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Disclaimer: I've never done a car meet before, so some of what I mention might be totally normal, or I might think something is just how it's done when it's not like that at all. Mileage may vary on this one.Thought I'd TOFFT since Abey hasn't been reviewed on here before while also giving a car meet a try. I give Abey a text asking if she's free tomorrow, she says I'm free right now. I'm not doing anything else so I decide hey, why not.
Comms are good on the way, I let her know I'm going to be later than expected due to road works and she's perfectly reasonable about it which is always a good sign. I pull up where we're going to meet, throw off a text to her and there's a tap on the window.
The photos are a bit old but I'd guess it's the same girl, as is oft the case throw on a handful of years and some weight. She's opted for the sensual tracksuit look and by the accent I'd take a guess at Polish or a Rom. She goes to climb in, then stops and asks if I mind if she smokes.
Ah, here we go I thought, I'm going to say I'd prefer not and she's going to pull a mood for all of this. I tell her no dice and she's perfectly fine with it, cigarette out, she hops in and tells me a few spots nearby we can get down to work.
Fantastic, I think to myself. We park up in a spot without a camera on it and she lines up what's on offer. Oral, hands and kissing. No FS. Which is reasonable since it's not like we can reposition particularly well. Friendly attitude and talkative, just get your jeans off, roll your seat back and let me get at that cock of yours.
We're about to dive in when her phone rings.
'Ah, it's just my son. Don't worry, let's keep going, he doesn't speak English', then she answers it and gets her other hand on my dick.
Alright, either one of two things is going on here; either it's Sergei, which honestly I'd be fine with since hell, meeting people in their cars is kind of risky and 'Just listening in to make sure you're not being murdered' is a reasonable enough precaution; or it's actually her son who is apparently too young to know what a blowjob sounds like in which case; fucking hell woman, that's dirty and not in a good way.
So she's half blowing me, half talking to her 'son'/son while I play with her tit and slit. Maybe it was just the risk of the situation but it was a great blow/hand job at least and I came pretty sharpish.
Which, unfortunately, is where the problems begin. I'm laying back, legs like jelly thinking about how fun the next hour of that is going to be when she finishes wiping off her hand and says 'Yeah just drop me off where you picked me up'
Turns out however long it is? It's one orgasm. Funny she didn't mention that before since I would've had the half hour tops on those terms and actually taken my time instead of letting you give me the tyre changer treatment. She gives me a schpiel about it being tiring for both of us when I'm raring to go. She fobs it off as well under 'My English isn't the best' when you think 'Once only' would be top of the list when talking about how things'll go down.
Long and short of it is she says she'll nip back inside for 4-5 minutes to check on her son, then be back out and we can at least get some kissing and other bits done. She climbs out the car and that half a dozen fortune cookies I had for breakfast kick in because I suddenly get this complete precognition that in 4-5 minutes I'm going to get a text with a reason she can't come back down. I should probably have got some scratch cards on the way home because 4 minutes later I get a text, 'sorry, family emergency. Maybe we can kiss next time'
Which there won't be since you basically charged me £80 for 15-20 minutes tops.
No chance.
Honestly at the start this was gearing up to be a great punt, friendly, a bit exciting, somehow made a tracksuit a sexy item. But the 'Sorry, once only' was bad enough that it deserves a trading standards complaint, talk about the wrong kind of getting screwed.
It's really something when you manage to cross one off the bucket list and come out of it disappointed.
