I have a story from several months ago about meeting what would become a FWB for a drink. We hit it off, but I had a hook-up planned for later than night and didn’t tell her that part. She thought I was just being a gentleman by not pressing too much.
As we were leaving the bar we started making out and teasing each other. I ran her hand over my bulge and she told me to come to her car, she wanted to take care of that for me. She ended up blowing me in her car, then driving me back to my hotel where I walked in one door, and over to the bar where my date was waiting. She and I ended up having a fun night too.
But this story begins the next morning. I got a text from the first woman saying she had fun, and thanks for being a gentleman, but she can’t stop thinking about my cock. She said she was going home for lunch, it was about 2 miles from my hotel, and did I want to meet her there?