The sun beat down on the windshield, turning Little Bailey's car into a miniature greenhouse. She didn't care. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught, of someone seeing her, was almost as arousing as what she was about to do. She glanced around the parking lot one last time, making sure no one was paying her any attention. Her heart hammered in her chest.
She pulled down the rearview mirror and checked her makeup, a nervous habit. Her cheeks were already flushed, not just from the heat. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. Today was about pushing boundaries, about letting her inner slut out to play. She was wearing a simple white tank top and denim shorts; easy access was the name of the game.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her favorite purple dildo. It vibrated softly in her hand, a promise of the pleasure to come. She ran a finger along its smooth surface, a shiver dancing down her spine. Her natural tits quivered with anticipation.
With a deep breath, she slipped the dildo beneath her shorts, pressing it against her clit. A moan escaped her lips. The vibrations intensified, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She started fingering herself as well, a combination of dildo and manual stimulation that was almost too much to handle. The sound of the engine idling added to the dangerous thrill.
Her petite frame trembled as she rode the edge of orgasm. Her hands moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The heat, the vibrations, the sheer audacity of what she was doing – it all coalesced into a perfect storm of pleasure. She sucked lightly on the tip of the toy before placing it back between her legs, intensifying the pleasure.
Finally, with a shuddering cry, she came. Waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her weak and breathless. She slumped back in her seat, her body still tingling. She was a brunette, a babe living her best life. After a few moments, she started the driving and glanced at the rearview mirror to see her close up makeup smudged. She smiled, that would be a good memory.
The world outside seemed brighter, sharper. She felt alive, emboldened. This little act of masturbating rebellion had been exactly what she needed. She smiled again, knowing this wouldn't be the last time she indulged her public desires. Her craving for this thrill only intensified now.
