Eric, mid 40’s, white male

As you pull open the messenger, you’re greeted by a new message from a man who introduces himself as Eric.

Eric’s profile states that he is 46 years old, divorced and is about 5’10”. Your messenger dings again, alerting you that Eric has unlocked his private photos. It seems like Eric is a bit of an photophile and all of his pics are tastefully done, but mildly obscuring. You can’t get a clear look at his face, but you can see that he has a smooth chest and nice, flat abs without being cut. He has smooth, round buttocks and defined legs that hint at strength when he’s flexed.

“Like what you see?” Eric writes to you.

“Mmm yes indeed. I’d love to see more of you. What are you packing between those legs?” You playfully respond.

“Oh I’m sure it’s something you’ll enjoy.” Eric replies. “Why don’t we meet up and I’ll show you?”

“Sure, but safety is always a priority. I won’t meet up without a clear face pic.” You write, hoping that this won’t scare him off.

The messenger app dings again and you’re greeted with a handsome face with salt and pepper hair. He has a bushy mustache covering his upper lip and a nice five o’clock shadow across his defined jawline. A wry smirk is pasted across his lips. “How’s this?” Eric says.

“Hot damn, you’re very handsome!” You reply, sending along your own face pic.

“And you are one sexy man too! I definitely think we should meet up. Let’s meet someone public first, just in case we don’t hit it off. Then it’s no harm, no foul. Know the new McDonald’s down off sycamore? I’ll be waiting in the parking lot in 20 minutes. Shoot me a message when you get there, if you’re still interested, that is.”

“See you soon ;)” you send back before hastily tossing a loose fitting shirt on and grabbing your keys. You browse his pics one last time, your imagination running wild with what his dick be like. He promises it’s something you’ll like and the thought of the unknown gets your heart to racing.

Almost peeling out of your drive way, you make the short drive to the agreed upon meeting place in no time at all. The lot is empty when you arrive. Wanting to see when Eric will arrive, you back into the farthest corner that grants you best view of anyone entering the lot.

You whip the messenger app back up on your phone, but don’t have any further messages.

Shortly, a couple cars make their way into the lot. There is a small, sporty coupe with metallic green paint that parks on the other side of the lot facing you.

A few seconds later, a minivan with a busted fender and absurdly tinted windows, parks a few spaces towards your right. Low bass thrums out of its slightly cracked window.

Lastly a quad cab pick up settles a few spots to your left. It’s higher up than your car, so you can’t really see inside.

Your messenger app dings with Eric saying “I’m here. Which one are you?”

“I’m the black Honda Civic, which one are you?”