HIGHWAY HANDJOB – I wank inside my car in a rest area when a sexy woman see my cock
Title: **Highway Handjob: A Risky Encounter**
The day had been long, and I was driving back home from a tough business trip. My body ached from sitting in the car for hours on end, and my mind was fuzzy from the monotony of the highway. As I approached the rest area, I decided to take a brief break to stretch my legs and clear my head.
Pulling into a secluded spot, I killed the engine and sighed. The silence was a welcome reprieve from the constant hum of the road. I reached down, unbuckling my belt, and unzipped my pants. My hand slipped inside, wrapping around my already stiffening cock. I stroked myself slowly, enjoying the familiar sensation.
As I became lost in my own pleasure, a tapping on the window startled me. I turned to see a stunning woman standing there, a puzzled look on her face. Embarrassed, I quickly zipped up my pants, but it was too late. She had seen everything.
The woman, probably in her mid-thirties, was breathtaking. Her long chestnut hair fell in loose waves around her face, and her piercing green eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and lust. She wore a tight red blouse that clung to her ample curves and a short black skirt that hugged her toned thighs.
I rolled down the window, a crimson blush spreading across my face. “Sorry, I was just… I didn’t mean for you to see that,” I stammered, feeling like a teenager caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The woman just smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “No need to apologize,” she purred, leaning into the window, her cleavage nearly spilling out of her blouse. “I’ve been wondering what you were doing in here for the past fifteen minutes. I thought maybe you were taking a nap.”
I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing in my pants at her proximity. “I, um, I was just taking a break,” I said, trying to sound casual.
She arched an eyebrow. “A break, huh? Looks more like you were having some fun.” Her gaze flicked down to my crotch, where a tent was forming in my jeans.
I squirmed uncomfortably, both from the embarrassment and the growing need inside me. “I’m sorry, I’m usually not like this. It’s just been a long day, and… well…”
She cut me off with a wave of her hand. “No need to explain. I find it kind of hot, actually.” She bit her lower lip, her eyes smoldering with desire. “If you want, I could help you finish what you started.”
