"It's ok," I suggest, "We can still fool around"

“It is ok,” Crystal said, “I have an idea.” She opened a door and led me into a barely lit, dirty hallway that was clearly for crew members and not us. Neither of us knew where we were going, but she led and every so often turned to make sure I was right behind her. The site of her majestic bust in her profile was enough to occupy my thoughts, so I did not question where we were going. As she turned to look at me she would flash me an angelic yet devilish smile. Finally we came to a nook in a corner of the train car that was relatively clean. There was a pile of carpet fragments six or seven inches high and Crystal lay gracefully on top of it. She patted the spot next to her and I lay down beside her. She looked at me deciding whether she would make the first move or wait for me too. She must have decided quickly, since it was only a second before she hooked her finger into the shirt I was wearing and drew herself in for a deep kiss. Her lips press up against mine and she parted my lips with just the right amount of tongue.

Almost as soon as we started kissing, I felt my cock stir. It was reassuring. It was my secret weapon of sorts. I was attractive, but not so attractive that I was sure every woman I slept with would be bragging about it afterwards. But they loved my cock. I’ve been told it’s “big,” “pretty,” “the perfect width,” and “the best I’ve had” from multiple women. And Crystal had never seen it.