While they were waiting at the light, a large truck pulled up beside them on the right. The driver looked down at Kyle, and began to wave frantically. Kyle didn't see him, until he honked his horn. Kyle looked up at him.
"Hey Cindy. It's me, Raul, " said the man. "What's happening?"
Kyle looked at the man; he was a young Hispanic man in his early 20s. He had short black hair, and a clean shaven face. A few tattoos of indiscriminate design adorned his neck and arms. He wore a sleeveless white shirt, and his arms looked fit and toned. He did not recognize the man.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't know you. Please leave me alone, " said Kyle, turning away from his gaze.
But the man was insistent. "Come on Cindy, don't be that way. You know me. I'm Raul! We met at your club, and I took you out for some drinks at the Starlight after work. Then we went to my place, and had some fun. I know you had fun. You must have cum three times. "
Suddenly memories barraged Kyle's brain. He saw himself in bed with the man dripping with sweat, as he caressed every inch of her body. He felt a massive cock thrusting into his tight pussy, over and over, with almost unbearable pleasure, until he final came and was overwhelmed with the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.
Kyle suddenly opened his eyes. With a shock, he saw that his nipples were erect, and his crotch was moist. The man continued to smile. "Yeah you remember. You wanna come back to place. I promise we'll have fun again."
"No, just leave me alone, " Kyle said quietly as, he tried to hide from his gaze. His behavior frightened him. It was disturbing to lose control like that. What was even more disturbing was the small part of him that wanted to say yes, and try to relive that experience with this man.
The man scoffed. "Whatever. You know where to find me, " he said as he drove off.
Beryl had missed the whole exchange, as she was focusing intently on the side streets, looking for the store. "Beryl, move over, I 'm driving, " said Kyle, bringing her mind back from her search for the store to what was happening in the car.
"What are you talking about? And what's that smell?" said Beryl as she sniffed the air. She looked over at Kyle and saw his wet crotch. "Jesus, what happened?"
"Just shut up and move over so I can drive. I want to get out of here, now, " said Kyle, in a cold tone.
"What about the liquor store? " asked Beryl.
"I know where another store is. Now move over, and I'll drive us there, " said Kyle.
Beryl acquiesced to his demands and let him drive. He seemed like the old Kyle again, for which she was very grateful, but something really seemed to be bothering him. She wanted to ask, but she could tell from the look on his face that he didn't want to talk about it. They drove in silence to the outskirts of the city.