A blink of an eye image for you.
This morning, walking the dog, car parked on a side street, windows rolled down.
I am walking by, five minutes out of the shower, no bra, no underwear, cool cotton skirt, t-shirt.
Glance over, seat back, man in driver's seat, reclining, eyes closed, hand moving... no way... yes way...
I slow down (of course), slow down more, then stop, watching.
He does not notice, eyes still closed, cock out, long, slow pulls, then faster, slower, faster.
I am rooted, staring, wet, dog pulling me ahead, wanting to keep walking.
His hand moving faster now, moving toward release, skin reddened, engorged, mouth open, small groan.
I am, predictably, wet, still watching.
Faster still, head lolling to the side, tongue out, imagining a breast or a cunt, uncontrollable jerking, hand is a blur, I can feel the wetness slipping down my thigh as he cums, a spurt, a groan, his shirt, eyes fluttering, and I am suddenly awake, letting the dog pull me away, cool air hitting my hot clit.
Straight to a cafe, tie up the dog, head for the bathroom, hands on my newly shaved pussy and pouting lips, a violent cumming, then outside for an icy coffee and a slow walk home.
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