After a month of social isolation, I have a pattern. Once a week, I hit the grocery store, the liquor store, and the pharmacy. Very occasionally, I go through a drive-through at McDonalds or Dunkin Donuts to break the monotony of cooking for myself. In between, I content myself with a drive around town or a drive down to the waterfront to sit on the rocks and watch the gulls and the waves for a while. I also get out every day to walk the dog, but that's not a lot of excitement!
Like a good citizen, I always have my mask ready for when I get out of the car. Everything I've read says it's just a good practice, so when I'm sitting on the rocks or walking around the beach, I keep myself covered up.
Yesterday was no exception to the routine until I got to the beach. It wasn't a shopping day or anything, and I had finished my tasks for the day by mid-afternoon. Although it was windy, I decided the beach was a good place to kill some time. The dog had already been for a long walk and just glanced up when I offered him a ride.
The empty streets were as strange as ever. The overcast skies were threatening, and the blustery south wind was enough to keep people inside for the most part. When I got there, the parking lot was empty. Unfortunately, far out on the rocks I usually walk to there was someone already sitting with their back to the wind, looking out over the water.
For the moment, I was content just to be out of the house. I cracked the windows and settled back to watch the wind-blown waves rolling in. My mind drifted, and I didn't see the woman approaching my car. When she rapped on the window, I jumped and looked around wildly, my heart racing and my hands clutching the steering wheel.
When I finally focused, I saw a tall, slim brunette laughing at me. I could hear her through the open windows, and although she wore a brightly patterened mask, her eyes conveyed her enjoyment. After a moment to collect myself, I punched the accessory button and rolled down the window.
"I'm so sorry I scared you!" she said as she got her laughing under control.
"No problem," I replied as suavely as I could given the circumstances. "My mind was a million miles away."
"You usually sit out there on the rocks where I was, right?" she asked.
"Usually. I didn't want to disturb you, though."
"Damn," she observed with a smile in her eyes, "that's some good social distancing!"
"Just being polite," I observed.
"I like it," she said bluntly. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure" I said in a puzzled voice.
"I've been here every day, and I've watched you on the rocks, and I was wishing I could walk out there and sit with you."
"I'm sure we could have worked something out even if we're six feet apart!" I told her gallantly.
"I have a better idea!" she said with a lift of her eyebrow. "How freaked out about this virus are you?"
"I'm being careful, but I'm not all that freaked out."
"Good. Do you have a mask?"
"I do. I keep a stash right here," I told her, indicating the box of disposables beside me. "They're not as nice as yours, but they get the job done!"
"Put one on," she said simply.
For some reason-probably curiosity-I did as she requested. When I was done, I looked back up at her. Her forearms lay across the bottom of the window and she was leaning down to see into the car. All I could see of her body was a dark blue windbreaker, the mask, and shoulder-length brown hair with highlights gathered into a ponytail.
"Do you have hand sanitizer?" was her next question.
In response, I pulled the little bottle out of the door pocket and dropped it into a cupholder.
She looked at me for a moment as if making up her mind about something, and then stepped back. Without a wasted motion, she tugged the door open-admitting a swirl of wind-and then she folded herself onto the front seat and closed the door firmly.
WIthout hesitation, she turned to face me, tucking her legs up so that her knees pointed my way.
"No names, okay?"
"Fine by me," I told her. "What did you have in mind?"
"I've been watching you, and I was thinking the other day that I'd normally walk out there and introduce myself and we'd talk for a while and then we could walk to my house and have a drink and see what happened."
"That still sounds like a good plan!" I told her with a grin behind my mask.
"Yeah, but it would be really hard to keep six feet apart for very long!" she laughed.
"So how is you sitting in my car any better?" I asked playfully.
"I'll show you!" she answered, the smile back in her eyes.
With that, she unzipped her windbreaker and arched her back to slip it down her arms. Her small, firm breasts jutted forward when she did this, and she watched me knowingly as I admired their unveiling. A quick glance revealed a pale blue tank top and a sports bra underneath. Dark grey yoga pants with some kind of pattern completed her outfit, and her legs looked as slim and toned as the rest of her.
When the jacket hit the floor, she leaned forward toward me and rested both hands on my thigh.
"I'm not going to kiss you," she said seriously, "but I do know something better!"
Her hands spread forward, one curling around my thigh and the other traveling firmly across the crotch of my jeans. After just a quick stroke, I felt myself hardening and her fingertips slid up and down the growing length.
"Do you think you could get these out of the way?" she asked.
I didn't answer. I was too busy ripping off my jacket, unbuckling my belt, and shoving my jeans and boxers down to my knees. My cock sprang up eagerly, but the wind whistling in the cracked windows made my scrotum tighten up immediately.
As soon as I was done, her cool hands went to work. One cupped my balls gently and the other wrapped around my shaft, tugging up and down.
"Very nice!" she cooed as she caressed me. "I was always too far away to see what you were packing, but I'm glad I found out!"
I let my head fall back on the headrest and my hand caressed her back as she teased me. My mask began to puff in and out a little with each breath as I grew more excited.
