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his teeth were, probably because it was the first time that he gave me a genuine smile, not
some sly smirk. ¡°Curiosity got the best of you, huh?¡±
I shrugged my shoulders. ¡°Something like that.¡±
I handed him my number then asked, ¡°So. What do you do to unwind?¡±
¡°You sure you wanna know?¡±
¡°I didn¡¯t chase after you for nothing.¡±
The same smirk from before replaced his face. ¡°I ride and I fuck.¡±
Chapter Five
Wrench
I didn¡¯t want to hang around and give her a chance to take back her number, so I
revved my engine and backed away. I raised my four fingers off the wheel to wave before
turning right to exit the parking lot. Pausing at the stop sign waiting for a couple kids to
cross the road, I looked in my rearview mirror and smirked.
She hadn¡¯t moved, standing with a cute, almost drunk smile on her face, touching her
lips with her fingers. I guessed I hadn¡¯t scared her away by telling her riding and fucking
were my favorite pastimes.
Pulling onto the road, I adjusted my junk in my pants. That entire appointment, as
soon as I walked through her door, my dick was rock hard. Thank god for the ol¡¯
waistband trick. Fuck, was I relieved when I saw she was Buddy¡¯s doctor. I almost didn¡¯t
recognize her in her scrubs instead of that sexy trench coat she had on, but once I saw her
face and those red sexy lips, I knew it was her.
I drove her as wild as she drove me, I could tell. When she was on her knees for
basically no reason, her big blue eyes staring up at me, her soft lips, wet and parted¡ fuck.
I wanted to slide my erection from my waistband, throbbing harder than it ever had for a
woman, and show it to her. Tell her, ¡°This is what you¡¯re doing to me and you need to fix
it.¡±
¡°Fuck,¡± I said out loud, growing agitated as thoughts of the beautiful, meek
veterinarian plagued my brain. On the ride home I tried thinking about digging holes in
the dirt. Why? Because it was the least erotic thing I could think of, and it was all I could
do until I was home, finally able to get off. Normally, if I was forced to skip whacking off
