Again, when I was fifteen and a senior, I walked to high school in the wee hours of the morning. We had a very large school population. My graduating class had 1,100 students and yes, this was a suburban high school. So, we had split shifts. The seniors went to school in the morning, until 11:30am, then the sophomores and juniors went from 12:30pm on.
So, one morning, as I’m walking to school, a car pulls up next to me and the guy behind the wheel rolls down his passenger side window.
“Can you mumble, mumble?”
I walked over closer to the car so I can hear him better. I was raised to be polite to strangers in need.
“Can you tell me how to get to the Plaza?”
“Sure.” Big smile on my face. I told you I was raised to be polite to strangers. “Go to the end of this street and turn left.”
He had a big smile, too. His mom must have raised him right, also.
“Follow that road and it will be on your right. Can’t miss it.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“Oh, no thank-you,” I said, stepping away from his car.
“OK. If you’re sure?”
“Yes, thanks, anyway.” OK, you can leave now. I moved back onto the sidewalk.
“Well, all right. Thanks for your help.”
It wasn’t until he pulled away that I realized he had his dick out of his pants and he was jacking off the whole time I was giving him directions.