Feb 7
Mike and I had been chatting a bit on Tinder. It was slow moving, he typically wanted to meet during the week and I just couldn’t make that work with having the kids.
I was at work and he texted me to see if I wanted to meet up today. I told him I couldn’t, that I had the kids. He asked about right now, and I told him I was at work. He then asked me when my lunch was followed by a goofy emoji, and I told him it was at 3, but I only had a half hour and I was starving.
Funny enough, I was the one who did the part you’d assume was him. I told him if he brings me a salad for lunch, I’d totally give him a handjob in the car.
I don’t know why, but I thought he knew I was joking. But he immediately asked where we should meet at 3. I thought about it for a bit before deciding whatever let’s do this. So I told him.
3:00 rolled around and he drove right up to the front. I recognized him from the profile pictures and jumped in the passenger seat. His car was clean, which was a good sign. It was incredibly awkward to talk to someone for the first time in their car while driving.
Almost immediately, he told me that he didn’t actually expect the handjob, that he was joking around. I told him I was at first, but a quick car handjob might be fun. He laughed and told me he wouldn’t object to that, but to seriously know that he wouldn’t hold anything against me if I didn’t actually want to.
We pulled up to a spot not too far away facing a creek. There was only 3 spots here and we were at the end one, and there was a little path to the left of the leftmost car. The odds of us being seen here were very small, which I certainly noted.
I had been eating on the drive over, which was only a few minutes. So when we arrived, I was only halfway done. I asked him to tell me a bunch about himself so that I could quickly eat while he talked. The salad was fine, it was from a chain that rhymes with Mamera, so you can’t go wrong.
When I finished up, I shifted in my seat to face him. I hadn’t had a chance to really look at him much since I was facing forward and shoveling food in my face. I looked at my watch and I still had 20 minutes.
I interrupted him mid-story and said, “I’ve got 20 minutes. I’d love to hear your story but if you want a quick handy, we’d better get to it.”
He stumbled for a moment and again reiterated that I didn’t have to. I told him I know I don’t have to, but I wanted to, that I’ve never done anything like this and it seemed like a rush. He smiled and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them down and I reached in with my right hand and grabbed his cock.
He was mostly limp still, so I gave him a few good strokes and he seemed super nervous. I told him that if he didn’t actually want to do this, that we didn’t have to. It was fun to grab lunch on a quick drive and we can do this some other time.
He looked sort of ashamed for a moment, and I asked him what was going on. He told me that he can’t cum unless we use either lube or oil. I didn’t have anything on me, and I was about to say that when he pulled out a small bottle of oil from the pocket in his door and asked if we could use this.
I laughed and I asked him if he gets a lot of car handjobs to have oil just sitting in here and he sort of embarrassingly said that he just brought it, in case I actually was serious.
I leaned in really close to his ear and I said, “well, lucky for you, I am serious today.” I grabbed the oil and put some on my hand and then rubbed it on his cock. After a few small strokes, he was as stiff as a board.
Knowing this had to be a quicker one, I just went right to it. I stroked at a medium pace, taking a few pauses to twist at the top. He moaned a lot when I did that, so I started doing that nearly every time back up to the top. I kept that rhythm for a few minutes, and then he asked me if I could speed up.
I smiled at him and told him of course. I sped up, skipping the part that I thought he liked the best, and picked up even more speed as he got closer. It was just a few minutes later, probably 6-7 minutes total that I could really start to feel his cock start to pulse, and I realized that neither of us had thought about his cum.
He started grunting, so I quickly switched hands and finished stroking with my left hand, while I caught his cum in my right. As he squirted out, I stroked him, catching all but a few drops. It started draining down the back of my hand, so I reached into the salad bag and grabbed my semi-dirty napkin and wiped my hand off.
Mike had his eyes closed and was out of breath. He was panting while I was cleaning my hand up. He opened his eyes and thanked me, telling me that was amazing. I told him it was fun, that I enjoyed sneaking away in the middle of my workday to do this, and that he may have triggered something new for me.
I handed him the other napkin and he wiped himself off and cleaned up the little bit that was on his seat. He had leather seats, so it wasn’t a big deal.
He drove me back to the store and I hopped out and walked inside and clocked back in. It’s fun to talk to a coworker this soon after fooling around with someone, them not knowing what transpired just minutes ago.