Nope!

"I can't..." you say, a little unsure of yourself.

"Why not?" the man asks, a little dejected.

"I, uhh," you try to come up with an excuse. "I told my parents that I'd be home before long."

"You can't stick around for one more time?" He smiles, but with a sad look in his eyes.

It's tempting... but you really can't risk it. "I really can't. I need to get home." You turn to leave, but he grabs your arm with his hand.

"At least take this," he says, holding up the bag containing the dildo. "You've earned it."

It couldn't hurt, could it? You did wish you could stay and keep getting filled with fake cum, but the canisters were just too dangerous. He had a whole bottle of the stuff though, didn't he? That would be safe.

"Alright," you say, brightening and grabbing the bag, "thanks!"

"Hope you have fun!" he says, winking at you. You could hardly contain your glee.

You thank him one more time before heading back the way you originally came, your new bounty in hand.

When you get outside the mall, you make a beeline for Alex's car. You open the door and quickly hop inside.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, obviously thinking you only just got done with the mall cop.

"I'm great!" you say enthusiastically. "Look what I got!" You hold the bag open, letting him peer inside at the dildo. "It even squirts out fake cum!"

Alex looks worried. "You didn't... steal it did you?"

You shake your head. "No, no..." you start. You tell him the story of the generous stranger -- leaving out the parts about your pussy hanging out, possibly making eye contact with a passer-by as you came, and getting seen naked by a stranger in the changing room.

"You just followed him?" he asks. "What if he had...?" he lets the question hang in the air.

"It's not like that, he was nice," you defend the man, feeling obligated to since he had not only given you the best orgasms of your life, but also gifted you the very thing that made such an orgasm possible. "Either way, I'm fine. We should get back to your house so we can have some more... fun" you put enough emphasis on the word 'fun' to make sure he gets the idea.

"No need to tell me twice!" he says, quickly pulling on his seatbelt and starting the car. Soon enough, you're back on the road.

On your ride back to Alex's house, you can't help but think about how good your last orgasm felt. As you go, you keep peeking into the bag. Could you really wait until you got back to the house? Should you ask Alex to pull over?

Without knowing how it got there, your hand is down at the crotch of your shorts, rubbing it gently. It feels good, but not good enough. You push the crotch of your shorts aside again, rubbing your pussy directly. Better, but still not enough.

You briefly look out the window to make sure there aren't any cars passing by. Once you're satisfied that no one is coming, you unbutton your shorts and start pulling them down.

Alex does a double take. "Wh- what are you doing?" he asks, trying to simultaneously watch you and pay attention to the road.

"I just really need to--" you say not finishing your sentence. You push your shorts down to your ankles and spread your legs wide. You start rubbing your pussy again, groaning softly and rolling your head back while closing your eyes.

"Should I pull ov-" Alex tries to ask, but you cut him off.

"No, keep driving," is all you say, continuing to rub your pussy. You feel yourself getting wetter, but again it's not quite enough. You look down at the bag. You peek inside and see the dildo... but no bottle of fake cum. Shocked, you open the bag wider, pulling things out of it. You have the dildo, the wipes, and three canisters. No safe bottle of fake cum.