Time to Exit

Both you and Eric enjoyed your time together, but you two have to part ways eventually. You grab some tissues to wipe off the remaining evidence of your intimate encounter.

“Hey, let me help you with your dress,” Eric offers, fully recovered.

You smile at the man who just fucked you raw.

“Thanks, Eric. Though,” you gesture at your tits he played like a maniac with just moments ago, “I think you’ve already helped me out enough,” you joke and stick your tongue out.

At that moment, you two chuckle with each other.

“Ah, you’re right. Maybe I’ve done enough,” he points at your crotch with a cheeky smile. “Still, I have to say that this is something I usually don’t expect to happen...”

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...

For some reason, you feel like the momentum of this whole situation has shifted. Awkward silence looms all over both of you. Right, what did you think would happen afterward? You didn’t think this through in your lust-driven state, so the only thing on your mind right now is to escape.

“You know, Eric, it’s been nice and all but I think I’ll better get going. Who knows....”

“Wait! Uhm, I mean… You know...” he stammers and fidgets around with his fingers.

Wow. For a guy who was like a wild animal just now, he can’t even get the words out of his mouth. He weirds you out more than anything right now. This is definitely the time to go. You wonder if his social awkwardness is the reason why he couldn’t get laid before. Shame. He does have an amazing body, too bad he doesn’t know how to use it to get some pussy. You fix your dress, put everything back where it belongs, and leave the stall without giving Eric another glance.

Just as you got out of the restroom, you feel a firm grip on your arm. He can’t be serious, you roll your eyes. The gentleman doesn’t want to let you go. Awesome. You turn around and glare at him with your arms crossed. He better has a good explanation of why he keeps on bothering you.

He plants his foot firmly on the ground. He means business this time and faces you head-on. “You know that this whole situation is really overwhelming for me, okay?”

“Overwhelming? How so? You’ve never fucked in public before?”

“Well, no,” he shakes his head. “Neither do girls just literally throw themselves at me out of the blue.”

“I guess there’s always a first for everything,” you shrug your shoulders.

“Haha, funny. Do I at least get a name or do you want me to remember you as the ‘Slut in Central Park’”

He looks so satisfied. So confident and full of himself that he got you with his petty remark. How cute.

“Yeah, I threw myself at you, big deal. What girl wouldn’t? You do have a banging body after all.”

You see his eyes widen at that compliment. That confirms pretty much your image of him. He has what it takes to fuck any girl he wants but his self-esteem and confidence are just abysmal. You eye him further up and down and a wicked smile creeps on your face. What if someone else is behind the steering wheels of his body. Someone who has no problem with showing off. Someone like you.

It will benefit you a lot more to keep him close than to flat out leave him behind. He seems to be easy enough to fuck with and if anything, he will definitely make a nice skin for you to wear.

“Anyways, my name’s Zoe but I don’t mind if you called me ‘Zoe the Slut From Central Park’. I mean it is kinda true.”

Your joke seems to land as he starts to loosen up.

“Oh, okay. Zoe huh. Well, my name’s Eric Jackson and it’s so nice...”

He looks so much like a man on the outside but he is still a boy on the inside. Friendly and naive to a fault. You kinda feel bad for what you plan to do with him. He is far too innocent for this world.

“Listen, Eric. I mean no offense to you or anything and I think that you’re really cute and all, but I really need to go now. It’s getting late and I want to be home before it gets too dark. I don’t have a car and you know how terrible these streets are for a little slut like me”

“I see and I understand. You know, I have a car parked just nearby and I could...”

“Oh no, I can’t. That’s an awfully nice offer of yours, but we just met and fucked. You understand what I mean by that, right?”

“For sure, for sure, but I insist on that. It would be much safer than the alternative. Tell you what, I’ll give you my phone and set 911 on speed dial as a sign of good faith. How about that?”

“If you insist that much, how can I refuse then? My stuff is still at the other spot. Would you like to walk a poor and defenseless girl back to grab her stuff?”

He brims with excitement as he hears you accept his offer. You bet if you turn your back on him, he would fistbump the sky.

Is this the beginning of a wonderful friendship (or more)?