"Yeah, just a little pissed about this traffic," Randy replied annoyed, but not at her. "Is there anything I can do to help you out?" she asked, with ... slightseductivenessin her tone. Hearing what sounded like a hint to Randy about her feelings towards him, he took this opportunity to see what could happen. "A blow job sounds real nice right about now," he said, daring her to see how she would respond. "A blow job? Here? In traffic?" Julie asked, slightly taken back by the voyeuristic approach. He had been listening and hoping the girls mom would leave. He'd had enough of watching and it was time to 'introduce himself'. A sly grin spreading across his face as he watched the woman drive off in a battered Ford. Ahead of him, the girl, lay back totally unaware. She began singing quietly. A soft, faint sound which suited her perfectly. It was hot under the bushes and the man felt the sweat begin to run down his face. His skin seemed to itch. Perhaps in anticipation. Silently he slid. Maybe you’d begin long before I got there with a soaking bath, the tepid water relaxing you and everyday cares floating away and your mind drifting off to happy times and of being touched and stroked very gently… Unrushed. Warm Maybe you’d slide your fingers in smooth movements with gentle strokes on your long legs and across your belly and maybe up the sides of your perfect breasts. Would your nipples already be perked by then? Standing thick, tall and straight? Proud. Would you pour bath oil. He didn’t want to go with them, but he had no money for college and no prospects for work, so he decided to join the Navy for a six year hitch. He figured he would serve for six years, learn some new skills, and have the military pay for his college education when he got out. He thought it was a perfect plan except for one thing…Misty. He told her that he wanted to call or write, but he wanted the break to be clean. He thought it would be easier for her to hate him and move on that to have to.