What he had in mind was so clear, my c**k was straining against the leg of my jeans and drooling almost constantly. I put my hand down there and felt a wet spot where it had leaked through the denim.
“Have you had enough of this stuff?” I asked, gesturing toward the shakes and fries.
“Yeah.”
“Come on, then.”
His face lighted up. “You’ve thought of a place?”
“Not a place, exactly, but any port in a storm, right? Let’s go!”
We went out to my car. I drove from the Burger King parking lot to the much bigger parking lot of a popular tavern. I parked at the very edge of the lot, as far as possible from the bar itself, where there were a couple of cars with their windows all steamed up.
I’d always wanted a nice, sporty car with leather buckets and a shifter on the floor. I was glad that ni
