Trish doesn't consider herself any kinkier than anyone else, but she does have a secret daily routine that even her husband doesn't know about.
Trish works as a ticketing agent at the local international airport. She started the job because she thought she was a people person and liked to travel. Now she's a mom and can't really take off on trips, and people just drive her crazy. She often works the swing and graveyard shifts. Whenever something goes wrong, she has to fix it. Whenever a storm hits Chicago or Denver, all hell breaks loose. Lost luggage, missed connections. Some nights are slow, but most nights stressful. There is always someone complaining about something. She's the lightning rod for it all.
At nights she comes home late, stressed, frazzled. She needs release, but doesn't like to wake her husband. He has early mornings, and to rouse him, get him hard, and get him in the mood is more production than needed. She just needs a quick way to unwind.
At first, she'd pack her vibrator to work. She'd leave it in the compartment between the seats. After work, she'd drive home, and pull it out.
One night, she noticed how the gear shift vibrated softly as the car idled. Curious, she straddled both seats and tried to position her body against the smooth plastic shifter. As she shifted her hips down, her foot slipped and punched the accelerator. the shifter whirled in response. She knew she'd found what she needed.
Now, nights after work, she grows wet as she drives the freeway. With each gear change, she things of the shifter inside her, her foot on the accelerator making a slow beat. She slides down onto the shifter, It fills her. She moves her vibrator into position and begins.
It does not take long--only as long as she needs it to take. Sometimes a minute. Sometimes she will stay for five or ten. Slowly working the pedal with her foot, the toy with her right hand. She closes her eyes and the tensions roll out of her in waves.
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