The Drive, The Tension, The Release

My girlfriend and I were moving to Florida. We were both stressed about the move, so we hadn’t been very sexually involved with each other over the previous couple of weeks. The tension, the packing, and the long hours of planning had put intimacy on the back burner. But as we drove down the highway, something stirred inside me.

The hum of the road, the rhythmic sound of the tires against the asphalt, and the way she absentmindedly bit her lip while focusing on the drive—it all started getting to me. I became incredibly horny, almost painfully so. I needed relief.

I reached into the back seat, pretending to adjust my pillow, and grabbed a blanket. At the same time, I pulled a condom from my toiletry bag. “I’m gonna take a nap,” I mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t think twice. She simply nodded, keeping her eyes on the road.

With the blanket covering me, I slid off my trousers and underwear, my heart pounding with excitement. The thrill of doing this right next to her, of her not knowing, made it even more intense. I took my time, savoring every slow stroke, balancing on the edge of pleasure.

Massachusetts passed in a blur. I kept myself teetering at the brink, feeling the waves of arousal build and subside, over and over. My breathing was controlled, shallow, trying not to give myself away. Every now and then, I’d glance at her, making sure she hadn’t noticed. The rush of secrecy made it even harder to hold back.

As I neared the point of no return, I carefully unrolled the condom, my hands slightly trembling with anticipation. The second I did, there was no stopping it. My body tensed, and pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

And then—just as I started to come—she pulled off the highway into a gas station. My eyes widened in shock.

“Alright, we need gas,” she said casually, putting the car in park.

Panic set in. It was my turn to fill the tank. I scrambled to pull my pants back up, my body still tingling, the condom still in place. There was no time to clean up. I barely managed to zip up my jeans before stepping out into the cool evening air.

I stood there, pumping gas, my body still buzzing, my mind racing. If she had pulled over just a few seconds earlier, she might have caught me. The thought sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through me.

As soon as the tank was full, I hurried inside to the restroom, locking the door behind me. I leaned against the sink, catching my breath, staring at my reflection. My face was still flushed. My hands were slightly shaky.

I cleaned up as best as I could, then splashed cold water on my face before stepping back outside. She was waiting in the car, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of what had just happened.

“Ready to go?” she asked, glancing up.

“Yeah,” I said, sliding back into my seat, a smirk creeping onto my lips.