Brad

Though her vision is slowly returning, Melissa is nowhere near able to tell who is in front of her at first. Not that it matters, as she clamps her legs shut, all thoughts of cumming gone in an instant… what was she doing?! Actually masturbating on the side of a public road?! Oh god… and the person talking to her saw it all most likely.

“W…who are you..? Sorry, I… can’t see” Melissa sheepishly replies.

“Can’t… see? Oh did you just come from the optometrist? Funny, I was heading there myself, it’s me, Brad, from the dentist? Oh, and I have to say Melissa… I’m enjoying this new outfit for you.” He says with a chuckle.

“Do you need any help, by the way? I see you don't have a cane,” Brad continues.

For a moment, Melissa was thinking he meant help with having an orgasm, and nearly said no, before realizing this was maybe her way home.

“I… don’t suppose you could give me a ride home… could you?” she asks hopefully.