You accept... on one condition!

“Fine… I’ll do it, but you must promise to use this.” You say, before producing the condom from your purse. “It’s a condom...” you add, realizing he can’t see what you’re holding.

Once again you’re left with the sounds of contemplation as the man considers the situation. His hand tightens on your thigh and you can feel his fingers come dangerously close to your groin. You bear it for now, not wanting to push your luck.

“… That works. Now, why don’t you go ahead and get out of whatever you got on.”

You can almost hear him smiling ear to ear as he starts shuffling about, surely undressing himself. Fortunately, the men outside have gotten quite rowdy and are unlikely to hear either of you undressing. Although, now you question just how much noise the two of you will be making…

“I don’t hear any clothes being removed over there.” he speaks up again.

With the question of “How did I get into this…” reeling through your mind yet again, you start undressing.

The space of his little hideout is large enough that you don’t have to contort too much to get your pants off. That same knot continued to tighten as you slid them off, unsure if it was anxiety or excitement. You expected a bit of a chill as you disrobed, but the summer-night air was quite nice. Still, goosebumps spread across your skin as you shed each article of protection. Your shoes, your shirt, your pants…

"Don’t forget your underwear. Everything off.”

Shit. You let out as loud of an exasperated sigh as you feel is safe and continue undressing. You unclasp your bra, toss aside your socks, and, after having built up the courage, finally slip your panties off your legs, depositing them with the rest of your clothes.

“Are you… naked yet?” The voice comes again.

“Have you put the condom on yet...?” You snap back.

“Why don’t you come and find out?” he asks, the smugness palpable.