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True Story. I sometimes wonder why things like this always happen to me. Well actually I do know why: poor judgement, but surely this must happen to other women also.*I was on my way home from the office, and as planned, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. Apparently, everyone else in the world decided to do the same thing because the parking lot was full, so I had to park near the back right next to one of those electric car charging stations.When I came out of the store and got back to my car with my cart, I started unloading. While putting my groceries in the backseat, I noticed a man sitting in the car that was parked right next to my driver?s side. From where I was standing, I could tell he was reclined back in his seat. I didn?t think much of it as I presumed he was just sleeping as he waited for his car to be recharged. But then I noticed his body moving in a strange shaking motion.I emptied my cart, shut my door, and took my buggy back to the return area. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, so when I came back to my car, I slowly walked to my driver's door. I had wild visions of him having some kind of medical condition and needing help. I casually glanced in to see if this man was okay or in need of help. I could see him through the passenger window, and he was just fine; in fact, the movement in his body was caused by him having his pants open and pumping a surprisingly large erection!Oh my gawd, a pervert?*I was shocked at first and momentarily frozen. I actually did a double-take to make sure my eyes weren?t playing tricks on me. They weren?t. I quickly leaned lower so I could see his face, fearing that he had seen me, but his eyes were closed and he didn't know I was standing there.My first thought was to just get into my car and leave before he noticed me. But there was something so shocking and mesmerising about seeing this man masturbating right here in a public parking lot that I couldn't stop watching. I have a history and fetish for watching guys masturbate. I just couldn?t help but look a few seconds longer.I looked him over again, and he was actually quite attractive, with dark hair and a dark complexion. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt*and tan dress slacks. His car was a Tesla, and from the way he was dressed, he was clearly a well-to-do professional. He wasn?t the type of man you would expect to be jerking off in his car in a grocery store parking lot.I had only been watching him for a few seconds, but I could already feel it evoke something inside of me, sparking something that was sending a shiver through my body. Perhaps the riskiness of what he was doing, or the taboo feeling, or the thought of getting caught. I could feel the nervousness building in my body. I kept looking Ankara escort around to see if anyone was close, or could see me standing there looking in this car. I wasn't the one on display touching myself, but for some reason, I felt like I was the one that was going to get into trouble.My eyes kept going back down to his hand, gripped around the shaft of what looked to be an eight-inch long penis, with an engorged purple head. I couldn't stop looking. I was drawn in and mesmerised as I watched his hand move up and down. I looked back up at his body, at his face, and that's when our eyes met! Oh shit!*I realised he was watching me as I was watching him.I was mortified. I had been caught!*I wanted to jump in my car and leave, but I was frozen in his stare, like a deer in the headlights.*He kept looking right at me. The whole time, his hand never stopped moving. It was like he knew he had me now, and he did. Then suddenly, I was startled and jumped as his passenger window went down.I quickly turned away from his car as I trembled to reach for the handle of my driver's door when I heard him say, *quot;Wait, don't go, please.*quot;I know I should have just gotten in my car, but his voice stopped me as I looked back at him.*I was trembling from being caught in the situation. He was still holding his more than adequately sized erection, just not stroking it now, but pointing it straight up in the air, daring me not to look at it.His words startled me again as he said, *quot;I can tell you want to watch. It's okay, I want you to watch me too.*quot;I just stuttered and, for some reason, started apologising like I did something wrong, saying, *quot;I'm sorry... I have to go. I'm sorry.*quot;Even as I was saying I had to go, I still stood there and kept looking at him. The reality was that I did want to watch. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and I wanted to see him masturbate. I could feel my body starting to respond; I was getting aroused.His words jolted me again, *quot;Come on, I can tell you like it. I can tell you don't really want to go. It's okay.*quot;His hand started to slowly move up and down the shaft again, rolling his thumb over the tip of it, making the head glisten with his pre-cum, then moving all the way to the base where he squeezed it, waving it back and forth at me.My breathing was now getting shallow. I could feel my nipples getting stiff against the inside of my cream-coloured lace bra under my pale pink dress. I could feel a warm tingle moving down between my legs; whether I liked it or not, my body was responding.I just stood there motionless as I watched him slowly work himself with his hand. I looked back up at his face. He was intently staring at me, clearly getting more and more intensely aroused by having an audience.This Ankara escort bayan went on for a minute or so, both of us feeling the growing erotic tension of the situation. I could feel myself subconsciously squeezing my thighs, shifting my weight back and forth on my tan, sling-back, high heels. I was swaying my hips to brush the material of my sheer pantyhose against my shaved pussy to stimulate myself.Again, I was surprised as he suddenly leaned over and pulled the handle to open the door ajar, looking up at me through the window and telling me to get in.I protested at first, shaking my head no, and he said, *quot;Come on, just for a minute, let me cum for you.*quot;I couldn't believe this was happening.*You know how you know something is not the right choice, but you still do it anyway? My brain was telling me to get into my car and drive away, yet my body wasn?t moving. I knew if I sat in his car, there would be no turning back. Again, I nervously turned, scanning for anyone watching, then stepped forward and opened the door, sliding down into the seat next to this handsome stranger, exposing himself to me.The car was low to the ground, and as I slid, or more like fell, into the seat, my dress rode up, exposing pretty much all of my legs. I quickly adjusted myself and the dress as the seat wrapped around me.I quickly closed the door, and it suddenly felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon with this man. There was a sensual scent in the air. The car had that new car smell of leather, but there was also the pleasant smell of his cologne combined with the sweet smell of his pre-cum. I?m sure my body was giving off all kinds of pheromones as well, as my juices were flowing. Yes, the car smelt of sex.*I sat nervously and timidly, my arms close to my body and my hands resting on my thighs, my fingertips nervously pulling at the hem of my dress as my eyes focused on what he had in his hand. I could now see every bump and ridge of his engorged member. His entire cock was coated in his pre-cum; I could hear the sound of it lubricating his fingers as he*stroked his shaft.I sat there slightly trembling and feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment, as again I subconsciously found myself squeezing my thighs to stimulate myself as I was hypnotised by his moving hand.*Suddenly, he released his grip on his penis, reached over and took hold of my left wrist. I could feel the warm pre-cum on his hand as he gently gripped my wrist. His touch infused me with sexual energy. I immediately felt a gush of wetness between my legs. He pulled my hand over towards his lap as I pretended to resist, but still did not stop him, as he said, *quot;You can hold it.*quot;He placed the palm of my hand against the top of his erection, Escort Ankara and I instinctively closed my fingers around the shaft, not quite reaching all the way. My breathing was shallow and I was trembling as I leaned in and tightened my grip around his hard cock. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand as I gripped it tightly. I found myself licking my lips as I slowly moved my hand up and down his erection, my palm and fingers sliding smoothly as they became coated with his juices.What was I doing? This was crazy. I?m doing this out in public, not to mention to a perfect stranger. What if someone I know sees me or my car? Although my mind was racing and questioning my actions, my body was growing more and more aroused by this erotic situation. I was moving my hand up and down the shaft of his penis, slow enough to feel every ridge and bump on his lovely cock. I felt the blood gushing through his cock veins as I squeezed him tight. My thumb slipped over the head of his cock, feeling the soft skin of the tip. I was willingly exploring this stranger's cock, although I was still playing timid.He reached down and moved my hand so that my wedding ring was rubbing the ridge of his head.*I could see he was turned on by having another man's wife stroking his cock so I sheepishly whispered ?My husband is waiting for me?? My words had the desired effect as I felt his cock twitch and pulsate even more.He moaned in pleasure as he said, *quot;Don't stop, keep stroking.*quot;And as if under his spell, I started moving my hand up and down his shaft obediently. I again began*to squeeze and rub my thighs together, forcing pressure on my now erect clitoris as my dress began to ride up, exposing more of my legs. I shifted my body closer to him and lifted my right leg up so that my stocking-covered knee was resting on the centre console. It was as if I was offering him my leg.As I continued to stroke him I felt his big strong hand grab my thigh and rub it.* He leaned in and ran his hand up under my dress grabbing hold of my ass and giving it a good hard squeeze and feel.He then said, *quot;I see you licking your lips. You want to taste it, don't you?*quot;Before I could respond, he brought his right hand up, under my hair, to the base of my neck and put pressure, forcing me to lean over the console into his lap. I protested again, saying, *quot;No, no, I can't do that. I?m married and my husband is waiting for me.*quot;I felt his cock again flex in my hand as I spoke. He obviously liked the idea that I was married, and it aroused him even more. He continued with added pressure on my neck, bringing my mouth down towards him. I felt the soft skin of the tip of his penis touch my lips, and I succumbed to his pressure, licking the tip, getting the first taste of him on my tongue, and then feeling the swollen head slip past my lips into my mouth.I brought my right hand over to grip the shaft and started to stroke it, pumping him into my mouth as I wrapped my lips around the base of his cock head, sucking and tickling the tip and tasting him further with my tongue.