by Miss Anonna
During a quick visit home one summer I found myself in a little poor town and I wasn’t sure where I was. I did know that I had gotten off Interstate 81 onto US 11 and thought I was headed back to the highway. There was no way to know for sure so I decided to consult a map that I had in the glove box. When I came upon a vacant parking lot, I turned in and parked facing the road. Immediately I unbuckled my belt and leaned toward the windshield to get the map and as I fumbled around looking with my hand, I saw an older gentleman sitting on his porch across the street and he seemed to be watching me but I wasn’t sure. I found the map and removed it, sat back in my seat and opened it up into the passenger seat.
Sitting back in my own seat, I lit up a smoke, rolled down the window and blew out my smoke figuring on finding my whereabouts after I relax a minute. I gazed back across the street at the man on his porch and tried to look into his thoughts. He was sturdy and rugged as far as I could see but looked a bit depressed or maybe content. I watched him light up a cigarette and sit up, resting his arms up on his knees as if I had caught his attention and he were trying to figure ME out. I didn’t think too much of it and returned to enjoying my stress free moment, looking about the little town, watching cars pass in front of me and breathing in the fresh, warm, southern air.
I watched the man across the street put the cigarette up to his mouth and look down the street as his other hand fell in front of his crotch and then to my surprise began to move back and forth. For several minutes I watched his actions as they seemed completely nonchalant yet purposeful. Not sure that I was seeing what I thought I was seeing I stuck my head out of the window to get a clearer look and there was no doubt in my mind that he was pulling his cock out of his shorts and tugging on it. He seemed to notice me looking and made his actions more obvious by pulling his shorts back and exposing his testicles. In my head I had thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me but when a car came up the road, I watched him tuck his tool back into his shorts and pretend he was just sitting there and enjoying the day.
I shrugged it off, flipped my smoke out the window and consulted the map until I knew where I was. Smiling and nodding to myself I looked up, out my windshield and again the man across the street was holding himself in his hand and looking my way. I was a good distance away so I would have normally thought that my eyes had indeed deceived me but there was a lot of flesh in his hand that shouldn’t have been there and again I stuck my head out of the window to get a clearer view. A smile came across the man’s face as I focused on his actions and in one quick stroke he was able to pull his shorts back, squeeze his cock and show me the full girth of his manhood which was quite impressive, although not entirely erect. This seemed so ballsy to me that I was in shock; however I still could not absolutely say that his actions were directed at me. I sat back in my seat again and thought about moving on but the curiosity inside of me made my muffin tingle.
I gathered up my map, folded it the best I could and reached under the back of my little summer sweater, unsnapping my bra and and wriggling my arms out of it, then pulling it out from underneath. I reached up my skirt and snatched my panties out from under it in one swift move and set hung them both over my rear view mirror. I watched the old guy across the street to see if he was watching me and he definitely wouldn’t take his eyes off me, although every time a car came p the road he would tuck his tool back into his shorts. I opened the car door and stepped out, closed the door and tugged at the bottom of my miniskirt. Pulling on my little sweater I gathered up my nerve and began my journey across the street. I cold see the old guy’s smile getting larger along with his widening eyes as I got closer and closer to his side of the street. I stepped up on the curb at the other side and began to venture up his little walkway but before I got to the steps his deep, mellow voice struck my ears.
“You lost there little missy?” He said in a seductive, southern draw never moving from his wicker chair up on the porch next to his front door. He smiled like he had something sneaky on his mind but was genuinely inviting. His eyes were little slits and his face was tattered but attractive in a way I had never experienced. He was heavy set but not fat, large but not out of proportion any more than your typical older male. I would say he was probably in his fifties.
“Could you help?” I said with pouty lips. “I’m just not sure how to get back to the highway.” He cut me off at my last word.
“Bring yo map up hea to me and I’ll show you exactly where you need to be, little lady.” His voice boomed with a slight laugh.