Traffic jam kisses

An image of cars piled up in a traffic jam.

I shared this story – Traffic jam – for the first time in October 2012, and it was about time I edit it, and bring it back to the front of my blog.

Funny, whenever I am in a traffic jam on my way back from work, especially on those hot summer days, my mind wanders to sexy things. I’m sure that’s where this came from.

Traffic jam kisses

Simone sagged against the backrest, after getting into her car at the end of her working day. She sighed, not only because of the challenging day, but also from the heat that had flooded from the car upon opening the door. Her favorite spot had been taken when she arrived that morning, which meant her car had been in the sun all day. Leaving a black car out in the sun on such a glorious summer’s day, never was a good thing. Simone started her car, opened both the front windows and switched on the air-conditioning. It would take a while for the air-co to cool the inside, and in the meantime the heat could escape through the windows.

Once she was on the highway, she closed the window directly next to her. Simone had never liked the wind in her hair while driving. The cold air of the air-co was now noticeable, and she closed the other window too. Glancing at the clock and looking at the traffic around her, she estimated she would be at home in about half an hour. She could hardly wait to sit down in the garden with a glass of wine, and the book she was reading. She needed some relaxing after all the meetings she had.

Taking the exit on one highway to go to the next, the nose of her car turned into the direction of the town where she lived. Only fifteen minutes more, and she would be home. The thought had barely crossed her mind when the warning signs above the highway flashed on.
“No!” she said out loud, “noooo, I want to go home!”

In front of her, the cars already slowed down. Red lights and barriers told the story: the bridge would lift for whatever boat or ship had preference during rush hour. For some seconds, Simone wished she could just ignore everything in front of her and drive home, but soon she came to a halt behind the car in front of her. Knowing the delay might take up to half an hour, she opened the windows again and switched off her car.

Trying to relax, she looked at the cars around her. Next to her was a car with three young men in it. The front door of the car was about a meter in front of that of her. She listened to their conversation, realizing they were talking about women. Not just any women, but women they had fucked. Like young people nowadays, they seemed oblivious they were talking loud enough for people around them to follow their conversation word by word. Something stirred inside her. The summer heat always had this effect on her, but never when she was this tired. Against her nature, stuck on the highway in her car between strangers, horny feeling surged through Simone’s body.

Absentmindedly, she ran her hand over her breast, still listening to the conversation next to her. Her nipple was hard. Simone closed her eyes and leaned her head against the headrest. Only seconds later, a sound startled her. She opened her eyes and turned her head towards the sound coming from the window on the passenger’s side. Simone gasped. Two intense bright blue eyes looked at her.
“Me thinks the lady is horny,” the man said with an accent Simone didn’t recognize. His huge smile put her at ease as he continued talking, “it’s very normal for these kinda weather, ya’know?”

Simone nodded and blushed as his eyes moved to her hand still resting on her breast. She started to move her hand away, but he stopped her.
“Please don’t,” the attractive man spoke again, “I love when a lady touches herself. Ya’all know best to find your special spots.”
He winked.

Simone’s hand now rested just under her breast, but she moved it back up to her breast, lightly squeezing and watching the reaction of the stranger. He smiled and nodded.
“That’s it lady,” he urged, “that’s eeet. Just leggo off all the tension. Let the heat lead ya.”
He looked at her bare knees, and the hem of her skirt, about halfway between her crotch and knees.

“Just let the heat lead ya,” the man repeated and smiled. His message was clear.
As if it had a will of its own, Simone’s hand moved from her breast to her legs. Slowly she pulled up her skirt, revealing her red panties.
“That’s it lady,” he said, “go with the heat.”
His voice was hypnotizing. Simone kept her eyes on the man’s face, the lust in his eyes mesmerizing. His eyes traveled from her face to her breasts to her crotch, where her fingers now lightly brushed against her pussy.

“Slip ya’finger inside your panties, lady,” he urged, “feel your wetness.”
Simone pulled her panties to the side and ran a finger through her wetness.
“Tease that pussy, make it purrrrrr for me,” he smiled, winking once more.
Something in his voice made Simone shiver with delight and anticipation. Her body was on fire. Horny feelings and thoughts took over. She wasn’t aware of her surroundings any more, only of him, and her own lust.

She touched her clitoris, moving her finger over its firmness.
“Ah yes, ya’lil’button…” he sighed, his eyes now fixed on the hand between her legs, “such a nice puss’ you have. Just move those fingers, lady. Show me, just let go.”
Simone’s breathing became heavier. Her fingers pressed down harder on her clitoris, moving quicker.
“Let go, lil’ sex-a-lady,” he whispered, “just let go. Come. Come now. I wanna see you release y’r heat. Come, sex-a-lady.”

Simone suppressed a moan when she climaxed. Her fingers, wet with her juices, stopped moving. The man’s bright blue eyes rested on her face. He smiled.
“Thank you, lil’one, for making ma’day,” he said, saluted and walked away.

Simone watched as he got into a truck parked in the lane to her right. The door closed and his head appeared in the open window. He blew her a kiss, disappeared from the window and his truck roared to life. Only then Simone realized traffic had started moving again.

Β© Rebel’s Notes
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30 thoughts on “Traffic jam kisses

  1. Now retired, so daily traffic jams driving to work are a thing of the past. I’ve certainly seen some strange things in other cars in the jams, but never anything quite this hot. But sitting in my car with the hot sun streaming in and heating my groin certainly gave me some sexy daydreams.

    1. I love feeling the sun heat me up, especially ‘down there’, and that definitely gets the blood and the fantasies flowing πŸ˜‰

    1. Those plenty of traffic jams definitely makes for a lot of sexy day dreaming, especially in summer times πŸ˜‰

    1. There’s just something about an accent… and an unlikely location πŸ˜‰ xox

  2. Mmmmmm, most definitely! I have been listening to a book with Irish characters and I heard this man’s voice in the brogue the reader uses.

    The visuals this raised were very nice.
    A very sexy story. Thanks!

    1. You’re welcome, and I hope next time you’re in traffic you will think of this story and it will pull you through πŸ˜‰

  3. Certainly a better way to pass the time than switching the radio dial. I’m not sure I’d be quite as willing to follow the instruction of a stranger, but it did seem he had an accent, and I’m truly a sucker for certain of those. And confidence is, indeed, sexy. So, maybe…

    1. Where this is a fantasy of mine, if ever I end up in such a situation, I might not be as brave as my character πŸ˜‰

  4. Lovely tale Marie πŸ™‚ I really appreciate that your reworking past works for mouth pleasure.
    There’s certainly something to be said about strangers and traffic jams, isn’t there? I’ve written a talemor twonon this subject as well.

  5. What a wonderful way to ease the frustrations of a traffic hold up. Next time I am on the M25 I will keep my eyes open for ‘sex-a-Lady” πŸ™‚

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