Annie loved to remember the way in which they met. So simple, and yet so perverse. In college he worked the third shift at a food mart. Not only was the 3rd shift great for studying, it was a wonderful place to indulge himself in his own growing exhibitionism. He always wore the tightest of jeans, to show off his bulge. He never wore underwear, but did usually wear some kind of improvised cock ring, like a handkerchief wound around his cock and tucked behind his shaven balls, to help accentuate his bulge. He loved to stand at the counter when customers arrived, and watch which ones were immediately drawn to look at his cock and balls resting on the counter. He was not much more than her height (5’4”); he was 5’8’ and stocky, with a 4 and ¼, bi 8 and ¼ inch cock, always at least hard enough to show that he was cut.
Annie came in the store alone, after the bars had closed. She had still not had enough excitement that night. Her skin tight lycra pants were not currently wet, but definitely carried the aroma of being drenched a few times that night. Those pants were one of her favorites. Skin tight so as to look painted on, the best part was that they were so thin, they not only separated her totally shaved lips, they highlighted, shouted out to the world, to look at my delicious shaved pussy! Annie wore a light green translucent camisole; flimsy and textured, every movement shook the cloth, and absolutely drew attention to her beautiful braless tits. What was harder to see, so tantalizing, was …. Were those nipple pierced? This was better than being naked; it was perverse exhibitionism at its best. Her whole body was on display, yet she could pretend to all who first looked at her, that she was innocent of such a direct invitation.
