Lifting his hips off the seat, he unzipped and pulled out his semi-erect cock. Finally, the salesman said “I really enjoyed that. “If I showed you my cock, would you show me yours?,” he asked. We both got into the car and sat there for several minutes without speaking. Following an awkward silence, he offered me a hip flask he’d been holding between his thighs. By then this kind of question didn’t faze me. He spread the towel over his legs and the front of his suit, about halfway up his chest. “What I want is to find someplace out of this rain where we can have some undisturbed fun. About once a month I would go home for the weekend, bringing my laundry with me in a battered brown case that once belonged to my father. I was strangely proud of what I’d done and envious of how much the man could spurt.
