By Coy Pink

“I wonder how many of those people up there get a show?” wonders Hub, about the nearby apartment building, as we get back into the car after visiting the “adult boutique.”  By the tone of his comment, I know it’s time for me to put on my show.  I open the glove compartment and remove the vibrator that has been hiding there.  We decide to visit the Lovers store to continue our search for thigh high stockings before picking up the kids.  We’re about twenty minutes away from the store.  More than enough time for me to get off.

As I ponder the thought of someone seeing our little romp during the drive, a story I’ve read earlier in the week comes to mind.  I start to tell Hub about the hot, unintentionally-exhibitionist fun Bad Bad Girl has written about.  A tryst in a parked car with a dominant, bossy man with others watching.  Very exciting and beyond hot.  Then he orders me to take off my pants.  The man who never orders me to do anything has just forcefully told me to strip.  That alone is enough to get me wet.  I eagerly obey, dropping my pants to the floor.  I recline my seat, turn on the vibe, and set it on my clit.  I try to position myself so that he can enjoy the show without having to turn his head too far.  Soon he picks up the camera and starts to record the action.  I am enjoying all of this – pleasuring myself, letting him watch, being filmed.  Every so often he’ll give me an order.  This only inflames me more.  Soon the vibrator isn’t enough.  I hold it in place with one hand and stick two fingers from my other hand into my pussy.  I’m wet already and I know this is only the start.

Just a few minutes from our destination and I am feeling my orgasm building.  I am aware of nothing else.  If anyone has noticed what is going on inside our car, I’m blissfully oblivious.  Now I must come.  For him, for myself.  I am rubbing the vibe on my clit as I push my fingers in and out of my pussy.  I come and it is breathtaking.  The thrill of having just been so close to a gorgeous girl mixed with the excitement of getting myself off in front of my husband, in the car where someone might see, has added a divine facet to this orgasm.

I look over at him, grinning and relaxed.  He smiles back.  Minutes later we pull into the parking lot at Lover’s.  After parking, he leans over to kiss me then pulls away and smiles again.  I adore this man.  I pull my pants back on, knowing that they will be soaked through in seconds, I am so wet.  “Well, that is unfortunate, isn’t it?”  he says with a smirk.  We enter the store, hand in hand.  And I know that our fun for the night has only just begun.