Was I dreaming? She toe-tapped my ankle and stepped between my parted legs.“I promise you I am worth the time,” she suggestively remarked.I half e...pected some guy to pop around the corner and ask me what the hell we were doing. Her knees were now pressing against my crotch, as she reached forward and placed her hands on to my shoulders, looking down at me.“Please tell me you think I’m sexy,” she opined.“Duh, yeah,” I sarcastically replied.She bent down and grabbed my hands, interlocking her. Medium blue slacks and matching jacket top with a light blue blouse under it. With my auburn hair and brown eyes, I looked great. When he offered to buy me some coffee while they cleared the wreckage and cleaned the street, I gladly accepted. The coffee shop was just a few yards from my car so I could watch it in case the police wanted it moved. I ordered a cappuccino while he just had regular coffee. He was good at getting me to talk about my family and I felt the stress leave my body. I told. I am about six-three. Where he has dark hair, mine is golden. His chest is lightly, sparsely covered; mine is thick, almost too thick to run your fingers through. It is springy and soft and covers me from collarbone to waist. It is only thin after my abdominal muscles end. I have a patch over my ass but that is also very hairy, as are my legs and arms to about mid-biceps. The contrast was different and I liked it, a lot. Which is probably why I started to feel uncomfortable and started getting. After a moment (minute? who knows) of this suddenly I lost all the strength out of my body and my little nub and my lips became too sensitive to move anymore, but I was still getting little smaller pulses of pleasure every couple of seconds and didn't want any of it to stop, so I ended up practically lying on the rope, toes and one hand on the ground and legs clenched tight around the rope between my legs, motionless but with my puss still tight against the rope, prolonging the little.