Sitting in the mall parking lot my head hung low, forehead resting on the steering wheel. Why do I do this to myself I think?! Waiting to pick up my girlfriend from her terrible job on yet another late night, knowing what lies ahead is the inevitable argument about how I'm not ever good enough and she is always working harder than me. I flip back with a sigh, reclining my old rusty car seat and close my eyes. All I can think about is the girl I wish I'd have met sooner. How perfect she is, I can almost hear the beautiful words as she speaks rolling off her tongue in that heart melting accent that I've come to cherish so much. Her curves could not be described in any other way than the ideologic hourglass figure, perfect almost flawless. As I lay there I find myself becoming more relaxed...
I imagine her in all her glory, her beautiful dark hair seems like it wants to engulf me as it softly blows in a light breeze. The smell of her sweet perfume make my mouth water. Before I realize it I can feel my hand outside of my ripped jeans slowly starting to caress my inner thigh as I slip further from reality. I know what I want to do, but it's so wrong I'm in a crowded parking lot with so many potential witnesses. I pause... I can't help myself, I begin to unbutton my pants ever so slowly wishing it was her instead of me. Picturing her in my head as I grab my zipper and slowly work it down. I can remember the first time I ever meet her, it was online I couldn't even be sure if she was real. However this was not on the forefront of my mind, rather what I received from her this morning when I woke up. The video, God did it start of my day amazingly. Her fingers ever so gently rubbing her clit, slipping so gracefully as she became more moist. She told me she was thinking of me specifically and listening to her moans of pleasure I knew she needed me. She could not have been more perfect.
I could feel my erection growing ever more stiff, I reached down lowering my jeans. Now the only thing that stood between me and freedom was the ever so thin layer of cotton from my boxers. I pulled them down slowly letting now extremely firm hard on snap straight up into the air. I reached down wrapping my hand around my shaft and began stroking slowly wishing it was her soft silky hand not mine. I began to get so carried away in my day dream I completely forgot about all reality. Until...
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Startled I quickly attempted to cover myself with my shirt realizing it was not long enough I began to panic. As I opened my eyes I to saw this beautiful long brown hair hanging through my open window and a face that was more gorgeous then any girl I've ever seen. In a panic I frantically I tried to act as natural as possible. It became clear that I was unsuccessful in my efforts as she was outright laughing before a slight pause to clear her throat.
"I was going to ask if you were okay, I saw you laying back from across the lot. I can see you are doing quite fine though." She said as she pointed at my unzipped pants and my still erect cock.
"I'm so sorry! I am okay thank you! And I'm sorry please don't call the cops I swear this is the first time!" I said in a panic.
Then it dawned on me, this face, I've seen it before! However I could not put my finger on where. Then like a bag of rocks it hit me. It was her! But how?! Could she really be right in front of me?!
"I would never call them," she said with a smirk and a wicked gleam in her eye. "I was actually hoping to help you, since you look like you're having a hard time."
Without a moment's hesitation she began to let herself in through the car door. Getting in I noticed her skirt barley covered her ass, it almost seemed as if she was trying to draw attention to it. She bent over further then necessary barely bending at the knees exposing her panty less ass. I wanted to reach out so badly and grope her as she leaned her butt back into the car. I closed my eyes, but what if she didn't recognize me. Finally I felt the car shake from the door closing, I could feel my nerves beginning to take control of me.
"Do you know who I am?" She said as she turned to face me.