He had apparently kicked his loafers off into the floorboard. He appeared to be in his late fifties. His hair was snow white and so fine one could alm...ost see through it. He was one of those people who looks as if they’d never lost their baby fat. His face and hands had a pinkish color that glowed hotter as he struggled to move a well polished, leather briefcase out of the front passenger’s seat. The man appeared slightly nervous as Karen got in, telling him how much she appreciated the ride. It. She asked me to return again. Everything about her made him want sex from her. She exuded sex, sexuality, erotica, and sexiness. Everything about her turned him on and made him want to fuck her. He wanted to push her back on the counter, rip away her clothes, and have wild sex with her. Never has any woman made him feel this way. She was just so damn sexy. Desperately, he tried to prolong his time with her by trying to think of something witty to say to engage her in a longer conversation.. This was almost definitely helped by the fact that her blue shirt was unbuttoned half way down her chest. Her long legs were accentuated by her short white shorts as well. Her body had certainly matured, and she had also seemed to have figured out how to make her positive features really work for her. I gave her a big hug, and could not help but enjoy her gorgeous breasts rubbing up against me. As soon as I collected myself, I invited her in and helped her carry some of her things in from. .you wanna jam sometime?" "NO!" I said nervously as thoughts of my Dad rode through my mind. "I can't" I said "I don't even know you..." "It's cool he said, I've been playing for 14 years and I'm good. Besides, good drummers are hard to come by", he said as he smiled. (My sticks on the dash gave me away) There went that butterfly in my stomach again. I could see him look down at my cock which at the time looked like I a small cucumber in my pocket. "Come on man....it'll be fun!" I sized him up.