Chapter 1

I started out the day looking forward to a long drive in the country. It was a beautiful late spring day and what few clouds in the bright blue sky looked like puffs of cotton. Events in my life kept buzzing in and out of my brain, but I couldn't help but get swept away by the wind in my hair and the rock music on my CD player. Funny, that rock music. It always made me feel free. Not free like most would describe the feeling. This kind of freedom was like when I was a teen. Promiscuous free, daring free, carefree and willing to take chances kind of free.

Today I felt good. There was no one around to judge me or remind me of all the mistakes I had made in my life. And there wasn't going to be anybody telling me how I should proceed from this point forth. I was alone and glad about it. I cranked the music up a little more and started singing along.

As the music swayed my mind to yester years, I drifted further into my euphoria. I began thinking about some pretty cool moments in my life. And not just regular out having fun and loving it moments... these were the hot moments, the ones that still make me shiver and sweat when I think about them.

Moments like that year, when I was 13, and I went on a backpacking trip with a recreation center group. Now that was some trip! There is was, signed up for my first trip to the wilderness, which I have always loved, and when I arrive at the meeting point I find out that I am the only girl going. All of the others had backed out. Now what to do? I cringed at the possibility of not getting to go. I had been waiting for this trip for weeks. I had to go for it! My mom wasn't here to stop me and the counselors didn't seem to have a problem with it... sweet! The very first night, some how, I was being convinced to skinny dip with the boys in a cool dark creek. The counselors were all back by the campsite so they wouldn't know. Daring free! I recall the young stud that persuaded me to undress and slip into the water with him. This was the same boy who later that evening quietly slid into my unzipped sleeping bag. His advances freed me to accept the touches and kisses he lavished. And I remembered the glee I felt when I touched his rock hard penis, my first, with my moist palm. God that was delicious!

Yes, I felt good today. And as the music beat in my ears and I drifted further and further into my euphoria, into a place that inevitably brought on a unique yet very familiar feeling. I was getting moist now. Moist in the most delicious place of all. A devilish grin streaked across my face and I caught a glimpse of it in the rear view mirror. I knew that look, the flush on my cheeks, and along with that brief flush came the flood of knowledge... knowledge that I would not be going home today without indulging myself in an orgasm or two.

Sometimes I sigh out loud at how many years I had not even known a real orgasm. And even more so that I had been denied the ability to create one myself. As a youth I had not played with myself like the boys do. I am unsure why as I came upon my sexuality quite young. Maybe it was because, lying in my bed at night, I had spent my time intently listening to my mother in the next room with her latest boyfriend. She was, hell still is, a wild woman. And I truly enjoyed the sounds of sex coming through the wall. I would just lie there in my panties and t-shirt being carried away by their sounds. And still years later, while in a dreadful marriage, my husband had never been able to get me off. Oh he thought he did, but I never felt that sweet sticky feeling of my own juices flowing freely out of my pussy. Not by him anyway.

But I have gotten off course! And I have a story to tell.

For some reason, I have always been turned on by taking myself to a hot wet orgasm in my car, in public. It's not like I want to get caught or that I park in a very busy area either. I am more likely to slip into a bank parking lot on a Sunday morning, or drive to the far reaches of a shopping center while on my lunch break. I have even just gone to my car during my 15-minute break at work to get off. It doesn't take long. I certainly know now which favorite fantasy is going to work best and how to touch myself. But for some reason being out in the open hits me even harder and the orgasm is even more intense.

I am off track again aren't I? Shall I go back to my story? And my drive in the country? I suppose I must :)

So here I am, driving along a gently winding woodsy road. Enjoying the sun and Barry White's "Let's get it on" on the radio, and I find myself slowly lowering my hand to my lap. I am an excellent driver and have no problems negotiating this tame road with just one hand! At first I just use the very tips of my fingers to place a slight pressure on my crotch. Then I slowly begin rolling them across my pussy lips. I love that feeling. The pressure and movement on the lips, and the brief touches that go just a bit deeper to stir my clit. Yes, my fluids are starting to flow now.

As Barry fades to "Use me until you use me up" on my favorite CD, my hand and fingers probe harder. Squeezing my pussy lips and catching my clit in a twist, my breath catches in my throat. I am now losing my stature as a proficient driver and realize it on a corner that brings me to reality as I skid just a bit. I should get off the road. I NEED to get off the road! With my hand firmly planted in my crotch, I begin scanning the road for a place to pull off. Never losing contact with my pussy and never quite stopping movement against my swollen mound I maneuver slowly and purposefully ahead. I see a dirt road cut off coming up on the right and I slow even more. Approaching it I notice a chain stretched across the entrance and anchored by two steel posts. But this obstacle is about 50 feet in and I determine that I can still pull my car far enough off the road to be out of harms way. I make the angled turn into the opening so that I am situated parallel to the main road. This will give me a clear view for any approaching cars. Don't want any surprises!

Hating to pull my hand from its seat of pleasure, I place the car in park and turn off the ignition with my free hand. I then release my safety belt and reach down to tilt my seat back slightly. I check the road, both ways, one more time. All clear. I can feel my heart beating in my throat as I reach this hand down to my waistband. With gleeful anticipation I fumble with the jean button left-handed and manage to pop it. Thrusting my hips and stomach slightly forward I lower the zipper. Licking my lips and breathing in deeply my index fingers find the top of my silk panties. I glance down and see my whole right hand slip into the warmth of my crotch. Very slowly I make contact with the ripe outer lips. And then I had to touch my clit NOW! Sliding my fingers into the folds I find that joyous nub. Only spending a moment on direct contact I forced my hand further and felt it enter the moist cavern it is longing to explore. At first I played only among the inner folds, wetting my fingers with the sweet juices, but then worked them further into my hot tunnel: first one finger, then two. Shifting in my seat I gained greater access. My hand was sopping wet now. Slick and wet my fingers alternated from my clit to my pussy. I knew now that I had to quickly find that ultimate place of sheer ecstasy. I feverishly located my clit one more time. With my finger very well lubricated I found my sweet spot, only slightly above the head of my clit. Still on its base mound I pulsed my finger back and forth, feeling the fever inside me rise. Recognizing the twinges of an oncoming orgasm.