Give him something to remember you...

You look at him, you both shine with the sweat of breeding you had just done. You put on your shirt but leave your bra off, it was quite uncomfortable. And who cares who can see your tits? You look at your soaked borrowed panties and realize that you kind of wants to wear them anymore. A boyish thought enters your mind.

"Here, take it as a memento of your bitch." You say as you hand him the dripping wet panties.

He gives a whistle. " Damn you are wet for dick." He says as he tucks the panties into his jean pocket.

You give him a kiss on the cheek, the smell of his skin is intoxicating, yet skunky of weed.

"Only because you were so fucking studly." You say as you grip his member through his jeans. "Thanks for the fuck."

You both casually walk out of the bathroom together. Friendly as can be. Not quite the outcome you thought as you first ran into him. Not at all. Your pussy still drips with your fluids. A part of you enjoys that, and another is unsure... scared of what that might mean now.

The cashier gives you both a strange look as he watches you both walk by and open the front door of the gas station. The door gives its jingle.