“No making out. No hands on me. No kissing anywhere.” She climbed onto my lap, grinning, warm and eager. “In fact, you cannot move at all. Hand... on the arms of your chair, palms down. You can’t rub against me, and you can’t touch me. No movement.”“Okay,” I agreed, curious what she had in mind.Straddling me in the wide chair, Rita positioned herself, her pale hips and fiery red bush an erotic contradiction, right over my cock. Bill and Claire sat forward with barely concealed excitement. Out of. "Leave the motor running."He stopped abruptly, froze, as he realized what was hanging from the door knob. "Panties!" His head spun. "Sexy ones at that." His groin stirred. He tiptoed to the porch. Everything in his brain yelled at him to go back to the van and call his boss. He reached and lifted the panties, The aroma of perfume, more than one, was distinct.He stepped sideways on the porch until he could see through the side windows to the door. Sheer curtains obscured his view but did not. But eventually it came to the day, we agreed to meet at midnight, I almost forgot and at 11:45 I threw on a blue dress, with a white collar. Nothing underneath, I didn’t have the time, and it was San Diego, so who really needed much more than a long sleeve dress. I drove my parents car down to the movie theatre, I parked amongst the moviegoers, and walked behind the trees encircling the parking lot behind it. There sat his silver Audi. He wasn’t shitting me; I caught quick peaks at his face. It. I could really only see his head and arched back but he seemed to have perfectly smooth white skin. I sat there for a good five minutes, but after that the heat of the room started to become unbearable. I didn't particularly want to leave but I did want to experience more. I wanted to feel another man's body. I wanted to be able to touch and hold another mans cock. I felt sure my companion would not have objected but sadly what he had offer looked small and limp; I craved something bigger.