" I was at a bar one night when I met him, an attractive guy who seemed to have a bit of a flirtatious streak. We chatted, and the chemistry between us was immediate. He mentioned he had a girlfriend, but the attraction was strong, and we kept finding reasons to touch each other, our conversations tinged with flirtation.

He invited me to his car to talk. It was late, and the parking lot was empty, I was a little nervous. We started talking, but the mood quickly shifted from casual to charged. He was leaning close, his hand brushing against mine, and it was clear neither of us could ignore the tension.

He answered a call from his girlfriend, chatting casually as I watched him, a mischievous idea forming in my mind. As he talked, I slowly reached over and began to touch him. He tensed for a moment, surprised, but then relaxed into it, his eyes closing as I started stroking him through his pants.

The thrill of the situation was intoxicating, his girlfriend was on the line, completely unaware of what was happening. I could hear bits of their conversation, and the contrast between his mundane talk and what was happening in the car was electrifying.

I unzipped his pants, my heart racing as I began to pleasure him more directly. He struggled to keep his composure, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as I moved my hand up and down. The forbidden nature of it, combined with the fact that he was talking to his girlfriend, made everything feel even more intense.

He tried to focus on his conversation, but it was clear he was struggling. As he came, he had to bite back a groan, his body tensing as he tried to stay casual. The experience was wild and exhilarating, a rush of excitement and pleasure that left me feeling exhilarated.

Afterward, I quickly pulled my hand away, and he ended the call, trying to regain his composure. We shared a look of shared excitement and guilt, knowing that this was something neither of us would forget. I left the car with a mix of satisfaction and intrigue, wondering if our paths would cross again and if the thrill would repeat."