Not far considering...

I felt my body burn with the contact even as my stomach roiled at his acrid scent. I hadn't felt the warmth of male skin pressed to mine in far too long, so it was no wonder that Joel turned me on a little.

But I didn't want this. My desperation hadn't reached that end. Especially since every waking moment since that night had been filled with that handsome stranger from below the window. I hadn't been able to get him out of my head. I was well acquainted with my body, with self-satisfaction, but my workdays were fractured and all my reports were going to pot. All I could think about, all that came to mind every time I blinked or closed my eyes for a second was me: spread out in the back seat of that car, getting fucked so well I couldn't hold back the screams.

I thought about kneeing Joel in his miniscule woody when I heard the faintest sound from the window.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tiny pebbles, pitched from the alley, struck the glass like a gentle rain. I'd heard that sound before, although not often. For some reason the sound brought a strange sense of calm. Joel didn't hear it. He was too busy whispering obscene things about where he was going to send the pictures and how embarrassed I would be if I didn't give him a blowjob. He tried to **** me down, his hands tightened around my biceps