Arriving Drenched

As the car made it to the halfway point, the thundering echoes of the v8 in the narrow hallway was amplifying the vibrations through her body and was matching that of the vibe between her legs that was aided by the plug in the back pressing against the wall that was taking the vibe’s vibration. All that combination of sensation, plus the acrid scent of burning rubber, all short circuited her mind. She needed to resolve this. But she was not allowed to remove the vibe. But she needed to think. But couldn’t. Oh mercy!

Traction was nearly lost as she was spinning intensely on melted rubber. The progress stopped.. But the rocking of the car to the beat of her thrusting foot kept energizing the vibe that was throttling her orgasm to levels she’d never known before. She needed a few more big O’s. She was screaming his name loudly by now and pressing her legs together as best she could to try and… oh no point in trying.

In one last convulsion of an orgasm, she nearly passed out as the backfiring motor stalled from the constant barrage of throttle hits. And the car backed down the ramp yet again… with her barely getting on the brakes in time to prevent herself from slamming into the back wall. She was just as spent as her big v8 was.

The GPS woke her up from her post orgasmic daze to remind her that time was ticking and she had to hurry if she was to get her special surprise. Not sure what to think, what to do, she wiped several beads of sweat from her brow, and proceeded to restart the stalled motor. She needed to make quick work of this ramp.

After a bit of a struggle to re-fire the flooded motor, she gunned the motor several times to clear out the excess fuel. This time, determined to make it, she slammed the pedal down to climb. The instant massive buzz nearly jolted her clean out of her seat. The sudden release of the pedal stalled the motor with a loud pop of a back fired exhaust boom. Growing a bit flustered and frustrated, she resumed her start up procedure.

This time, she tried to be as gentle as possible to climb the ramp. That nearly worked too. But near the top of the ramp, someone had spilled some water and as soon as her left rear touched, it lost traction. Her instinct was to give more gas, which of course resumed the vibe. Her mind barely registered that the vibe only kicked in at 50% throttle… but the lost of progress and traction, plus the intense pleasure she was taking on, well, ended the same as last time. A hallway choking with spent burnt rubber smoke, near collision with the back wall, stalled motor, a body shaking to the limits from multiple massive orgasms.

A voice came over the GPS, it was her male best friend.

This was new.

The guy was telling her that she really needed to hurry because any chance of avoiding her much deserved punishment for snooping would go away if she was late to her rendezvous point. The massive hit of adrenaline that flooded her body made her all the more acutely aware of every single sensation her body was taking on. Plus, she was extremely nervous about being late. So, as many short cuts as was needed to be taken, she would take… except her male bff reminded her not to undo any part of her outfit before the regular GPS voice reminder her of where to turn next and how long the trip would be.

To make a long story less long, she finally crested the ramp after another three cycles of climbing attempts. As she existed the garage, the attendant was trying hard to stifle a laugh as he looked at her, with a bucket in hand and splashes of water all over his pants. So, he was the one who poured that water making it near impossible to clear? Was he doing this out of malice or because hubby had asked? She’d not have the time to find out, nor was she in any condition to find out, being massively drenched in sweat and cum.

Rushing over to the address was not easy. The massive power deliver from this v8 was every bit like she remembered. The initial cough and hesitation would bother most, but to her, it was that calm pause before the hit of raw huge power that she loved. As if a rocket had set off behind her. The car moved very smoothly and powerfully through all the straights. She did have to slow a bit around corners, this was a tank after all, but the surge of power filled her with delight, and by now she was used to the vibe and was milking it for all she could. She kept over gassing things, enjoying the torque twist of the body of the car, the roar of the motor, the push of the seat on her tush, the vibe providing her intense pleasure.