Just when he made his move for my crotch, he saw what I'd seen earlier, the woman standing by her car, obviously watching. He was totally spooked and stopped the whole thing. He stammered nervously, “Thanks, you were great, but we gotta go. There's someone out there watching."
"Hurry," he said. I quickly put my shirt and jeans on and then asked him for a pen. I wrote my phone number on the waistband of my briefs and tossed them in his lap. I told him, "Call me," as I stepped out of the car and walked over to mine.
When I glanced at her, the mystery woman was smiling knowingly at me as she got in her car. My erection was clearly visible through my jeans as she drove past me on her way out of the parking lot. Stopping and rolling down her window, she said, "My husband likes to have his d**
