I meet you at work, and we take your car to grab a bite to eat. However, I’ve already noticed the bulge in your slacks, and my mind has turned from food, to dining of another kind. I move over beside you on the seat as you drive, pressing lightly against your side, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, just under your ear. My hand moves down to caress your inner thigh, squeezing gently as I slide my hand along it.
“Baby, I’m not very hungry…for food..could we take a drive instead?” I ask. You readily agree, knowing by my tone and actions I have something better in mind. You move us from the main thoroughfare to a side road, where few cars challenge our ownership of the road. As you drive, my hand has become emboldened, caressing your balls and growing cock through your slacks. My palm cups you, fingers flexing, and my fingers trace your outline through the fabric, then moves to unsnap your slacks, and slides the zipper lower. I move my hand into the open fly of your slacks, seeking your warmth and hardness, wrapping my fingers around you, and beginning to stroke.
After stroking you this way a little while, I move to pull the band of your shorts lower, and your now hard cock springs free. I tug once more, bringing the band of your shorts below your balls, exposing all of your maleness to my sight and touch. I love the way your breathing has sped, and those little soft cries of pleasure that escape from your lips as I run my palm and fingers over your balls and cock.