This story is also true. At least, the part I'm posting today is. If I decide to continue it, later parts may be embellished. So one of my favorite things is doing naughty things, not in public exactly, but in places where I could easily get caught. And it didn't take me long to realize that one of my favorite places was in car. You're exposed, but not really. You're safe. When you're moving, sometimes you make eye contact with other drives and they thought of what they would do if they knew ... So it's been a habit of mine, whenever I'm talking a solo road trip, to wear a sundress or a short skirt so that I could just sort of idly play with myself while driving. I think this really started when I was dating a guy who lived five hours away from me up the I-5 in California. The goal wasn't to get myself off, but it kept me awake, and kept me charged up with sexual energy for when I finally got to my BF's place. But the truth is, really, just what I'd do is drop one hand to my lap, flip up my skirt, pull my panties to the side and idly play with myself and sort of zone out while driving. A pleasant enough way to pass the time. And the car I was driving back then was crossover - that is to say, bigger than most cars, so even if somebody was next to me, they couldn't really see what I was doing. Unless, say, they happened to be driving in a really big car. Like a military HUMVEE. I don't know how long that car had been next to me. I was in the slow lane, cruising along at a few miles over the speed limit, in a trace. Just listening to music, lightly playing with myself, focused on the road. And then at some point I realized that the car next to me had matched my speed, and it had been there for a while. And it was a big car. A Humvee. The hand in my lap froze. I didn't look up right away. It took me a moment to settle the adrenaline, which pounded through my body and my pussy. I was both turned on and terrified, although I couldn't have told you of what. After what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a few seconds I glanced up. I don't know what I expected, but what I saw was one of the most beautiful black men I've ever seen, in army fatigues, riding shotgun in the humvee. I mean, this guy was just stunning, with piercing eyes that ran right through me, and made my pussy throb again. His eyes glanced down at my lap. From his perspective, he could see everything going on in my car. My pussy was mostly covered by my skirt. I mean, it was obvious where my hand was, but he couldn't really see anything. And so I made a decision. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I flipped up my skirt, pulled my panties to one side, and shoved two fingers in my pussy. His broad smile and rapt attention almost made me come right then and there. We stayed like that for a a little while - I couldn't really tell you how long - him watching me, while I slowly fucked myself with my fingers. It was probably at least 30 seconds, and maybe longer, maybe two minutes. And I would have kept going - - but a car behind him honked. He was part of a caravan on humvees, and they were blocking the fast lane because he was going the same speed as me. He turned away and said something to his driver, who I couldn't see, and his car began to speed up. I blew him a kiss, and his humvee slowly pulled ahead of me, with him watching me over his shoulder until our views were blocked. And that might have been the end of it. Except that a couple of hours later, I pulled over into a rest stop. I just wanted a break from the road. This rest stop had a patch of grass, and I found a spot under a tree, pulled out a magazine, and just started reading. But damn if, 20 minutes later, I didn't feel somebody's eyes on me. I glanced up, and there he was. I don't know how I'd gotten ahead of them, but there was the convoy of humvees. And there was him, standing about 15 feet away. "Hello, miss." "Hi." "I thought I recognized your car." "Looks like you did." There was an awkward moment of silence. Finally, "Thank you, by the way. That was lovely." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did, too." I glanced down. I could tell he had a substantial hard-on underneath his desert-camo pants. But neither of us said anything for a long moment, until somebody yelled from over by the Humvees: "Hey, Bobby, we're late. Let's get a move on." I smiled shyly. God damn, something about hot, shy guys gets me every time. "Guess that means I've gotta go." "Bobby, that's your name?" "Corporal Robert M. Green, miss." "Well, Corporal Robert M. Green, I'm Aeryn. Where you heading?" He told me the name of the place he was going, then the name of the base where he was stationed. I nodded. "Well, I don't want to get you in trouble. Have a nice trip." "Thank you, miss, but I already have." "Good." And he turned and walked back to his humvee, looking over his shoulder twice ... And got into his humvee, and drove off.