This is based on a true happening, from about five years ago.
I had been staying in one place off and on for a couple of months on business. I kept staying at the same hotel because of convenience and familiarity. I noticed that once a month, a local car club had what they called a "cruise", in an adjacent parking lot. The event was held on a weeknight, and I thought that it might be the source for some fun.
The first thing that I did was to do some scouting of the area. We were on the edge of a slightly blighted area, with numerous empty industrial buildings around. After driving around a bit, I located the perfect building. Abandoned, it backed onto a wooded track not far from the lot where the cruise was held. On one side, the landscaping hid the building from its neighbor, which was also abandoned, and a dumpster would hide a strategically parked car from any prying eyes.
The night of the cruise arrived and my plan was launched. After waiting for the lot to fill up with custom cars, I sauntered over to look things over. I had on a tight denim skirt that came to barely mid-thigh, and a white blouse, open but tied at the waist over a red tube top. On my feet I wore platform sandals. I had a small purse slung over my shoulder which contained $20, my id and six condoms. I let my blond hair flow. I very slowly made my way up and down the aisles of car, pausing to look at some.
On a side row, I picked out my first mark. I picked him, because he picked me. He was leaning against his car, which was a souped up red convertible. Could not tell you the make it was, but the hood was up and there was a lot of shiny metal. He was in his thirties, wearing jeans and a black tee shirt. His body was not body builder grade, but was trim. He had curly salt and pepper hair, and a two day beard growth.
As I passed, his gaze followed me, and he made no secret that he was appraising the merchandise and liked what he saw. I continued up the line of cars for about three cars, and then turned around. When I looked back, he was still watching me, and did not turn away when I caught him staring. I turned around and walked back to where he leaned against his prize.
"I think you have the nicest equipment on the lot," I cooed, trying a double entendre right off the bat.
He started to explain that his car was a work in progress and that he planned to do this or that to it, and that there were plenty better cars on the lot. I just watched his mouth, the way it moved. I moved closer, invading his personal space, but he did not back down. I liked that confidence.
I asked him if I could sit in his car. He hesitated for a moment or two and then said, "Sure." What could it hurt? He started to open the driver's door, but I moved to the passenger side. He came around to the passenger side and opened the door for me.
