Sometimes, phone sex is just enough to get you through when you don't have any readily available dick. Despite his recent mediocre behavior in the sack, I've had some pretty heated sessions with Married Dude, in fact, he's the reason why I started riding with my Magic Bullet in my car console. Several times, I have taken a long lunch break and at in the parking lot, vibrating myself to orgasm while he tells me what he's going to do to me when he sees me.
One of these days, as I was leaving my last appointment for the day, I got a voicemail that said, "Damn, baby. I'm sitting here in my office thinking about that wet pussy of yours. I hope you have your toy today. Call me." I was feeling a little stressed from my day, and hearing his voice, all husky with lust, made my nipples respond and my pussy wasn't too far behind. I reached into my console, got the Bullet out, placed the batteries inside and pushed it into me. I repositioned my skirt so a passing truck wouldn't get a show (unless I was feeling extra naughty) and placed the remote on my lap. I dialed the Dude and when he picked up, I was already breathing hard. He asked, "Have you started already?" and I said I had. I decided to take the local roads home, that way I would have longer to play before I had to get it together. He started by reflecting on a play-by-play of our previous encounters, particularly, one scene he just loved when he sat on the chair across from the bed and watched me play with my various toys, wearing fishnets, stilettos and anal beads...He asked me if I remembered when I was about to come, and he reached over and started to pull the beads out for me...of course I did.
We went on like this for about 20 minutes, and I was almost home. I hadn't come yet, and by now, he had locked his office door and was joining in. I pulled into the local grocery store parking lot, parked at the end in a semi-isolated spot to finish myself off before I picked up something I needed for dinner. As I was turning the remote up to the highest speed, ready to bring it home, a city waste management pick-up truck parked directly in front of me. The guy hesitated in his car and I had gotten quiet. Trying to sit up straight and make sure I wasn't exposed. I told the Dude why I was quiet and he told me to keep going. So I stared straight forward at the waste management dude and kept going. I wasn't off the chain, but my chest was heaving, I was holding the phone close to my face and I was making moaning sounds, so I know I was making moaning faces. Dude asked me if he was still there. I said yes. Dude asked me if the man was looking at me. I said yes. Then Dude told me to come. I cranked the toy up to the end and brought myself to a great orgasm. I sat in the car for a second to regain my composure and the waste managemet guy looked on. I was nervous to get out of the car, so I told Dude to stay on the phone with me as I made my way into the store. The waste management guy got out a few seconds behind me, and as I was walking into the bathroom to clean up before shopping, I caught him staring.