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Chapter 3
After speeding along for several minutes I finally began to regain a measure of my composure and slowed to the posted limit. Attracting the attention of the cops by speeding was a complication I surely didn't need. It then occurred to me that I must be hard up against the 10 minute time limit between edges given me by Mistress, so I had better find location number two and fast. Looking like a beckoning oasis to a thirsty desert traveler, a convenience store loomed into view and I swung the car into the parking lot and parked. Before getting out, I quickly concealed the cord attached to the vibe in my shorts. Having calmed substantially, I became aware again that the vibe was once again having a telling effect on my arousal, the evidence being the awkward bulge in the front of my shorts. I walked into the store, as nonchalantly as my disheveled appearance allowed, but saw the clerk eyeing me suspiciously as I made for the restroom.
Entering the restroom, I was heartened to see a couple of stalls and quickly stepped inside one closing the door behind me. I slipped the shorts to my ankles, managed to get the twisted panties untwisted and down to my knees, and then as I grabbed my shaft I gasped to see how grotesquely swollen my cock had become as a result of the hornet sting. Adding to my problems was the fact that it was also beginning to itch like mad! Courageously, after averting my eyes from the unsettling sight, I started once again to stroke my pitifully swollen, angry red cock. Surprisingly, despite the many distractions of the morning, perhaps due to the urging of the vibe, I quite quickly found myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. Several drops of pre-cum bore witness to the quality of the second edge achieved since leaving home, an event that now seemed to have occurred at least a decade ago, given the trials I had endured.
I straightened and pulled up the panties and shorts, concealed the vibe cord and then stepped out of the stall. Walking to the sink, I turned on the facet and began trying to clean the grime and blood from my face. Looking in the mirror, it was readily evident why the clerk had given me the suspicious stare when I had entered the store. After several moments, I looked somewhat more presentable although I did have a small gash and ugly lump on my forehead from the rock I had struck during my fall. I also found I had numerous and sundry scratches and abrasions on my face, arms, legs and knees that I apparently sustained while crawling out of the woods at flank speed to escape the hornets. Feeling a little refreshed, I left the restroom and headed back to the car. Looking at my watch I saw I had about five more minutes to find the third location.
I knew of a shopping mall close by and quickly decided to head for it to find a place for the third edge. The ten minute time limit was proving to be far more stressful and nerve wracking than I had imagined earlier this morning. The stress and the intense arousal would in the end prove a volatile mixture. While not aware of in then, driving to the mall, soon I would begin engaging in more and more risky behavior.
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