“What?”
“Want some company?” She laughed.
“And what did you say?”
“I shook my head. I told him he could look, but he couldn’t touch.”
Not really knowing men but understanding the way they think, with their dicks, I found this hard to believe. I would have thought the guy would have been trying to break into the car to have his way with her after all the teasing she’d been doing.
“And then?” I continued, wondering how much more there was to this story.
“He wanted me to show him some more. I undid the buttons of my blouse. Pulled my bra up over my tits and began tugging my nipples.”
“What did he do?”
She was touching her breasts absentmindedly. I, too, wanted to touch her, to see how wet she was right now, if telling me all this was turning her on as much as me.
“He took his cock out of his pants and started stroking himself.”
“You’re joking? Ugh, that’s disgusting.”
The thought of a guy’s cock so close to her was appalling, there right near the window, in full view.