Red Light

Adam slammed on the brakes and swore as he watched the stoplight turn
red. Why did he miss this light every time he was late? From sad
experience, he knew it would take three precious minutes before the
mocking green arrow gave him the go-ahead.

He sipped scalding coffee from his cracked commuter cup and glanced
around. He had an eagle-eye view from the driver’s seat of his new
SUV. On his right, some jerk in a Lexus was reading the Wall Street
Journal. On the left, a beautiful Asian woman in a Jeep Cherokee was -
hey - Adam almost choked on his coffee as he did a double-take and
stared at her.

She was definitely masturbating. Her crisp white blouse was gaping to
one side, and Adam could see her fingers pinching her thick, brown
nipples.

The woman’s head was thrown back against the headrest, and her long
blue-black hair was tousled, strands laying across her face. Adam
watched, shell-shocked, as she moved her mouth silently, as though she
were moaning. He wished he could hear her, he loved the sound of a
woman in heat.

As the woman’s hand drifted up her thigh, Adam felt his cock hardening
in response. He reached over and turned down the radio. The woman
spread her legs wide and then Adam could see her jerk and cry out. He
couldn’t see her hand under her skirt, but he bet she knew exactly what
she was feeling - those hot, wet pussy lips. His cock pressed angrily
against his zipper as he checked the traffic nervously. The light
would only be red for a little while longer.

He turned back just in time to see her lift her fingers to her mouth,
wet and sticky. She sucked on her long red nails with abandon, wetting
her lips with her own juices. Adam groaned aloud, desperate for a
taste himself. He wanted to know exactly how tight that juicy twat of
hers was.

When she had cleaned the tips of her fingers, she reached down between
her thighs and slammed her fingers into her pussy again. She arched
her back and her hair fell across her neck, her eyes closed in
concentration as a flush stained her pale skin. Adam was rubbing his
cock through his pants, nervously watching the light, praying for it to
stay red.

He had to see more.

She did not disappoint him. Lifting her fingers again, glistening with
hot moisture, she pulled her shirt open further and nudged aside the
lace of her bra. Her tits were small, firm, her nipples thick as a
thumb and enticingly hard.

Moving her fingers in a slow circle, she moved her fingers around the
bud of a nipple, which peaked and tightened even more. Adam glanced
around at the other cars, but he and the woman were high above the
other commuters. He stroked his cock more frantically, the wool of his
suit scratching against his erection with delicious friction.

When she had finished painting her nipple with the nectar of her pussy,
she cupped one of her tiny, perfectly formed breasts in her hands and
lifted it to her tongue. Adam craned to watch her as her hair fell
forward onto her face in a curtain. The woman’s other hand slid back
between her thighs and started to rub her clit. Her tongue was darting
out over her breast, tasting her own skin. Adam would have given
anything to be doing that himself.

He checked the light again. The last set of cars before theirs was
going, they didn’t have much time. They’d have to be quick. He
reached down and pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants, and
starting jerking off to the rhythm she had set.

She was pulling at her nipples again, and the small hand between her
thighs was almost a blur. Adam imagined he could hear the sound of her
fingers suctioning against her wet pussy lips as he rubbed his cock.
Her hips were thrusting against the seatbelt and Adam could feel the
precum dripping down his cock onto his hand.

Finally, the woman jerked forward and then slammed back into her seat,
burying her fingers in her pussy. Adam was gasping for breath as his
hand flew up and down his shaft, and then he started to come, thick
white jets spurting onto the steering wheel.

When he opened his eyes, the light was green and the woman was pulling
away, her breasts still hanging out of her shirt. Adam fumbled for a
tissue to clean himself up. When a horn honked impatiently behind him,
he smiled.

“Nothing wrong with spending a little time at a red light every now and
then,” he said, and pressed down on the accelerator.