Time To Quit

Emma pushed Ian back and said, "I think that's enough for one day."

Ian caught sight of the old man, smiled at him, then Emma. "Yeah sure, my lips hurt anyway."

"Mine too." Emma said as she started getting up. The old man had turned away and was leading the small dog back to the parking lot.

Ian shifted his hard on in his pants, getting it so he could walk comfortably, then they headed back to the car, a ways behind the dog walker.

At their car, Ian remarked that he had to use the facilities. There was a small bathroom at the end of the parking lot. Emma stood outside the car and watched Ian go.
Once he had disappeared into the bathroom, movement caught Emma's eye.

Several parking spots down, the dirty old man was sitting in his driver's seat, waving Emma over. Giving the creep a free show was one thing, exciting as it was, but she didn't know about talking to the man.

Emma looked around, seeing she was alone with the parked cars and old man. With Ian in the bathroom at the far end of the paved parking lot, she made up her mind.