It is dark and you are all alone. Your battery in your car has left you stranded in the parking lot of this quiet little shop in the woods. It is getting late and your friend hasn't arrived to pick you up yet. Nervously you look around, straining to see something, anything in the gloom. A cloudy night with no moon to light the parking area, you start at every sound. The trees seem to be alive with shadows. You are sure you heard footsteps just then but see nothing. Out of the corner of your eye a shadow moves across the rearview mirror.
It's a man. You can tell that much. You check for the tenth time to make sure your doors are locked. Where is that friend of yours? You cant see his face, he is too close to the car doors, reaching for the handle. Its locked thank goodness. You strain at the window, looking up trying to get a glimpse of his face. You can't with the moon behind him, but he gets a glimpse of your breasts as you press against the window. The cool glass against your flesh tells you that you are exposed as does the rise in his jeans that are just inches from your face. It is large enough to be noticable in the dark, the desire you have aroused in him. He presses his jeans against the window, his bulge outlined against his jeans. The sound of the buttons of his fly scraping across the glass is the only thing you hear as his hips move along.
You can't believe what you are watching. His member grows larger and larger as you frantically look for headlights down the long gravel strip. You can't ignore this man hovering outside of your door. You are now concious of everything. Your skirt. It was a good idea before you made this sales call but now can he see your legs? The low cut blouse works well when calling on male shop owners, but he has already looked down and seen the cleavage you aren't so eager to display. The effect on him was obvious.
