Hurry Up

"Hurry up," Emma pleaded. The man obeyed and rubbed himself faster. Emma looked on in a trance, intrigued by the amount of fluid seeping from this man's cock. A loud smacking noise filled the air as the man's dick got wet and he continued to stroke.

She didn't want to get caught by Ian, but she wasn't about to leave. Then it happened. The old man grabbed at his pants with his free hand, massaging his balls through his clothing, and thick white globs of cum slowly dripped out of the man's ugly cock. It was like a faucet with no water pressure. It was also a mess. Cum coated the man's entire dick and his zipper. The thick fluid puddled up on his pants and oozed inside his opened fly.

Emma was disgusted and fascinated, and even a bit aroused by the mess. Then the old man smiled at her. "Thanks, sweetie, you made an old man's day today."

Emma answered him with a wide eyed stare. Then she silently turned and walked to the car as fast as she could. She sat there unblinking until Ian came back.

"Sorry, boy problems," Ian said as he entered the vehicle, "You have no idea how hard it is to piss when you're hard."

Emma nodded her agreement. Luckily Ian didn't seem to notice her acting any different. The drive home made Emma relax. She talked with Ian about what they had done and how exciting it was. They made plans to try again sometime. Once home, Emma kissed Ian goodbye, thanked him for such a lovely time, then made her way inside. She really liked Ian, but she couldn't get the vision of that dirty old man cumming out of her head. Worse, she couldn't deny that it had her more than a bit aroused.