This happened about a while ago, and I should start by saying I’ve done much sluttier things - this didn’t involve any physical contact with another guy at all - but this was so hot for me that I’m getting wet with anticipation as I type, just thinking about telling the story.

My bf was driving us over to see some friends in Liverpool and on one of the boring bits of the motorway that take you past Manchester… he put his hand between my legs. I was wearing leggings and immediately got really wet. That’s because I love being touched in public and being touched through my clothes in the car turned me on, even though this wasn’t really “public” because there was so little risk of being seen - or so I thought haha.

I actually wanted him to stop at first because I didn’t want to arrive at our friends’ place smelling of sex and I was wearing pale leggings - I started to get worried that I could visibly soak through them. But my bf has muscular arms and manly hands with really strong fingers… so firstly I couldn’t really do much except make obviously insincere complaints that were half moans… and secondly gripping his forearm and feeling his muscles move made me even wetter and more sensitive. Also I cum with him really quickly… and once I’ve cum the first time I’m lost, the seal’s been broken and I can’t stop or even think about anything else. And he just wouldn’t stop making me cum! I had so many orgasms - I love being vocal and since there was zero risk of being overheard going past some suburb of Manchester on an all-but empty motorway at 80mph I really started being noisy. I had my head arched back and was really crying out… in other words I looked 100% like a MILF having a series of really powerful orgasms in the passenger seat of a car at 11am on a really bright sunny day haha. I’m in shape for my age and I’m really busty so I get a lot of guys eyeing me up in the gym and the supermarket, so I guess arching my head back and cupping my tits must have looked pretty good if, let’s say, we’d driven past any speed cameras.

Anyway I guess that part was hot but not exactly slutty… the slutty thing was that we going pretty fast but after orgasm #12 or whatever I rested my head against the window and realised that two lanes over (the slow lane!) there was a guy cruising along at the same speed as us in a new and slick looking audi / bmw / mercedes or something like that, one of those big expensive cars. I guess this guy must have seen us pass him and seen me and decided to keep pace and watch the show. He instantly made eye contact with me and I reciprocated and just locked eyes with him and then I came again absolutely volcanically looking straight over at him… I could see his hand up on the steering wheel and it was like it was his hand I could feel between my thighs. My bf is tall and muscular and as you can see he’s quite sexual and sometimes even a bit dominant (I think because I’m naturally submissive) but he’s also kind of bookish and even a bit nerdy - he isn’t very competitive and although he’s quite successful he doesn’t care about money all that much. But I’ve always been very (VERY) attracted to alpha, type-A personalities and my exes tended to be successful chisel-jawed business guy types with six packs. Also, although it’s kind of embarrassing, I do like fancy cars and a nice shirt, which is what the guy in the car opposite was wearing. This is turning into a long-winded way of saying that I pushed my cleavage right up against the window and was really trying to get my blouse open so that I could show this guy my nipples as well. I couldn’t get my breasts all the way out to show him because I couldn’t think straight and couldn’t get the buttons undone in time - but he could see what I was doing and he could see my mouth like an O while I was staring over at him and creaming myself.

I don’t know how long this lasted - it can’t have been that long, because this other guy didn’t drive off the road, but it felt like an eternity and I came at least twice for him while he watched. He looked a lot like a rich French fuck buddy (Benoit) I had about a decade ago and so all of those memories came flooding back as well. This guy was rich and arrogant and I wanted to get on my knees and service him, I wanted to be in his passenger seat with my head in his lap and his hand on the back of my head pushing my face down further onto his cock. I was moaning so loudly and shaking with pleasure. If I could have thought of any way of showing this guy how wet I was I would have done it - and if there had been any way of getting his number I would have done that too and messaged him immediately.

We drove on together for another couple of miles and he kept at almost exactly the same speed, he would look at the road while I kept staring at him and he would occasionally look over and lock eyes with me again, give me a long smouldering glance and then look back at the road. A while later it was his junction and he sped up and disappeared - I was so far gone at that point I wondered if I could get his number plate and somehow look him up online.

Anyway we got to Liverpool and obviously I was flushed and smelled of sex, and also it was impossible to concentrate on any conversations that afternoon because all I could think of was this guy and what I wanted him to do to me and memories of my French friend and what he used to do to me and then I would get wet all over again. Eventually I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom so I could have a sustained, powerful orgasm up against the wall in the bathroom (silently this time, although it was difficult)- looking at myself in the mirror and imagining that I was servicing the guy in the nice car and also my friend Benoit at the same time while my bf waited outside the door and knocked because he wanted to know what was happening inside. Fuck, now I’m going to have to play with myself all over again while thinking about that. :)