Fender Bend(Her) Over
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Fender Bend(Her) Over
About Faye Ryan
Fender Bend(Her) Over
Faye Ryan
Also by Faye Ryan
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Fender Bend(Her) Over
It was only while I was driving down Pacific Coast Highway after I'd had coffee with my best friend Angie at Jacked Rabbit Coffee when I started to feel...funny. I thought it was just the caffeine at first—with my quick beating heart, increased alertness, and general sense of feeling warm and cozy all over. But then a tingling sensation started to develop between my legs that demanded I grind my crotch against my seat.
"What the hell?" I said aloud to myself. I gripped the steering wheel tight and squeezed my legs together. I bit my lip as I made small little circular motions against the seat with my waist while slowing down to stop at a red light.
But the pleasurable sensations seemed to be coming out of nowhere and showed no signs of abating. And now, in direct contrast to my mood while having coffee with Angie—which was sullen and depressed on account of how lonely I'd been since Ryan, my fiancé, decided to break off our engagement six months ago—I was suddenly having these...urges that I hadn't felt since I was a freshman in college. And I don't mean the subtle, pleasurable feelings of desire one has when passively daydreaming about sex; I mean full-blown "I need to get home and fuck myself with a vibrator" sort of feelings.
The light turned green and I cautiously proceeded through the intersection. I opened my eyes wide, took a deep breath, and tried as best I could to focus on the road ahead of me.
Only that sensation down below...
I was about to pull over and figure out just what the hell was going on when my phone rang. I welcomed the momentary distraction and put it on speaker. "Hello?"
"Katie, it's Ang. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way home. Why?"
"Oh, no reason."
I could tell immediately by the tone of her voice that this was not true. And suddenly, that tingling between my legs was back.
"Are you..." There was a short pause while Angie shuffled something around in the background. "Are you feeling okay?"
I knew it! I thought to myself. Things were starting to become a bit more clear. I found an open section of sidewalk and pulled my car over. As soon as I put the car in park, the sensation between my legs grew in intensity. I ground my crotch into my seat while I asked, "Angie, what did you do?"
She giggled on the other end of the phone. When she started speaking again, her voice was sly and sultry. "I may have slipped a little something into your drink."
"What?!" I shouted into the phone. And I must have shouted pretty loud, because two construction workers working on the sidewalk beside my car turned their heads to look at me. I lowered my voice. "Angie, if you slipped molly into my drink..."
"Relax. I didn't give you extacy. I wanted to give you a good time, not kill you. You've been so down lately and you said yourself you haven't been laid ever since Ryan left you."
The tingling sensation was slowly turning into a pulsing vibration that seemed almost painful if I wasn't constantly sliding my crotch against my seat. Only it was barely doing the job. I glanced over at the two construction workers near my car and made sure they weren't looking as I unbuttoned my jean-shorts and unzipped. With my free hand I slid my hand down my panties and began rubbing my clit. Touching myself instantly sent waves of pleasurable sensations up my body that made my lower lip quiver. I bit it to hold it steady. I turned my attention back to my conversation with Angie. "Angie, what did—what did you give me?"
I could hear Angie on the other end shaking a pill bottle. "Well, the brand name is 'Addyi' but the generic name is 'Flibanserin.'"
I slid my finger down past my clit and between my folds. I was already pooling wet and craving something inside of me. I slid my finger up inside myself and my breath caught in my lungs. "What—the hell—is that?" I stammered, when I finally caught my breath.
"The female Viagra," she said.
I stopped fingering myself for a moment while I shouted, "The female Viagra?!" I immediately turned my head toward the two construction workers. Apparently they heard me and were now looking at me through my passenger window. One was oblivious, but the other apparently noticed I had my hand down my panties and a wide grin crept onto his face. I immediately pulled my hand out, embarrassed, and gripped the steering wheel.
"Don't worry, it'll only last a few hours. But it's going to be one hell of a few hours." Angie giggled. "Go get laid you wildcat, you. You can thank me in the morning." And with that, the call had ended.
"You...You bitch!" Although I wasn't actually mad. This was just like Angie, and deep down I understood what she was doing.
I gripped the steering wheel tight and thought for a second. It didn't take long for me to come to the conclusion. I...I have to get home, I thought.
There was a knocking at my passenger door window.
I turned.
The construction worker that gave me the wide grin was now looking in my window. On any average day, he would have been a seven. But today, horny as hell and with my womanly juices flowing, he looked like a rock solid ten. All I saw were his thick, strong arms. His firm, tanned body. And in my minds eye I saw his long, hard cock dangling between his legs. He nodded toward me and gave me another smile. "Are you okay, miss?" he asked.
I definitely have to get home, I thought. I bit my lip, fighting the feelings of desire coursing through my veins. "Oh, goddammit Ang," I said to myself, as I turned the keys and started the car. Then, like a bat out of hell, I put the car in drive and stepped on the gas.
I was still a good half-hour away from home. I'd abruptly moved out of Ryan's place six months ago when he declared he no longer had feelings for me, but instead had feelings for his tall brunette secretary he'd been sleeping with for the better part of our relationship. Thankfully, Angie was there for me and helped pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. Her friendship meant everything to me. And while I would have liked to have lived closer to her, the only thing I could find that I could afford was what felt like a continent away.
I kept to the speed limit at first, my hand still down my panties trying to keep the sensation between my legs from increasing too strongly. Anytime I would stop and try to distract myself however, the desire to touch myself grew so strong that I found myself squirming in my seat and drifting out of my lane of traffic.
I tried my best to keep my upper body as straight and still as possible whenever another car passed. I certainly didn't want anyone knowing what I was playing with myself down below. But my four-door sedan sat pretty low to the ground, so whenever someone in a truck or SUV drove by I had to pull my hand out and grip the steering wheel, pretending that I was just another commuter on my way home and that I didn't have the desire to finger myself like crazy.
Soon, however, the desire became too great, and I could no longer hold to the speed limit, but instead pushed on the gas. I kept sliding my hand down my panties, along my thin sliver
of course hair and rubbing my clit with my fingers. This sent waves of sensation throughout my body that caused my chest to tighten and my breathing to become short. I didn't want to slide my fingers inside myself while I was driving. I knew the sensation would be far too distracting. And the last thing I wanted was to get into an accident and have to explain why my shorts were unbuttoned and I had my hands down my panties. I could just imagine the conversation. "Well, you see sir, I just had an itch I needed to scratch. And no, I wasn't fondling my breasts and steering with my knees on the steering wheel..."
I shook the thought away.
An itch I needed to scratch, I thought. That's an understatement. I just didn't know what I was going to do. I needed to get home and take care of myself. What was Angie thinking? That I'd be so horny that I'd pull over and pull the first guy I saw into my car and tell him to fuck me silly?
There was a stoplight up ahead. Construction was going on in the intersection and the two-lane highway I was traveling on was reduced to one lane. Traffic was congested and the thought of having to wait inside my car with these pulsing desires while crawling through the construction zone at a snails pace was almost too much to bear.
I slowed down and stopped behind a dozen cars, waiting for the light to turn green. I was rubbing my clit in tight little circles, dipping my finger along my wet hole and bringing it back up and relishing in the slippery wetness of my folds. I was panting and breathing heavy. The desire to slide my finger inside myself was almost unbearable.
I turned my attention to look out at the beach and ocean beyond the sidewalk beside the highway. I wanted something, anything to distract myself, and I thought the gentle lolling of the waves crashing on the beach might temper the fiery desire to please myself. But what I saw made my mouth drop agape. "You've got to be kidding me..." I said to myself.
Instead of what I'd expected to see, a warm sandy beach extending from the sidewalk all the way down to the water, there was something else that couldn't have been more inconveniently placed. Attached to the sidewalk, was a large outdoor fitness center, where a dozen shirtless, sweating, muscle-clad men worked out. Most were doing some form of weight training—benchpresses, curls, and pull-ups—their muscles ripped and tight while they worked. Others were doing sit-ups, crunches, or bicycle kicks—their six-pack abs firm and defined. All the men were of the typical, fit, Southern California variety that I had come to know and love watching.
My heart beat a little faster. My vision narrowed. My breathing became tight and short. And the sensation between my legs...grew.
I used two fingers from my right hand to spread my folds and slid my middle finger inside of me while I watched. It felt like heaven on earth, working my finger in and out of me. Fireworks exploded in my brain as I worked my finger in and out of my hot wet tunnel. It took every ounce of strength I had not to step out of the car and let those men have their way with me. I imagined going over there and straddling the first one I saw, and sliding his firm hard cock inside of me while my hands traveled across his firm, toned body. I imagined humping away on him while the others stood around me naked, their rock-hard cocks poised around me waiting their turn. I'd ride the one between my legs, while I worked the cock of another man in and out of my mouth, bringing him us both the the point of climax at the same time. And just as he shot his load out onto me, I'd be riding a wave of orgasmic contractions that would course through my body.
"Ohhhhh myyyy Goddd," I whimpered out, breathing heavy and closing my eyes. I was sliding my fingers in and out of me, making a wet mess of my panties, faster and faster now, pretending it was a firm hard cock pounding me.
Suddenly there was a blaring car horn behind me. And I was immediately startled out of my fantasy.
Apparently, the traffic ahead of me had been clear for some time, as the SUV that had been in front of me was now already through the intersection.
I quickly let up on the brake and proceeded through the intersection.
"I just need to get home...I just need to get home...I just need to get home..." I told myself, shooing away thoughts of construction workers and weight lifters and how good it would feel to be alone in the privacy of my own home where I could slowly slide my vibrator inside of my aching pussy—
"NO!" I shouted aloud to myself, shaking away the thoughts. "Just get home...Just get home..."
I managed to get down the road another ten minutes, only occasionally grinding myself against my seat or sliding my fingers between my legs very briefly, when I finally turned off the highway down the long winding canyon road toward my home.
After Ryan left, I'd managed to find a decent apartment in a new development area off Pacific Coast Highway. It was only three miles from the ocean, and had trails winding up the hills of the canyon where I'd spent many Saturday and Sunday mornings working out. But right now, I'd wish I'd rented a place closer than three miles down the canyon.
I was at my peak. I could hardly contain myself any longer. I had it in mind to pull over to the side of the road, crawl into the backseat, and finish the job right then and there.
But if someone saw...
No. I had to get home. Then I could be in the privacy of my own home, where I could pull out my vibrator from the bottom of my panty drawer, crawl into bed, and shove it inside me until my heart's content.
My heart was beating rapidly, thrumming in my ears. Every part of me was aroused and sensitive and eager to be touched—my nipples were erect and perky, my body energized and longing, and between my legs...
I must have had my eyes closed, thinking about everything sexual. Because one moment I was driving down the highway, not a car in front of me, and in the next moment, there was a deer standing in the center of my lane in front of me.
I kept my steering wheel straight and slammed on my brakes, tires screeching and sliding across the asphalt. My seatbelt held me tightly in place while the force of the car was trying to pitch me forward. I gripped the steering wheel tight and had time to wonder just what in the hell I was going to do if my car was damaged to the point I couldn't make it home.
But I didn't have to worry. It all happened so fast. And before I knew it, my car was stopped just inches away from the deer. The deer didn't even seem to care. Or maybe it was so frightened that by all the noise and the sight of a huge mass of metal sliding toward it at a high rate of speed it couldn't move even if it wanted to. It just stared at me for a second, then trotted off the road into the brush as quickly as it could.
As soon as it was gone, my body reminded me that I still had a powerful drug coursing through my system. My mind immediately went back to thoughts of hung men and having something stuffed between my legs.
But before I had time to let up on the brake and start driving again, something crashed into my car from behind and jostled me forward. I kept my hands on the steering wheel and made sure I stayed traveling in my lane. And before I looked in my mirror and registered that another car had just rear-ended me, I had time to think both I've been hit and I'm never going to get home.
I pulled my car over to the side of the road in a small turnout area and the other car did the same. As soon as I put my car in park. I sat there for a minute, breathing heavy and trying to calm the level of my arousal. But all I could think, all I could feel, was my little clit between my legs fully engorged and eager to be stimulated, and my warm wet tunnel between my legs aching with desire.
And now I had to deal with this...
I took a long, deep, calming breath, and was about to step out of my car, when I caught sight of the other driver in my rear-view mirror getting out of his car. To say he was "tall, dark, and handsome" as so many romance novels poorly describe the male love interest, was inadequate to say the least. It was more accurate to describe him as "the most attractive fucking thing on the planet." He had on a pair of loose fitting green cargo shorts and a blue v-neck t-shirt that tightly clung to his muscular build. I could practically see his toned abs when the wind would blow his shirt t
ight against him. His hair was dark and short, and his skin was the kind of healthy, dark tan that one only gets from spending time in the Southern California sun. His face was chiseled with a sharp, angular jaw-line and bone structure. And his eyes. Oh my God his eyes...dark green with a hint of mystery.
I fought against the surge of desire spreading through my crotch and I could feel my nipples get hard in my bra.
As he approached my car I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed myself something fierce. My eyes were glued to his crotch and I thought I could make out his cock bulging out from underneath the fabric of his pants...
...or maybe that was just my imagination.
Before he got to my window I quickly slipped my hand from my panties and buttoned myself up.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice like a sweet chocolate treat. "I saw the deer in the road."
"Uh-huh," was all I managed to mumble out. "It caught me off-guard. I'm sorry for braking so quickly. I..." My voice trailed off as my gaze drifted down the front of his shirt, trying to see as much skin as possible. Just then, the wind blew strongly, and I caught a whiff of his scent. Whatever cologne he must have been wearing must have been tailor made to a woman's senses, because as soon as I breathed him in, I felt light headed and a new surge of desire rush down between my legs.
He smiled. "No, not your fault at all. I'm sorry I rear-ended you."
Just hearing him say the words "rear-ended" made me want to ask him to rear-end me. And my mind couldn't help but imagine myself—shorts around my ankles—bent over in the back seat of my car while this gentleman at my window—who had no pants on in this fantasy, of course, was spreading my legs apart and sliding his firm, hard cock inside me.