It was a little after midnight when I trudged out to my car, weary and tired and looking forward to the warmth of my bed and maybe some good Internet porn to jack off to. Thoughts of mine and Sheila’s tantalizing tryst had compelled me to seek out and download clips of girls masturbating in cars, and doing even more than that.
Just as I unlocked the door of my car, I heard a soft voice in the darkness. "Hey."
I recognized Sheila’s voice instantly, loving the soft lilt she possessed even as it made me cringe. I pulled the key from the lock, popped open the door and paused. I did not turn around. "Hey."
I heard her step up behind me, stiffened for a moment as Sheila pressed her nubile body against mine. I felt her warm, moist breath in my ear, just before her tongue flickered out. "I really missed you."
I could have been strong, could have held to my reserve. I could have pushed her away, gotten in my car and driven home. But I didn’t. Sheila felt delicious, especially as her hands slid around to the front of my jeans and began tugging on the top button.
"I . . . I have, too," I admitted.
Sheila’s hands separated the coarse fabric of my jeans and slid inside. I had not worn underwear since I was sixteen. I breathed in as I felt the tips of her fingers thread through my thick pubic curls. They slipped around the shaft of my rapidly-growing cock, caressed my sweat-dampened balls. Sheila giggled softly in my ear, kissed the side of my neck. "I can tell," she said breathily, then pulled her hands free and stepped around to the passenger side of my car.
I really did not have much choice. My libido was doing all the thinking for me. I got behind the wheel, then leaned across to unlock the passenger door. Sheila slid in quickly, closing the door as she gave me an impish smile. "You know where to go," she said meaningfully. "