College girl squirt masturbating in an uber. Public Masturbation

Title: “Squirt-tabulous: Public Passions Unleashed in an Uber”

Stephanie couldn’t believe her bad luck. Stuck in an Uber ride back to her college dorm, with a driver who seemed determined to make small talk while she just wanted to get home and pass out. The night’s parties had fried her brain, and all she could think about was getting her hands between her legs and relieving the ache that had been building all evening. As the car pulled onto the highway, Stephanie silently cursed. This was going to be a long ride home.

But then, a wicked idea popped into Stephanie’s alcohol-addled mind. What if she just went for it? Right there, in the backseat of this stranger’s car? The thought sent a shiver of excitement through her body. It was naughty, it was risky, but god was it tempting.

With her mind made up, Stephanie reached down and slowly slid her skirt up her thighs. The cool air conditioning hit her bare skin, making her shiver. Of course, she’d forgotten her panties that morning – partying was charging enough with all the clothes on, let alone trying to keep up with trivial details like underwear. The skirt now bunched around her waist, exposing her glistening pussy to the driver through the rearview mirror.

“Just keep driving and don’t look back,” Stephanie slurred, her voice thick with lust. “I’m gonna make myself feel real good.”

The driver’s eyes widened in shock before darting back to the road. He opened his mouth to say something – probably to protest, to refuse to be party to whatever string of bad decisions this drunk, horny college girl had planned. But then a thought struck him – a beautiful, empowering feminist moment where he decided he would respect the young woman’s agency over her own body and pleasure. If Stephanie wanted to masturbate in the back of his car, then damn it, he would make sure she had a good time.

“Alright,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Let me know if you need anything.”

With that absurdly formal agreement out of the way, both Stephanie and the driver queerly settled into their roles. She leaned back against the leather seats, spreading her legs wide so that the cool air could assault her sensitive, wanton lips. Her fingers danced across her body, over her clothed breasts and down to where she really needed them. With a sigh of pleasure, Stephanie stroked her outer lips, feeling herself grow wetter by the second.

The driver kept his eyes on the road, but in his peripheral vision he could see Stephanie’s naked lower half, glistening and writhing. He thanked all his lucky stars that he had decided to forgo that extra cup of coffee earlier – at least he could still focus on driving and not risking hitting a pedestrian that might ask inconvenient questions. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, but he didn’t know if the clenching of his hands and jaw were from concentration or arousal.

Lost in her own headspace, Stephanie readily abandoned any shred of inhibition. Her middle finger found her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her toes curl. Her other hand teased her entrance, dipping a finger in and then pulling it out, covered in her slick arousal. She stroked herself faster, harder, chasing the pleasure that always seemed just out of reach.

Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming warmth radiating from her core. Stephanie looked down at her pussy and smiled. That glow must have been her body getting ready to squirt, its way of warning her to brace for impact. She plunged two fingers deep inside herself, imagining it was her favorite toy, only bigger. Those fingers pressed right against her G-spot and she felt herself unraveling.

Stephanie cried out in ecstasy without restraint, hoping everyone on the highway could hear her over the blaring car radio. Her hips bucked up off the seat as she came hard, squirting all over the pristine Uber leather, marking her territory like an animal in heat. Her body shook and trembling, juices flowing out and pooling beneath her hips. Afraid that she was making a big mess back there, she didn’t even feel the warmth of her own liquid coating her thighs, a new, delicious sensation.

The driver, true to his word, kept his eyes on the road. But every so often, a moan from the backseat would distract him and have him imagining Stephanie, legs spread, face flushed, writhing back there. He felt his own arousal growing, but he kept pushing that aside. He was, after all, a professional.

As her orgasm slowly ebbed, Stephanie slumped back against the seat. She felt exhausted, satisfied, and absolutely safe in her post-coital glow. Her mind was clear and she felt like a brand new woman – one who could do anything. It was only then that she realized they had arrived at her destination.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile and large wad of cash, sliding out of the car and strutting towards her dorm door. The wind caressed her legs, damp from her activities, blowing up her skirt. Her loud squeals of pleasure, like a siren song, announced her arrival to the entire dorm. Not that she had any intention of being quiet about her achievement – this was something to be proud of.

The driver watched her go, mouth agape, before pulling back onto the street. He was in desperate need of a cold shower. But as he drove off, a noticeable spring in his step and a satisfied grin tugged at his face. It was going to be a long shift, but at least he had a good story to tell later. Of course, some things were best left out of the official report.

And so, the college girl makes her triumphant return to campus, her hips and thighs sticky with the evidence of the shameless stunt she just pulled. The Uber driver is left feeling strangely crushy and fulfilled, the literal unsung hero of this tale. Stephanie had just experienced the best ride of her life, and it wasn’t even in her bedroom. It’s proof that masturbation truly can happen anywhere, with the right mindset and a little bit of ~ambition~. And while one can never rule out a sequel, for now this is the story of “the girl who squirted on an Uber”. Just your average wild night in college.

But remember, stay safe out there folks. If you decide to go for a little self-love in a moving vehicle, make sure you tip your driver well.