So, last night...

instead of flying from Birmingham home to Tallahassee, I ditched the flight and drove home in a caravan of vans with my co-workers. And, it was fun. We scathingly eviscerated all of our fellow workers and bosses. And talked about life, love, and the rest of the important bullshit, like the time that one of our co-workers laced her back fat up into a backless dress and headed to the company Christmas party looking like a chubby white-satin-covered Italian sausage.

James picked me up at my office and took me to the airport to get my car. He parked in short term, and then walked me to my car halfway across the world in long term, and we ended up standing beside my car, kissing, in the twilight, for a long time. And he asked me, “would you have sex here, in this parking lot, inside your car?”

I had to think about it, but really, I probably would have. Sadly, though, I suspect he was asking not out of real intention, but more to see what kind of boundaries I have (very few). And then, after that idea floated through both of our brains, we were both turned on, and ended up standing there kissing in a rather abandoned way, surrounded by parking lot full of cars but as unpopulated as the Sahara. And, in between kisses, I was actually looking around the stretch of parking lot, wondering where I could park my car that would allow us to scrog like abandoned teenagers in the back seat without getting caught by airport security.

Once he’d put the idea in my brain, I totally wanted to, and suddenly realized I totally would. And then he was like, “But I think they have security cameras here.”

And, at that precise moment, I had my hand on his hard cock, touching him through his pants. I flinched back as if ten security officers were watching me fondle him on a grainy black and white television in some darkened room in the bowels of the terminal.

He laughed, kissed me goodbye, and we both drove home.

It kind of galls me that he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’d have done him there, in the backseat of the car.

But I’m still not sure that he’d have let me.