I smiled and told him I don't normally pick up guys. He grinned nervously at me and said his mother always told him not to get in a car with a stranger, then he asked me my name. I told him my name was Sandy and he said his name is Jeff, now we know each other. I laughed and said yeah, you won't have to tell your mother.
I asked him if it was ok if we drove over to the park since we were still in the pizza parking lot. While I was driving, I took his hand and placed it on my right thigh. The poor guy's hand was sweaty and shaking. I smiled at him and asked if he was nervous. He said yeah, a little. I asked him a few questions while I drove to get him to relax. I put my hand on his to get him to stroke my leg; it felt a little odd having someone else touching me after all these years with my husband.
I found a place to park where we wouldn't be seen. I turned off the engine and asked Jeff if he had ever had a blow job. He was so cute as he stuttered yeah and nodded his head. Did you like it? More nodding. Would you like another one? More nodding.
I figured if I didn't undo his pants, he was going to unload any second. I said to him, you know the longer you can hold it the better it will feel. He said yeah, but I don't think I can hold it long. Well then, we're just going to have to practice. |