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By Chuck Stone The following story is absolutely true, and happened earlier this year. Yeah, I've dressed the wording up to make it a better read, but it's all completely true. Honest. ----------------------------------------------------- It was a hot and humid late-summer's Friday evening, and I was bored to death. It had been a really slow night at work, and it had been I could do to keep my eyes open for all of my 6PM to 2AM shift. I was so bored I decided to take the 'scenic' route home -- it avoided the Interstate, and had the additional benefit of passing a handful of bars and clubs as they emptied following last call. Girls DO tend to dress to kill when they go clubbing on a Friday night, and tonight was no different. Short short skirts, halter tops, boots -- a virtual cornucopia of tits and ass and legs. I love it. I was thoroughly enjoying the scenery as I made my way across town. I'd already pulled my shirt off because of the heat. Before long, watching all these hot babes laughing and talking outside the bars I pulled my shorts off, too, and started yanking on my pud. Hey -- it's dark out and I'm in a car. Who's going to see me driving naked? It might have been a boring night, but at least I'd get my rocks off on the way home while I checked out the girls. Life is good. As I pulled up to a stop sign in a not-so-hot neighborhood, though, I was taken totally by surprise by a girl who appeared literally out of nowhere. She just popped up next to the driver's window, asking if I had an extra cigarette. Needless to say, she startled the crap out of me. Thin, not unattractive. Skin the color of dark chocolate, long legs in cutoffs, short curly hair, missing one tooth on the bottom. White t-shirt, medium-sized tits, nipples telling me there's no bra. Pretty brown eyes. Me, I'm sitting in the car under a street light completely naked with the seat back, half a hard-on, and my hand wrapped around my cock. And she's asking for a cigarette. "Umm, yeah", I stammer. "Sure". She looks at me sitting there stuttering. She looks into the car and it dawns on her. "Hey, y'all are naked!" No wild reaction, no further discussion, just a simple statement. "Umm, yeah", I stammer. She starts to reach in the window, pauses, looks at me and says "Can I touch it?" "Umm, yeah". A real conversationalist, I am. Truth is, I don't have a fucking clue what to say right this red-hot second. At which point she reaches in and starts ever so gently caressing my cock. At first, just her fingertips, stroking gently over the head. This goes on for a few minutes, but soon enough she grabs the whole thing in her hand. Not a soft hand -- these hands work for a living. My cock is responding to her attention by coming to attention itself. "This is pleasant", I think to myself. Yes sir, I am a genius. After about sixty seconds of gently but firmly stroking my dick, she straightens up, smiles, and asks about a cigarette again. I produce one, and she strolls off. I drive away, still shocked and surprised at what has just transpired. Naturally enough, I start flailing wildly at my meat, and bring myself to a spooge-shooting conclusion within about two blocks. A couple of weeks pass, and I'm leaving work. I figure what the hell, and I strip down and take the same route home. There she is, sitting on a step at the same corner. Ambles over to the car, asks for a cigarette. I give her one. She reaches into the car and asks, "Can I?". She grabs my dick firmly this time -- pretty good grip -- and starts stroking slowly up and down the length of my unit. While she's pulling up and down on my cock, I ask her name. "Tanya", she says. Trying to think of something witty, I mumble "You're a nice girl, Tanya". (You idiot -- she's a total stranger who's jerking you off in the middle of the street. Of COURSE she's a nice girl...). She smiles and says "Thanks", and continues to pull on my unit, a little harder and only a little tiny bit faster. She says nothing, just keeps stroking. Long, hard, firm pulls that make it obvious to me she's not just playing. She's in no hurry, but she definitely intends to make me cum. I say.-- half-heartedly -- "You better cut that out, or I'll be making a mess pretty soon". She says nothing, just concentrates on her work. "No, really -- if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum". Tanya stares right at me, one arm in the car masturbating me with intensity now. Not fast, but long, firm, deliberate strokes. There's no hurry on her part. Every stroke is focused, like this means something to her. She's into this. She means to make me cum. Tanya has my cock in a solid grip, and she's jerking me up and down with even, meaningful strokes. She knows what she's doing -- this isn't the first handjob she's ever given, but she acts for all the world like it's the most important one she's ever done. She looks me in the eye and smiles. I smile back. She continues to masturbate me. Before too much longer I can't hold it any longer, and gurgle "I'm gonna cum...". She continues to silently stroke me as I shoot my load all over the place. Tanya continues to stroke my dick, slightly more gently now, but just as deliberately. I shoot cum over her hand and on my stomach and chest, until my balls have fully and completely emptied themselves. She continues, gently, until I stop shuddering. She gives me a really sweet smile, stands up, and asks if I have an extra cigarette. I hand her one and try to give her a few bucks that are lying in the dashboard tray, all the while trying to maintain my composure. "You don't need to do that", she says. "A cigarette will do fine." I give her a cigarette and a light, and she turns and slowly strollls away. I say good night -- mostly to myself -- and drive off, wiping up spooge as I go. I drive through Tanya's neighborhood about once every couple of weeks now. Sometimes she's there, sometimes she isn't. She's never gotten in the car or made any attempt to, and has never taken (or asked for) any money -- a single cigarette is all she's ever accepted. Neither of us says very much -- it's almost like talking would somehow ruin whatever's going on here. If she's there, sometimes she just reaches in and touches me gently. Sometimes she slowly and deliberately masturbates me to climax, in a firm but relaxed sort of way. Either way, I always offer her a cigarette, which she always accepts before she walks off into the night. To this day, I don't know who she is, where she lives, or what she does at that corner at 2:00 in the morning. I don't want to. I don't want to ruin a good thing. Has anything like this ever happened to anyone else?

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