Undeserved and inopportune rest.Finally, after many weeks,

Undeserved and inopportune rest. Finally, after many weeks, I had an interview job. It was only the first step, of course, but in times of crisis, taking it It is already a reason for joy. The prospects for the position, furthermore, were pretty good. Good salary, good hours, not inconsiderable extras... The only bad thing was the situation, which would force me to take a car and spend an hour way to go and another way to return every day. Something perfectly acceptable, given the circumstances, however. Happy, but nervous, I began to prepare for the interview. At the same time I was practicing trick questions and thinking of good answers, I started to get dressed and get ready. Half naked in front of the mirror, while I was putting on makeup, my My head began to plague me with the idea of ​​giving me a quick fingering, only to calm the nerves. I knew it was a bluff, and that the moment started, I would be unable to stop. It's happened to me before, and I couldn't afford it. lose another job opportunity. I rejected the idea not without effort and prepared myself a lime blossom to combat nerves in the traditional style. I mentally went over the list of favorable body signals again, the skills and prepared questions. I took a deep breath, put on my shoes and I left the house heading to the car. The click of shoes on the cement The parking lot saturated my senses, leaving my mind blank. "Blank It's better than thinking about masturbating with the gear shift stuck in the car. Damn, so things are going well for now," I thought internally. A moment... Shit, no, once again the idea of ​​touching myself flooded my head. I tried shake the ideas out of my mind. It was not the time, it was clear. inside a For a couple of hours I could do whatever I wanted, but now I had to focus. I started I turned on the engine, put it in first gear and left the parking lot. Halfway there, I felt a strange warmth. My hands were sweating slightly and my breathing rate had increased. I rolled down the window to let him in. some fresh air, but the truth is that it solved absolutely nothing. My My senses were hypersensitive and I felt a chill. Unconsciously, each Every time I had to change gears, I licked my lips while squeezing the brake pedal hard. gear lever. The rubbing of the thighs in combination with the texture of the stockings were extremely pleasant to me. Even the seat belt Located between my breasts it had something special that I couldn't define. Strange ideas floated through my mind again like faint passing clouds... or perhaps not so faint, perhaps they were the warning of a storm to come. Maybe not It was such a bad idea. He was a few minutes early. Something quick. my thighs They sought the warmth of mutual contact. I didn't want to accept it, but I was getting tremendously horny. Destiny is treacherous, always trying to set traps along the way, and in That moment of depression, he couldn't think of anything better than to put a rest. My body anticipated a decision that my brain had been making from a few kilometers before. I turned on the turn signal, took the exit and I headed with a firm hand towards the designated area, empty at that time, which It benefited my intentions. I stopped the car, without stopping the engine. I was trying to fight the furious desire to cum in that lonely place. Warm rays of sun raised the temperature of my hands on the steering wheel. I took a deep breath, but there was nothing to decide. My thighs were already rubbing with each other and my bunny was already horny, asking for more attention. When I turned the key and silence invaded the place, I definitely lost against myself and my wishes While my legs intertwined like two snakes in heat, my hands They began to lavish caresses everywhere, starting with the hair and the neck, and descending slowly. The buttons on the blouse were falling off as my arm continued relentlessly on its path. I leaned the seat back, surrendered to what he was doing. Now more comfortable, my hands took care of my sensitive breasts. My pussy was a little stove. I rolled up my skirt and put a hand over the lace panties. The pressure on the area made me let out a groan. I could feel the humidity through the thin fabric without any problem, and between Therefore, the soft touch of my legs caressing one against the other filled of sensations my senses. The free hand played with the opposite tit, avoiding the nipple, appreciably marked under the bra matching the panties. I lost track of time, and only the call to the mobile phone probably from the interviewer, brought me back to reality. But the return was brief. Instead After taking the call and trying to make up some excuse, the cell phone ended up between my legs, stuck to the soaked fabric of my panties and bringing me to ecstasy more genuine as if it were my best vibrator. I thanked God for the enormous insistence from whoever called me. But like any good drug, there is never enough. I got rid of my panties and began to masturbate with rhythm, looking for of a second orgasm. One finger followed the other and soon I felt full, experiencing intense pleasure. That feeling of fullness, while the fingers inside me they branch off and explore each one on their own, widening my slit, adapting to the touching... And another call. I tried to grab the phone, but it slipped out of my hands. covered with natural flows, and fell to the ground, where they had long lain my panties My fingers quickened their pace after hitting an area that was too special. A terrible orgasm began to shake my body, and I let myself go like who lets himself be carried away by a wave of incredible proportions. Later, now relieved and relaxed, I tried to contact the company and I made up a bad excuse for my absence. At least I got They were granted another chance the following week.