The Pumping Commuter
The last few months I haven’t been pumping much, maybe 1-2 times a week. I usually do my sessions in the evenings. On the weekends there’s socializing and occasional travel that gets in the way. Weekdays I’m often too tired after work and putting the kids to bed. So I’ve been wracking my brain about finding the time and privacy to get back into regular and sustained workouts.
It finally dawned on me. My work commute! I spend about 30 minutes in the car each way. Perfect for two good sessions a day. I live in the burbs with a heavily trafficked commute that goes on both highway and city streets.
Yesterday I bought some lube (specially for the car sessions), threw a towel on the passenger seat for cover. Checked out seat position and where pump would rest. Looked pretty comfy and very manageable. I figured the biggest risk would be a neighbor walking by while getting set up in the morning and peeping in the window to say hello. Other cautions would be pedestrians crossing at traffic lights and high-riding SUVs (I drive a sedan — alas, no tinted windows). Plus there is always the possibility of an…..well, I won’t go there.
Get in the car this morning. Start sliding down my pants, then look up. My neighbor is washing her windows. She is on the 2nd floor, perfect angle to see in my car. I pick up my briefcase for a screen. She is quite busy and seems not to notice me. Time is ticking and I almost give up and drive away. Finally, she closes the window. I secure the pump and seal, pump up and cover with towel. Off I go!
The rest of the commute was uneventful. The pump was in a comfortable position and rested on the band of my pants away from the steering wheel. No problems reaching the stick or driving. I released pressure twice at red lights before pumping back up. Parked in the garage in the back with no one around and got the pump off and pants on easily. Most exciting moment was at the light just before I turned into the garage. Curvy brunette walks a few feet by the passenger side and looks over. I was very tempted to pull back the towel and yell — “Here’s a fat cock peeping at you.” But I did not. Too bad, my guess is it would have been a memory that both of us would have never forgotten.
Heading back home in 5 minutes. We’ll see how it goes.