I was 15 years old. I was heading back home from one of my best friend's cousin's house, roughly 40 minutes away in another city. We were drinking there. Once I arrived at my city via bus, and parted ways with my friends, I commenced walking to my house—about 10 minutes away.

As I was walking, I kept thinking how pissed my mom would be since I hadn't answered any of her phone calls. All of my thoughts were put on mute, however, when I heard someone yell at me. I rotated my head to locate the origin of the shriek. A person in a dark green toyota truck then yelled out again. I approached said person.

It was a woman, about 25-35 years old. It was getting dark, so it was difficult to survey her facial features thoroughly. She then asked for directions to a known street in the city. I told her the route to get there. The woman subsequently set off a mini conversation—i.e. a simple q & a.

After talking to her from outside of her car for 5 minutes, she invited me in, commenting on the cold weather. I paused to think about it. Thoughts rushed through my mind: "What if she wants to kill me?" and "Perhaps she's a child abductor!" However, I got a better glimpse of this woman, and she looked attractive. So I went inside her car.

Once inside, this woman looked like she was 35 for sure. Nonetheless, she said she was 22. I didn't believe her, but went along with it anyway. She asked some questions about my day. I told her I had been drinking with my friends. I also told her that I was in a dance team. She requested a preview of my dance moves. I did my best, since I was confined in a small truck. The woman then saw that in one of my moves I used my stomach. The woman then put her hand on my stomach, and remarked about its slenderness.

She then asked if she could see my stomach. I was weirded out, but again, I said yes. The woman began stroking it ever so slightly. With every stroke, she came nearer to my groin. She then got very close. After that, she saw my boner poking up from my jeans. She asked me why I was hard. I replied, "well you're stroking me like that." She then stroke right above my penis and she felt it was hairless.

She impetuously grabbed my dick and began stroking it. I was weirded out, but let her. I felt trapped, but my fear lessened from the pleasure. I slightly pulled down my jeans to give her more room. She commented on the stiffness and girth. Out of no where, she put her mouth on my dick and began sucking it. It was my first BJ ever.

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