" She smiled, kissed me full on the mouth and said, "Okay...go downstairs, get the small box out of my purse, and wait fifteen minutes before you come... upstairs." I asked why, and she simply said, "I need to get ready." I threw my robe on, she went into her room, and I set out to do what she told me to do. The wait was agonizing, and the anticipation had me rock-hard. It was quiet upstairs, and I watched each of the fifteen minutes tick of the clock. With the mystery box in hand, I slowly went. “Yes, yes, I would like it! I would like it, Sir!”City lights, paving blocks. My breath is ragged. Oh my God, I’m going to come.“Dirty whore.” A statement, derisive, humiliating. I am a dirty whore. I can’t hold it anymore. I don’t want to hold it anymore. I explode, hands still behind my back, closing my eyes as pleasure overwhelms me. I throw my head back and let out a raspy moan. The leather under my skin is slippery now. The car smells like… the very essence of me now.The man next to me. Was she being series? Did she actually WANT me to touch her boobs? I know this as just for appearances, but this was ridiculous. I looked around, watching other guys put lotion on their ladies, looking like they were enjoying every second of it. I guess this would be the perfect way for us to blend in with all the other couples. So, my hands slowly moved up her body and reached those soft, perky mounds my mom called breasts. I started slow, getting the lotion on her real good. Her boobs felt. I sat and thought for a moment, and considered just how she was acting."Hmmm ... maybe she isn't acting" I surmised."Ah fuck this ... two can play this game" I gasped at the camera. I stood up and pulled off my shirt and then dropped my shorts. I resumed my seat naked on the lounge chair with my hand wrapped around the base of my shaft. I proceeded to stroke my cock as I waited for her return.Mary returned in a couple of minutes dressed in a very small transparent nighty."What do you think...".