I got caught, by an older guy, masturbating in my car and let things go too far [MF]

I am an exhibitionist, and when I was younger I was lucky enough to be with a man who helped me explore that kink in depth. I became obsessed with exhibitionism and public sex, the riskier the better. It lead to some amazing experiences.

After that relationship ended, and I had no one to do risky things with, I started trying to fill that need myself. I started masturbating in my car, a lot, and always where I might get caught. It became almost habitual, to the point where just getting in the car to run an errand would turn me on.

There were several occasions where someone would see me, and it was always a thrill. The people who saw me usually laughed, or pretended they didn't notice, or they waved, and they all kept walking. Because this is real life, and not some porn. No one would ever actually do anything about seeing me. Except for that one time.

It was night, and the parking lot was mostly empty. I had just finished picking up a few things from the store, and as I got back into my car I felt that need. So like I'd done many times before I unbuttoned my pants, slid a hand down and began pleasuring myself. My other hand pulled my shirt up and teased my breasts.

As I got into it I scanned the parking lot, looking for someone to see me, and then I saw him. An older gentleman, handsome, salt and pepper hair, and a thick well groomed beard. Exactly my type of man. He was looking right at me, with a smirk on his face, and I made no attempt to hide what I was doing.

He stood there and watched me, from a few parking spots away, our eyes locked on eachother. My whole body burned with lust and everything felt better now that someone was watching. But then he started walking towards my car. I got nervous, maybe even scared, but I didn't stop. I needed this. I was so close to cumming.

He walked right up to the window to watch me teasing myself. I found him even more attractive up close, and having him right at the window had my heart pounding and my orgasm was approaching even faster. That's when he motioned for me to lower the window. I was so nervous, and so excited. I hesitated, but only for a moment before lowering the window.

I was worried he would say something, and ruin the moment, but he didn't. He just reached inside the car and felt my breasts. The risk, the exposure, the incredible feeling of his rough hands on my skin, the entire situation, was so erotic and I moaned so loud as he touched me. His other hand went towards my pants, and I actually let his hand replace mine. His fingers penetrated me and I started humping his hand as reflex while moaning loudly.

I was almost fully exposed to this handsome older stranger as he massaged my breasts and fingered me, teasing my clit with his thumb. I had no idea who he was, and it made it all the more stimulating. My orgasm was so close, and my eyes locked on his as I got closer and closer. All at once it hit me, crashing over my body with wave after wave of shocking pleasure. I was moaning and writhing as he toyed with my body.

It was amazing. I actually let this complete stranger finger me to orgasm in the back of a parkinglot, in my car.

As I came down from my organic bliss and he withdrew his hands from me, the reality of what I'd done set it, and rather than feel embarrassed, or nervous, or ashamed I felt exhilaratiled. It was incredible, and I didn't even react as he started undoing his pants.

I watched, captivated, as he pulled his penis from his pants and stepped closer to the window. He was at the perfect height for it. I cautiously looked around the parking lot, and gently wrapped my fingers around him. I heard him moan, and that encouraged me, and excited me.

I eagerly stroked him, smearing his precum up and down the length of his dick. There was so much, and it made the prefect lube. I pumped my hand up and down, twisting it around the head, and he was moaning almost continuously. I felt so alive, so aroused, so slutty.

This was everything I've wanted. I wanted to be seen, and wanted, and I didn't realize it when it all started, but this is how I wanted things to go. I wanted to be caught, and to do naughty things.

I couldn't help but smile as I eagerly jerked off this man, and the next thing I knew I was tasting him as I took him into my mouth. He let out a loud grunt, and then came the flood of his semen into my mouth. I swallowed it all as I bobbed my head on him and I sucked hard until I got every last drop.

I let him slip from my lips with a pop, and then we shared a smile as he put his dick away. He handed me a card, and then headed back to his car. I was overcome with joy and excitement at what I'd done. It was incredible. I felt sexy, and slutty, and so happy with myself. I did it all by myself, and I wanted to do so much more.

I never did call that guy. It would have ruined it. We said nothing to eachother. It was just a wild, sexy, shared experience, and that's all it could ever be.

It did encourage me to do more and more daring things, hoping for more encounters though...