Chapter 2: Through the Looking Glass

I probably will regret this, but I will keep sharing about my meeting public exposure with Juan. Best to read my post from yesterday to get caught up.

One week after getting “caught” masturbating in my car by Juan, I found myself getting ready that morning and was picking out panties, and instead of my normal comfy granny panties I typically wear at work, I put on a more comfortable thong. A little sexy, but not something that would bug me all day or pull it out of my ass cheeks.

I also discovered I was damp. Not wet, not dripping, just damp that I was picking my underwear for the day based on the idea I would be showing myself and letting a total stranger watch me masturbate in my car in a public park.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was already late because emergencies at work had delayed me, so I worried he would think I was a no-show and wouldn’t be there. My excitement level had been growing throughout the day, as had the wet patch in my panties. What had started as a mild dampness was not a bubbling brook,

As I was preparing to leave for lunch, I went to pee and freshen up, and when I pulled down my panties, I was struck by a heady aroma of my sex. So strong and pungent that I knew any other woman who came in the restroom would be able to smell me outside my stall. My pussy was a total swamp, hot, wet, sticky with long trails of my excitement dripping down between my legs. My labia were swollen and wide open. My clit engorged.

I was so extremely excited over the idea of an out-of-shape, big-bellied middle-aged man whom I could not even speak to because he only spoke Spanish, watching me play with myself.

As I was driving, the smell of my excitement became overwhelming in the car. I started panicking about what would happen if I got pulled over and a cop smelled that (I worry about crazy shit that won’t happen sometimes lol). While I was sitting at a light, nervous, running late, a little scared, and very antsy, I noticed my right hand was down my pants, and I was already playing with myself. The light turned green, and I quickly withdrew my hand and put it on my steering wheel, only to notice the wet sheen that now covered the wheel and my hand, a line of goo stretching between two of my fingers. Without thinking, I licked my fingers, trying to clean them, and the taste of myself sent another surge of heat to my pussy and a tingle in my clit.

When I reached the park, I was at first disappointed because I did not see him, then I noticed him leaning against a tree and my face turned red in hot shame as I noticed my panties from last week sticking out of his front pocket, just hanging there like a hand towel or something.

Juan walked over, and his smile was ear to ear as he approached my car. He was right up against the driver’s side window, and I was smiling back at him, my face still red with shame each time I glanced at my old panties.

While he watched me, I began to give him a show. I slid my hands under the waistband of my work pants and eased them down over my hips, lifting my ass just enough to work the fabric past my thighs. The cool air of the car kissed the bare skin of my legs. I pulled my shirt up next, bunching it under my chin so my bra was fully on display, then reached behind and unhooked it. The cups fell away, and I let the bra slide down my arms, tossing it onto the passenger seat. My breasts felt heavy, already sensitive; I cupped them for a second, thumbs brushing over the nipples to watch them tighten.