Roadside Assistance

That earlier jolt of electricity intensified as I felt Charlotte place her hand on the inside of my leg, and it grew even stronger as her hand slowly moved its way up my thigh. I looked over at Mark, who still had his back to us as he waved at the bartender.

“Don’t worry about him,” Charlotte whispered, her hand moving ever so slowly upward. “Did you like my gift?”

“I did, very much.” My heart was beating fast, its thumping pulsing in my ears. I was wearing my pants to the right, and her fingers stopped when they reached the head of my erect cock.

“Ohhhh my…” she said as she looked down at her hand and the distance it was from my crotch. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she whispered as she placed her hand on my shaft, giving it a squeeze. My mind was spinning as she moved her hand up and down the bulge in my trousers. “A very, very big boy.”

I put my hand on hers and begrudgingly moved it away as Mark was finally successful at getting the bartender’s attention. He was heading back to our table with a glass of water and two other drinks.

“I hope you like bourbon,” he said as he placed my glass in front of me.

“Ah…bourbon, neat. Just as I like it,” I answered, taking a sip and instantly recognizing Woodford’s. I found myself thinking that this might not be a quick drink after all.