, but all I could manage was a shaky nod. He reached through the gap in the window, his fingers brushing against my thigh, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me.“Roll it down a little more,” he said, his voice firm but gentle.I hesitated for a moment, then reached for the button and lowered the window just enough for him to slip his hand inside. His fingers traced a path up my thigh, sending waves of pleasure through me, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. His other hand reached for my shirt, pulling it down to expose my tits completely.“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. “Now let me take care of you.”His fingers slid beneath my panties, and I gasped as they found my clit, already swollen and sensitive. He started slow, teasing me with light strokes that made my breath catch. His other hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and I could feel myself getting wetter with every touch.“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Let me make you feel good.”I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his fingers moving inside me, his thumb circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I could hear the sounds of people walking by outside, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was him—his touch, his voice, the way he made me feel.“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers sliding deeper inside me. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”I nodded, unable to speak as he continued to stroke me, his movements growing faster and more insistent. My body tensed as the pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might burst.“Come for me,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me feel you come.”And just like that, I did. My body shuddered as the orgasm washed over me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me until I was left trembling and breathless. He didn’t stop though—his fingers kept moving inside me, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was squirming in my seat.When he finally pulled his hand away, I opened my eyes to see him holding his fingers up to my lips.“Suck them clean,” he said, his voice low and commanding.I hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and took his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself on his skin. He watched me with dark eyes as I sucked them clean, his other hand still cupping my breast.“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away and stepping back from the window. “I’ll see you around.”And just like that, he was gone...

“I think it’s better if you use *my* fingers inside your pussy.”

The words hit me like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver down my spine. My hand froze mid-motion, my fingers still pressed against my clit, hidden beneath the hem of my skirt. I looked up, my heart pounding, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip. He wasn’t walking away like the others. He wasn’t pretending not to notice. He was *here*, standing at my car window, his voice low and steady, daring me to let him in.

I didn’t know what to say. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My mind raced, torn between the thrill of being caught and the fear of what might happen next. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment—it was something else, something raw and electric. I wanted to see where this would go. I wanted to know what he would do.

---

It had started innocently enough. Or as innocent as these things ever are. I’d been sitting in my car in the parking lot of a busy shopping center, bored and restless. The sun was high, the air warm, and I’d been people-watching for the better part of an hour. Men walked by with their wives or girlfriends, their eyes darting toward me when they thought no one was looking. I’d caught a few glances, a few lingering stares, and it had given me an idea.

I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could see myself, then slowly lifted the hem of my shirt, exposing just enough of my tits to tease. My nipples hardened under the cool air conditioning, and I bit my lip, watching as a man walking with his wife turned his head sharply in my direction. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he forgot to keep moving. His wife tugged at his arm, oblivious, but he didn’t look away until she pulled him around the corner.

It was exhilarating. The way his gaze lingered, the way he couldn’t help himself—it made me feel powerful, desired. I leaned back in my seat, letting my shirt ride up a little higher, and felt a familiar warmth pooling between my legs. I couldn’t resist. I slipped my hand under my skirt, my fingers brushing against my panties, already damp with anticipation.

I started slow, teasing myself through the fabric, my eyes scanning the parking lot for more reactions. A group of guys walked by, laughing and joking, but one of them stopped mid-sentence when he saw me. His friends kept walking, but he stayed rooted to the spot, his mouth slightly open, his eyes glued to my chest. I smirked and let my shirt fall a little lower, giving him a better view. His face flushed, and he quickly turned away, but not before I saw the bulge in his pants.

That was all it took. I was wet now, my fingers slipping beneath my panties, circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. I kept my eyes on the parking lot, watching as more people passed by, some noticing me, some not. Every time someone looked, every time their eyes widened or their steps faltered, it sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I was playing with fire, and I loved it.

---

And then *he* showed up.

I didn’t see him at first. I was too focused on the couple walking past my car, the man’s eyes darting toward me while his girlfriend scrolled through her phone. But then I heard the sound of a car door slamming shut, and I looked up to see him stepping out of a black SUV. He was tall, with dark hair and a confident stride that made my breath catch. He glanced in my direction, and for a moment, our eyes met.

I expected him to look away, to keep walking like everyone else. But he didn’t. He stared right at me, his gaze unwavering, and something about the way he looked at me made my stomach tighten. I could feel my heart racing as he started walking toward my car, his expression unreadable. My fingers stilled against my clit, and I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how exposed I was.

He stopped at my window and knocked lightly on the glass. I hesitated for a moment, then rolled it down just enough to hear him speak.

“I think it’s better if you use *my* fingers inside your pussy.”

His voice was low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment—it was excitement. I didn’t know what to say. My lips parted, but no sound came out. He leaned closer, his hand resting on the edge of the window, and I could smell the faint scent of his cologne.

“You’ve been teasing everyone in this parking lot,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I think you need someone who can really give you what you want.”

My heart was pounding now, my body trembling with anticipation. I wanted to say something clever, something bold, but all I could manage was a shaky nod. He reached through the gap in the window, his fingers brushing against my thigh, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me.

“Roll it down a little more,” he said, his voice firm but gentle.

I hesitated for a moment, then reached for the button and lowered the window just enough for him to slip his hand inside. His fingers traced a path up my thigh, sending waves of pleasure through me, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. His other hand reached for my shirt, pulling it down to expose my tits completely.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. “Now let me take care of you.”

His fingers slid beneath my panties, and I gasped as they found my clit, already swollen and sensitive. He started slow, teasing me with light strokes that made my breath catch. His other hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and I could feel myself getting wetter with every touch.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Let me make you feel good.”

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his fingers moving inside me, his thumb circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I could hear the sounds of people walking by outside, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was him—his touch, his voice, the way he made me feel.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers sliding deeper inside me. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

I nodded, unable to speak as he continued to stroke me, his movements growing faster and more insistent. My body tensed as the pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might burst.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me feel you come.”

And just like that, I did. My body shuddered as the orgasm washed over me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me until I was left trembling and breathless. He didn’t stop though—his fingers kept moving inside me, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was squirming in my seat.

When he finally pulled his hand away, I opened my eyes to see him holding his fingers up to my lips.

“Suck them clean,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

I hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and took his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself on his skin. He watched me with dark eyes as I sucked them clean, his other hand still cupping my breast.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away and stepping back from the window. “I’ll see you around.”

And just like that, he was gone...

A young woman, confident in her sexuality, decides to expose herself in a public parking lot, finding excitement in the reactions of passersby. She escalates her public display to masturbation, attracting the attention of a stranger who approaches her car and offers to take control, leading to a heated encounter where she experiences intense pleasure and an overstimulating orgasm, ultimately sucking her own juices off his fingers.

I flashed strangers for fun, but then he made me cum

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