My buddy informed me last summer about a man she had been getting to know and letting get close to her in the back of her car in a deserted parking lot. She had shown him my picture and he had expressed an interest in meeting me. After giving me his phone information and essentially telling me to text him to arrange a meeting, I texted him and we decided to meet near my house so that we could take a drive, talk, and see what else happened. He then picked me up.
As soon as I climbed into his truck, I noticed right away that there was a strong sexual tension in the air. We didn’t talk much, but I could see him glance over occasionally to look at me, and I swear I saw him at one point rubbing the back of his palm across a huge mound in his lap.
He finally stopped the car in an old strip mall parking lot after what seemed like an age and what I’m sure felt like it for the twitching cock I had just just become very aware of waiting and swelling inside of his jeans. He silently took my hand and led me toward a break in the buildings as he hopped out of the driver’s side and circled around to open my door.