Returning to my vehicle my heart is racing as I manage the rush of adrenaline. My hands are shaking as I try to make sense of what I just happened. I still smell spearmint and my cock and balls are moist in my underwear. With my head swimming, the indelible imprint of how his cock looked and felt in my hand remains.
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To this day I don’t know why I froze the way I did and how I could be so passive. I can only surmise that I was giving in to what I wanted to happen.
I was obviously prepared for the things I fantasized about but not for the kissing.
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