Actions are louder than words

Amy hesitated. I was ready for some kind of snappy comeback or for her brain to engage and catch up while fighting through the sensory over load her body was tormenting her with.

I shifted. I made my cock throb, her eyes were already locked on it, so it shouldn't have been a surprise as it pushed the soft material of the running pants aside and escaped. Nine inches of hard, throbbing cock danced free of its confines and slapped down on her arm, bouncing off her wrist before settling on her skin.

She gasped.

"Holy fuck, I didn't remember it so large," she purred breathlessly. It sounded like a line from a porn, but that was the only thing she processed. I took a small step forward, my knees hitting the side of her car for quietly, my cock sliding over her skin. She shivered.

Her eyes snapped off my invading dick and looked around the parking lot like a startled bird, realizing that anyone could see my cream-colored cock in the yellow security lights of the lot. She seemed to panic, but I couldn't see her expression, just her head moving back and forth as she darted her gaze around us.

And then I felt her arm move. It wasn't long until I felt her hand wrap around the base of my shaft and then slide toward the head.

"Fuck..." Amy purred while her hand stroked. Her thumb and fingers didn't quite meet around the shaft. They never did.

She was slowly working my shaft. Remembering. Rememorizing. Moving like she was in a dream. I was loving the exploration; it was like a virgin playing with her first cock at a glory hole. Tender caresses. Finger tips. The light drag of nails. Then there was more hesitation. And the touch stopped...