Confession of Secret Pleasure

I don't know why I'm telling this. It's been a long time since it happened, but thinking about it now makes me feel dirty and ashamed. You see, there was this girl in college, she wasn't really my type at all, I never would've thought twice about her under normal circumstances. But one night, after the party ended and everyone had gone home, we were left alone together in the back of a car. She looked vulnerable and lost, staring out into the darkness. She reached for me then, hesitating at first but becoming bolder with every second that passed. Her hand slipped under my shirt, tracing circles on my bare skin until she found what I needed most, my hard cock. The moment her fingers wrapped around me, the world narrowed down to just us and this primal urge we both knew was there. And then... everything else fell away. It was almost like watching a movie of myself, not really believing it could be happening but knowing that somehow it had to be real because I could feel every inch of her hand moving over my length, the heat building up inside me with each twist and stroke. The tension in my body grew unbearable until finally... I exploded into her waiting palm, spurting thick ropes of come that coated her fingers. I think she was shocked by how much she turned me on. For once, it wasn't some dark fantasy or kinky scene, just a real moment of need and connection between two people who never would've crossed paths otherwise. But even now, thinking about it leaves me with this strange mixture of guilt and arousal. I should probably go to therapy for this kind of thing, but I don't know if there's anyone out there who truly understands what happened in that car. Sometimes I wonder if it was the alcohol talking or if we were both just so far gone that anything could have happened at that point.