Eyes on the road, on my way home from a spa day, my body’s sensitive and relaxed. Soaking the sun all day has warmed my body inside and out.
I push my legs together, trapping my throbbing clitoris. Delicious shivers run down my spine. Two beads of flesh beg to be released from their confinement. My hand slips inside my top. Fondles. Pinches.
I push the top down.
My breast exposed, I wonder if people in the other cars will be able to see. Gently rubbing my hard, sensitive nipple with the palm of my hand, I hope they do.
Writing a story of exactly 100 words is quite a challenge. It’s a great exercise, as it forces you to look critically at what you have written, and dares you to keep to the essence of your story. Try it!
© Rebel’s Notes