My First Exposure: Masturbating for Thomas at the Toll Booth

The toll booth parking lot stretched dark and empty under the neon hum. My Clio idled next to Thomas’s car. Heart slamming against my ribs. I shouldn’t be here. Job’s over. But that fire in my gut wouldn’t quit. Tonight, after almost getting busted by cops on the roadside, legs shaking, pussy dripping, I craved more. His cabin glowed across the lanes. Him inside, oblivious. My dress clung sticky to my thighs. No panties. Breath short. Fingers itched. No turning back. This was it. The real first time. Not just secret rubs in the booth. Full exposure. To him.

I slipped out. Gravel bit my sandals. Skirted shadows to the tech shed. Perfect spot. Hidden from drivers. Lit just for him. Back to the highway roar. I pressed against the wall. Cool concrete on my spine. Peeked. Thomas slouched, flipping a magazine. Stomach twisted. What if he laughs? Ignores? Or worse, calls security? Pulse thundered in my ears. Legs jelly. But wetness slicked my inner thighs. Nipples hard under thin fabric. I waited. A car pulled up. His head snapped up. Eyes locked on me. Surprise widened them. No escape now. Car paid. Barrier lifted. Gone.

The Approach

Hand trembling, I slid one strap down. Breast bare. Cool air pebbled my nipple. His stare burned. Fixed. Mouth parted. I gripped the hem. Yanked it up slow. Thighs parted. Pussy exposed, glistening. Knees buckled. Slid down the wall. Fingers dove in. Wet heat swallowed them. Clit throbbed under my thumb. Circles frantic. His eyes devoured. No blink. I rolled sideways. Legs up, ass out. Offered everything. Imagined his tongue. His cock. Waves built. Heart exploded. Eyes on his. Came hard. Body convulsing. Juices soaking grass. World spun.

Panting, I rose. Straightened. Proud. His face blank. Idiot-stunned. No rush over. No kiss. Just that. I smoothed my dress. Sauntered back. Strong now. Alive. But crossing the lot, void hit. Hard. Empty car. Empty bed waiting. For what? Steps behind. Running. Turned. Him. Belt unbuckling. Zipper down. Cock out. ‘Fuck, slut. Knew you loved dick. Gonna wreck that pussy.’ Horror iced me. Scream ripped free. Dove in. Slammed door. Tires screeched. Middle finger flew out the window. ‘Asshole!’ Innocence? Shattered. But I felt. Burned. Real. Finally.