submitted by @sexyheels25
So, I had a dinner fail last night.
They don’t happen often but I have no problem admitting that they do occasionally. Anyway, I said I would go get us something to eat and you asked for Wendy’s.
I left the house in my yoga pants with no panties and made my way to Wendy’s. Of course there’s a line. There’s always a line and they take forever anyway. May as well kill a little time, I open up Tumblr.
I’m already so horny and have played twice today already but that need is still there. That ache between my legs.
The wetness I can feel through my pants. I open up my favorite blog The Romantic Dominant and start to scroll this his stories, words, pictures.
I move up a place in line, I’m next to order. I can’t stop though. I slide my hand in my pants and gasp when I feel just how wet I am. I rub my clit, the pressure feeling too good.
I push my pants down to my knees, I need better access. My legs fall open immediately. I slide my middle finger inside my pussy and my back arches against the seat of my car.
It’s my turn to order. I take a deep breath so I can order but I never take my finger off my clit. Circling, harder, faster, the heat rising inside.
The person on the other end of the intercom tells me my total and I move my car forward. There’s one car in front of me, making me next for the first window. I don’t have long.
I put my head back against the head rest and focus more on what I need. I need to orgasm. I’m so close. I pump my finger, in and out of my soaked pussy. It’s not enough. I go back to playing with my clit.
The pressure is building. I rub harder and faster and I fall over the cliff. My body spasming behind my steering wheel. I take deep breaths and wipe my eyes as I see it’s my turn to pay. I move forward, my pants still around my knees.
The guy at the window stops for a second when he looks at me. He stutters for a second and then tells me my total.
I want to laugh but I do my best to keep a straight face as I hand him my card to pay. I slip a finger back inside my pussy as he processes my payment.
He hands me back my card and glances down between my legs. ‘Have a goodnight,’ he says. I smile at him. ‘You, too.’ I move forward to the next window to get my food.
There are a bunch of people milling around, putting my food together. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to notice and are too busy talking to each other to see I have my pants down even when they hand me my food.
I drive off and before I leave the parking lot I pull my pants back up and smile remembering the look on that guys face. I don’t know if I can go back to that Wendy’s.
Wow. That story is unreal. So sexy. Didn’t even stop as you paid. I know you posted this for your Master. He is no doubt one proud motherfucker right now.