Ebony Try Not to Get Caught Masturbating in Parking Lot
Title: “An NC-17 Thriller in the Walmart Parking Lot”
It was a sultry summer afternoon, the kind of day where the very air seems thick with hidden desires and unspoken taboos. In the vast, sweltering expanse of the Walmart parking lot, a lone dark-skinned car prowled. The sun glinted off its hood as it glided between the rows of vehicles, seeking… something.
At the wheel was Ebony, her full, ebony lips pursed in concentration. The air conditioning caressed her bare, cocoa-brown legs, but it was a poor substitute for the human touch she craved. Her velvet eyes darted from car to car, searching for prey.
There! An unsuspecting minivan on the far edge of the lot, its window slightly cracked, air conditioning still running. Ebony licked her lips and pulled up beside it, carefully positioning her car so her window would align with the minivan’s.
With a covert glance to ensure no witnesses, she opened her car door – and caught the eye of a startled middle-aged man behind the wheel. Their gazes locked. Time suspended. Then, in a pulse-pounding moment, Ebony did the unthinkable:
She reached between her thighs, hiking up her tight floral dress to reveal a black lace thong. Hooking her thumb under the fabric, she drew it aside, revealing the glistening folds of her perfect ebony pussy.
Trembling with anticipation, Ebony pulled her vibrator from her purse. It was the biggest, blackest, baddest model she could find – with a realistic lollipop-shaped head. Slowly, provocatively, she began to drag it over her swollen clit, each circle sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
The man stared, mouth agape, paralyzed with shock. But as Ebony stroked herself faster, adding a finger in to match the rhythm of the vibrator, she saw his gaze darken with desire. His hand crept to his crotch, squeezing the growing bulge tenting his khaki pants.
Emboldened, Ebony hiked her dress around her waist. Spreading her knees, she plunged the vibrator deep inside her gelatinous, honey-dripping walls, pumping it like a human dildo. Her other hand toyed with her own glistening clit, rolling and squeezing that tiny pearl until her back arched with ecstasy.
He had his cock out now, stroking it in time with Ebony’s motions. The slick squelch of her wanton fucking, the lewd schlick of her labia parting around the vibrator, the rattling clatter of the plastic dildo hitting the steering wheel as she slammed into herself, all mingled with his gasping pants, making a lewd symphony rising towards a breathless crescendo.
Their eyes locked again across the parking lot, a sizzling interface of lust. In that moment, the vibrator struck that magic button inside her, and Ebony flew apart. Her thighs clapped together, squeezing the dildo as her orgasm crashed through her. She threw back her head and howled her pleasure to the empty lot, eyes rolling back in her skull.
With a strangled groan, the man followed, his cock pulsing rhythmically as thick ribbons of cum spurted onto his steering wheel. They shuddered and convulsed and rode out their climaxes in a shared daze of bliss.
As the peaks receded, reality came trickling back. Embarrassed, they started frantically putting themselves back together, tucking away sticky flesh, smoothing rumpled clothes. Ebony reversed the vibrator from her juice-slathered cunt with a wet plop. The man hastily did up his fly.
Ebony glanced over one last time, burning her lover’s face into memory. Then she floored the gas, peeling out of the lot with a squeal of tires and a lingering waft of pussy. She turned the rearview mirror down to catch her reflection. Her face was glazed with sweat, eyes glazed and hair mussed into the divinely disheveled look nature intended. A satisfied smirk spread across her lips.
Another successful public “accident” accomplished, Ebony decided with a mischievous grin. After all, she couldn’t help it if people just couldn’t resist her ebony erotic energy. If they wanted to get an eyeful, well, she’d give ’em an eyeful. And maybe, just maybe, it would sate them. For now.
But as she merged into traffic, Ebony already felt that aching emptiness inside – and her fingers crept to her immobilizer of an “accident.” Two orgasm night, anyone? The parking lot closed until tomorrow. Ebony glowed, envisioning the lewd silhouettes of her next shady rendezvous, waiting darkly around the corner, under that summer moon.
