Back Out

"I'm sorry," Emma said, looking out the car window to avoid seeing Mike's penis, "This is just all too much for me."

Mike put himself away and slowly backed out of the service road to the main street. "I understand. You can't blame a guy for trying though, right?"

Emma shyly nodded her agreement.

The rest of the ride into town was silent. Mike pulled up to the curb in front of a small antique store and turned to Emma. "Keep my card and give me a call sometime. For business or pleasure."

The word business made Emma blush. She nodded again and thanked Mike for the ride, then exited the car.