Hopelessly high heels pushed me towards 5’10” or so and enough lipstick to qualify me as a made up girl and we were off. That dress is cut low, bu... the only sight one gets is my bra, unless you happen to catch me leaning forward and sitting down. You might, might mind you, see a slope of a pale breast or the leading edge of my nipple. But it’s a big might and you better work the angles really, really well guys. The ride up to Lexington was fun, the younger girl and I had the backseats of a. I see how he takes his shirt off while he is standing with his back to me. I feel something harden in my pants at the sight of the naked upper part of my celebrity crush's body."Uhm... do you mind?" Chris asks me. I know what he wants me to do. "Don't worry, Chris, I don't mind, you can show it to me. I promise not to tell." I say with all the confidence I can muster.He raises his eyebrow. "Do you now?" he asks me.I nod."Okay." Chris says and takes his pants and briefs off right in front of. “Anyway, I wanted to be sure you were ok.”“Well, to be honest, I was hoping we could put it behind us and just move on. You know, get back to how we were before it happened,” I confided.I could see a look of dejection on her face for a moment before she spoke defensively. “What? You didn’t like it? You certainly seemed to enjoy it.”“It’s not that,” I stammered. I was about to go on, but she cut me off.“I know it’s not. The way you were eating me out, I could tell you loved it. And so did I. I. Thankfully, there was nobody behind me. Nervously I looked straight up and I was looking directly in the eyes of a man, about 35—40 years in age, with a huge smile. My nervousness got even worse. The boys in school had told that the guys watching the movie would also openly jerk off while watching the movie and mostly if your hand got tired, there were more than many guys who would offer to help and finish you off happily. I was all perked up and excited to the idea of someone ready to jerk me.