I was so turned on my my experience with the first man in the park, I quickly agreed when he suggested I place an ad to watch a stranger masturbate for me. Within an hour of placing the ad on Craigslist, it was flagged and removed (I still don't know why) but I already had more than fifty replies. I reposted the ad, and again it was removed, but not before I had about twenty more replies. Men, it seems, are more eager to reply to strangers, than women are. I was a little overwhelmed at first and I asked my first mystery lover to help me chose which men I should agree to meet. He did help, but a few that he picked were just too far away in distance to be realistic. A few got testy with me quickly when I didn't immediately respond (I had seventy people to reply to, and it took me a while). So between the few that never replied back, the few that were too far away, and the few that were struck from the list for being pushy or downright nasty, I had about twenty left to work with. Of those, if they sent a pic and just didn't appeal to me, I thanked them for replying but told them I didn't think they were what I was looking for. Eventually I made arrangements to meet three men, one an Indian, which, being a white girl and having mostly had white or black boyfriends, absolutely fascinated me, one a black man, and one a white fellow with interesting glasses.
Originally this one other man had replied to my posting, but he lives all the way in **** so I sorta brushed him off a little. An hour is a pretty long way to drive just to jack off for a stranger and I had plenty of other people replying to the post. He wrote back a while later that he couldn't get the idea out of his head, that he was so turned on by it, he was masturbating at home anyway, and he was really so excited, he'd be willing to make the drive to meet me after all. I was, in turn, extremely excited by his enthusiasm but we were having trouble figuring our schedules to make them mesh. Finally, at the last minute, we discovered we both had later that evening available so I sent him the address to the park where we met, and we set a time.
Anticipation kept me wet and ready all afternoon until finally it was time to meet. I drove to the park and waited... and waited... and waited. When I checked my email I saw not only had the poor guy gotten lost, but he had also gotten pulled over for speeding! Finally, about fifteen minutes past the time we'd set to meet, he pulled up in a little white pickup truck. Honestly, if I'd been through all those shenanigans to get to the park, I don't know that I'd have been in the mood to do much more than drink, but he got out of his truck with a smile. We shook hands but didn't introduce ourselves and he asked where we could do this. I asked him if he thought he could do it right there, at the cars and he replied with a sort of grunty kind of noise that seemed to mean no. He looked around at our surroundings, consisting of mostly soccer and baseball fields, but on the top of a little hill, there's a pavilion with bathrooms and a few picnic tables. Catching where his eyes were looking, I said, "Do you want to go up there?" He said yes, grabbed a messenger bag from his truck and we started to walk.
