The Beautiful Kind

The day after my abortion, my guy spent the evening rehearsing with a gay orchestra. I visited my elderly hospice patient. Next, I visited with my parents. On the way home, I stopped at a restaurant for take out. I parked in front of the restaurant, which was in a shmancy strip mall, went in to place my order, and told them I’d be back in 10 minutes.

I realized I didn’t bring anything to read, and my cell phone battery was dead. Shit, what to do? I never can understand those people who stare off into space while waiting. It doesn’t look like they’re thinking.

Aha! I would rub one out in my car to pass the time. It was dark out, but I was in plain sight to anyone who passed by. But it’s easy for a girl, no frantic flying elbow or salami gripping. I was wearing a coat, and just unzipped my pants and jammed my buzzing trusty Pocket Rocket against my crotch, honing in on my clit. Ahhh.

Still, it was weird to be pleasuring myself out in public like that. Doing it in bed at home was way more comfortable. For a while I just focused on the sensation, then started flipping through the sex fantasy rolodex in my head. I thought about the Japanese porn I saw the other day that had a guy in an ape suit rape a beautiful camper. I thought about a gang rape on a pool table.

Suddenly, a car pulled up and parked to my left. I discreetly watched the passengers get out. It was a lanky handsome high school guy with tousled hair and a cute young girl with a blonde ponytail. Immediately I imagined them at home on the couch later on, the lights dim, the girl sucking his straining young cock, his hands stroking her hair and gathering up her ponytail in his gentle grasp, fighting the urge to violently push down on her head.

Then a car pulled up to my right, and it was a man dropping off a woman to pick something up. He sat and waited in his car, much to my annoyance. I grabbed my cell phone and held it up to my ear, my vibe still mashed against my cunt. The cell phone wasn’t even turned on.

But I was.

I fixed my gaze onto the brightly lit nail salon next to the restaurant. I stared at the Asian guy working the counter, bored and staring off into space between phone calls. I noticed the three Asian warrior wall sculptures fixed above the nail polish and hair removal accessories. I saw the white Christmas tree glowing in one corner of the salon with green, red, and silver ornaments.

I was having trouble staying focused and getting the right build up. I thought, maybe I can’t cum here, now. Then I thought, you’re not allowed to go back in there to get your food until you’ve had an orgasm, missy.

I finally settled on another gang bang situation with a woman getting double penetrated, her asshole and pussy stretched. I imagined the guy fucking her ass blowing his load and pulling out, done with her, and another guy coming up and taking his turn, semen dribbling out of her swollen asshole. The other guy rubbing his thick cock head against the spent cream (I HATE when it’s called that, it’s so creepydirty), using it like lube, his cock popping easily in, the rude pumping…

I came.

Shaky, I zipped up my pants and hopped out of my car as the woman returned to the other car. I followed an older couple into the restaurant, my heart still pounding, my fingers scented with pussy. The man held the door open for me and I said thank you.