| Gay: Lusty Liaisons: Rush Hour (1/3) |
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If the story does not play, click here to download the file. If you hit traffic at just the right time, a twenty-minute drive could easily turn into an hour. I hated feeling like a prisoner in my own car. Day after day, I vowed to leave work a little earlier or stay a little later, anything to avoid the mess that was rush hour. I looked to my left to find a little old lady. Her head barely reached the top of the steering wheel. I didn’t realize I was staring until she returned my glance. I smiled and looked forward. Damn it, it had to be at least a hundred degrees in here, I thought to myself. I rolled down the window to let some fresh air in, but all I got was muggy air. I looked to my right; a mousy soccer mom tried desperately to quiet her van full of brats. I shook my head at her. She gave me a dirty look and inched past me. Frustrated I once again surfed the radio dial. Commercial…commercial…country song…newscast…nothing catches my interest. I returned to the top forty station and looked at my watch, ten minutes had gone by and I had barely moved an inch. After several songs and two commercial breaks, a good song finally came on. I bobbed my head and casually tried to sound out the lyrics. When I got to the chorus I sang along as if I was the only one who could hear it. “Sounds good,” I heard a voice to my right. Embarrassed I turned down the volume and slowly turned my head to the right. A very good-looking businessman had replaced the mousy soccer mom. He looked to be about mid thirties. His tie halfway undone hung loosely from his white shirt. “Thanks,” I said and looked at my fingers on the steering wheel. “Don’t be embarrassed that song always gets to me too,” he laughed and I laughed with him. I tried to be casual and glanced at his hands on the wheel. No visible signs of marriage. “Don’t you just hate this damn traffic?” I asked eager to continue our conversation. “Yeah, today is especially bad, there must be a wreck up ahead,” he said. I rolled my eyes and threw my arms up in frustration. “I know how you feel, but I know a way we can pass the time and let some of this traffic roll through.” I couldn’t resist his mischievous grin and played along with him. “How do you suppose we do that?” I asked. “Get in front of me and take the first right. There’s a construction site on the left.” It took several minutes for us to get enough distance between us, but eventually I got over and followed his instructions. He stayed closely behind. The further I drove the more deserted the streets got. It felt nice to go at a decent speed for once. I looked into the rearview mirror, his signal flashed left. I looked to my left and turned into a new housing development. It was pretty much deserted. I slowed down and he pulled past, waving for me to follow. He led me almost to the end of the development, where he parked his car next to a giant green trash container. I parked beside him and he motioned for me to join him in his car. I got out of my vehicle and walked around to the passenger side. Inside my eyes went straight for his semi hard cock, which he had already pulled out of his khakis and had begun stroking. “What do you think?” he |
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