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The morning began for Amanda, as most mornings did. She reached into the bedside cabinet drawer and pulled out her mini bullet vibrator. Despite its small size, it had the power to turn her into a wriggling, writhing mess in just a few minutes.

Switching it on, she felt that familiar buzz between her fingers and started rubbing it over her already hardening nipples.

Working her way down her body, she teased herself for a few moments, working it around her thighs, then upwards towards her nub. The feelings of pure pleasure made her shudder as the vibe made contact.

She was careful not to cry out loud as her feelings of orgasm neared, fearing her roommate in the bedroom next to hers would hear her.

Tightly gripping her hand over her mouth to stifle her whimpers, she felt her toes curl as her legs stiffened and her muscles clenched tightly. All the time, her orgasm built higher and higher, to a crescendo of intense feelings.

She lay on her bed, feeling exhausted, her face flushed red, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she slowly came down from her heightened sensation.

After Amanda showered and dressed, she made herself some toast. Her flatmate, Sarah, was getting herself ready for work.

“Do you need anything at the supermarket?” Amanda asked.

“Maybe grab another pizza and some fries,” Sarah replied as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door.

She sat in her car in the supermarket car park. As she bent forward, unbuckling her seatbelt, her underwear felt noticeably damp between her legs after her sunrise silifke escort masturbation session.

Should she give in to the temptation that was calling her? Her morning orgasm had been intense, albeit too quick.

Amanda slid her hand underneath the waistband of her leggings, her fingers finding their way inside the soft cotton fabric of her underwear. As her fingers grazed against her aching clit she gasped a quiet sigh of pleasure.

Checking around her, Amanda made sure nobody was in the vicinity.

The last thing she wanted was to be seen by any passers-by as she masturbated.

Gently stroking herself through her underwear, it felt so damn nice.

Slipping her free hand up inside her t-shirt, she felt her stiffening nipples through her bra. Pinching one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it slightly.

Amanda tugged the elastic of her panties down under the stretchy pants, working her hand into position over her pussy. Sliding a single digit inside herself, she felt her muscles gripping her finger, almost drawing it in deeper.

Slowly, she began working back and forth over her clit, her fingertips working around the sensitive area in circles before running her fingers gently over her swollen bud.

Her breathing was rapid, and she knew she should stop what she was doing before she got too carried away.

Taking a deep breath, she slid a second finger inside.

“Ohhhmyyy,” she groaned quietly.

Her fingers moved faster now. The ache building deep within was getting more intense every time her finger grazed over her clit.

This wouldn’t be one of those long, drawn-out masturbation sessions that occurred some evenings when she was alone, finger-fucking herself over and over, edging herself several times, before the feelings got so much she lost control, squirting like a fountain, soaking her bedsheets.

As her orgasm built, she could feel the waves of pleasure ready to crash upon the shore.

Her leg muscles tensed, and her stomach silivri escort tightened, anticipating the next few seconds. Every nerve ending tingled with pleasure.

Yet she desired more. She arched her back, feeling the pressure building deeply within herself.

Her breathing was already coming in quick gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She almost wanted to scream out with satisfaction, her whole body shaking with the expectation of the feeling that was yet to come.

Amanda tried to stifle her moans, but they came out anyway.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” she cried out slightly louder than she intended.

She was practically gasping for air as she worked herself harder and faster. Momentarily, she opened her eyes to ensure nobody was observing what she was doing. She noticed a tall, dark-haired guy looking directly at her. He was walking towards her car, and as he passed her, he smiled straight at her.

Had he seen what she was doing?

Despite so desperately wanting to achieve her now so-close orgasm, she withdrew her hand from inside her leggings.

Nervously, she peered over her shoulder, checking if he was lurking nearby to get another show.

She experienced a mixture of relief for not being caught and her lingering arousal.

Amanda hesitated for a few moments, ensuring nobody else was approaching. She could feel how drenched she was between her legs. Her pussy was tingling, demanding she finish the job she had started.

She was determined to get herself off, and plunged her hand into the warmth between her thighs, working her fingers around her clit.

With every touch and every stroke, she could feel herself getting ever closer to that lush deliverance–that feeling she so badly desired. The possibility of being caught while pleasuring herself in public heightened her arousal so much.

She could feel the moment of climax getting nearer every second.

She closed her eyes as the pleasure elevated within her body. She was so ready to give in to this feeling, simav escort her mind spinning full of naughty images as her finger worked herself to a frenzy.

The possibility of being caught while pleasuring herself in public heightened her arousal so much.

As her hand worked against her clit inside her panties, she could feel the moment of climax getting nearer every second. She felt her stomach muscles tightening and her legs stiffening as her nipples got harder inside her bra.

Unseen to her, the guy who approached the car earlier had now returned and was looking directly through the driver’s side window, glaring at her through the glass as her orgasm began to reach its peak.

She held onto the steering wheel with her left hand, her right hand working furiously inside her underwear, as she reached the point of no return.

She opened her eyes and immediately saw him standing outside the car.

Seeing him standing there watching her fingering her slit took her over the edge, causing her to reach the point of no return as her orgasm coursed through her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure surged through her body. She screamed out loud as she cum, really hard.

She sat there, totally still, for a few moments, her hand still planted firmly between her thighs, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Amanda hastily adjusted her t-shirt and discreetly withdrew her hand from the inside of her leggings, attempting to conceal her caught-in-the-act behaviour.

“Nice show,” he said. “Need any help in there?”

She didn’t know what to say or do next. Her worst fear of being caught had just come true.

“I err,” she said, stammering, “I’m sorry.” was the only thing she could think of saying.

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied, “that was just so amazing to watch. Not every day you see a pretty girl getting herself off!”

She was praying the ground would open up and swallow her, as she flustered in her seat, trying to compose herself.

He produced a little card from inside his jacket pocket.

“My number,” he said, handing the card through the slight opening in the window.

Amanda took the card, put the car into drive, and proceeded to exit the car park.

“Should I call him?” was the only thought going around her head as she drove home.

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