You are smiling.You are smiling. I stop next to you and roll down the window. "Where are you headed?" "It doesn't really matter. Can you take me?" I swallow. "Sure. Hop in." You slide into the passenger seat and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun and sweat on your buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer to me than is really necessary. I swallow again. "What's your name?" "Lisa." You don't ask mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can see your breasts jiggling slightly as we ride. You catch my sidelong glance and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed. "You don't usually pick people up, do you." It is a statement, not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have inched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly dry. I cannot keep from looking at your breasts. I begin to imagine...No! Things like this just don't happen! There is always a catch. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip. I roll down the window. We ride for a moment in silence. You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. With another sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your cutoffs is undone. Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking intently at my face. Do you see what I am thinking? If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst through my pants. |