Requested by: LilyHeseltineNew
Warning: NSFW, don't read ahead if you don't feel comfortable with this type of content!!
Did you touch yourself while I was gone...
For some reason, your sex drive was very high recently. You didn't really know why but you had been all over your boyfriend Oscar for the last few weeks. Well, you did know something that helped a lot: Seeing him in his racing overalls always got you turned on. You didn't know if it was a personal fetish for men in racing overalls or just because of your boyfriend, but it certainly was very attractive.
Recently, Oscar had become the Formula 2 Champion and you were over the moon. This meant he was one step closer to racing in Formula 1, which had you drenching your underwear. The thought of him winning an important racing championship like he had done, and him being able to maybe drive even better in Formula 1 was the least erotic thought, but one that got you going for an unknown reason.
Just going over the recent events in your mind was getting you wet again. You were out of control in that sense but, didn't mind it that much either. Most of the time, Oscar would be glad to help whenever you were feeling extremely horny, him helping you find your release with just a few touches in the right places. However, he wasn't here at the moment, you were thinking about your options and maybe thought that waiting for him to get back would be a good idea. You knew that when he helped you climax, the result was always more stimulating.
Nevertheless, the thought wasn't leaving your brain at all, it was hard to think straight when all you could focus on was how all his success in racing got you going. The ache between your legs was starting to become unbearable. You closed your legs together to get a little bit of pleasure released, it wasn't working though. The only thing decreasing was your senses, all you could do was focus on what was your thoughts.
Oscar didn't seem to be coming back soon so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You went to your bathroom and took your clothes off, leaving you wearing your bra and panties only. Then, you laid on your bed, feeling the cold sheets against your warm skin was making you feel even more pleasure. You then bent your knees and spread your legs so you would have more space to pleasure yourself.
You touched your breasts imagining it was Oscar doing it that same night he won the title. You pulled on your nipples and allowed yourself to release a moan. Your other hand guided itself down your abdomen to your sex. You moved your drenched panties to yourself and ran a hand through your folds. Shocks of pleasure were running through your body.
You inserted two fingers inside of yourself and then thrusted them in and out, increasing your pace every now and then. The image of you and Oscar having a passionate moment in his motorhome right after he had won yet another race. It was rough and steamy, you were imagining his overalls folded right around his waist and the zipper touching your ass a little when the thrusts became stronger and sloppier.
You sped up your pace to try and bring the release to yourself. You knew it wouldn't come if you weren't rougher, so you did. Finally, after a few minutes, you climaxed. It was a powerful release, the feeling was like no other had been before. You then calmed down and after a moment went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you put your clothes back on and then walked out of the bathroom.
You ran into your boyfriend who just seemed to be getting back home. He looked at you, then back to the bed, and smirked. "Honey, did you touch yourself while I was gone?" Oscar asked.
You blushed strongly, you hadn't thought that he would've found out or noticed what you had just been previously doing. You just nodded, making him realize that his supposition had been right. The room smelled like sex and the sheets were all wrinkled.
"What were you think about when you were touching yourself?" He asked trying to know what he already knew the answer to. You looked at him with lustful eyes, the smirk still plastered on his face.
"I was thinking about you when you won the Formula 2 championship. The thought never fails to get me going." You explained.
"Then let's repeat the events of afterward all over again, and maybe soon even repeating them while I win a Formula 1 world championship." Oscar replied as he moved closer to you and kissed your lips and wrapped his arms around your body. The night wouldn't be over then, it was something both of you knew.
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