Sometimes when you’re stuck and unable to move forward, you just need to sit back, crank up the tunes, and have a wank. Despite who might be peeking or how public the area.
Tired of the impatient drivers honking, I cranked up the volume. The woman singing had a sexy voice and the lyrics… well the lyrics with her voice got me worked up. From what I’d heard on the radio, there had been a bad accident. The cops and crews were trying to get everything cleaned up, but were having a difficult time diverting traffic. My commute just extended itself to a ridiculous amount of time.
The song I loved the most came on and I shifted in my seat. My pants were becoming quite uncomfortable. Adjusting myself wasn’t working, but I didn’t want to turn the music off either. I slid the car in park, then slid my seat back one notch. Glancing around, I noticed the giant SUV next to me, the windows tinted illegally dark. On the other side, the driver was yakking away on her phone.
In a way, I was alone. It was a beautiful day, other than the black smoke billowing up ahead. I closed the windows and turned the a/c down a couple of degrees. My windows were nowhere near as dark as the SUV, but I thought a little privacy was needed.
Closing my eyes, I let the golden voice through the speakers take me along with her. I ran my hands over my shirt, flicking my nipples with my thumbs. A jolt ran through my cock and I swallowed hard. Am I really going to do this in the middle of a traffic jam?
I licked my lips, then unsnapped my jeans. Pushing them open and down slightly, I groped myself beneath the thin fabric of my boxers. Just the thought of this woman touching me, whispering in my ear the naughty lyrics she was singing, drove me deeper into lust. Sliding up my shirt, I pinched my nipple with the beat, light, then hard, then harder.
My cock nearly exploded as I rolled my balls in my hand. “Yeah, baby, keep crooning those naughty thoughts.” I finally gave in to my need and pulled my cock out of my boxers. As I stroked, jizz leaked out, dribbling down. I used it as lubricant since I didn’t have any with me. Keeping my hand loose enough to slide through easily, but tight enough to have friction kept me on edge.
It felt like the vibrations of the song rippled through every nerve and caused little electric sparks along my spine, settling in my balls. I started to ache, needing to come. I tightened my hold and sped my pace up a little faster. Swallowing hard, I opened my eyes, realizing I had nothing to sop up the sticky mess I was about to make.
I spied napkins in the cup holder on my door and grabbed them just as a white jet of spunk erupted. I caught it and covered the head of my cock with the napkin as I continued wanking. When I finished, I leaned my head against the window and looked up just as the window of the SUV rolled back up, the tint hiding the person who had just caught me whacking off in traffic.