Appeal - Sex Stories

Appeal

... and focused on what she hoped would be her largest donation of the day. The car stopped directly in front of her—she had until the traffic lights changed to appeal to the man inside. Toni rapped on the passenger-side window, and when the man lowered it, she was taken aback by his gaze. His eyes were a piercing blue, and when he looked at her, she felt as though he could somehow tell what she’d just been thinking about. “What can I do for you, young lady?” he asked briskly, and for the second time in a few minutes, Toni found a red flush creeping up her neck. The script was short—the appeal worked based on quantity, not quality. Approach a thousand cars quickly, and you’ll take more money than making impassioned speeches to a hundred. For most cars, just a rattle of the collection cup was enough. The red shield on the side held more weight than anything Toni could ever say. But somehow, she knew that this car was different. “We’re raising money,” Toni said demurely, surprised by how shy she suddenly felt. “For, uh…” “For charity?” he asked with a grin, flashing his white teeth, somehow managing to give Toni the giggles with his simple question. He was attractive—far more attractive than she’d realized at first. And that combined with the way she’d been lusting after Mark for the past few hours meant that she was abruptly feeling very giggly indeed. “That’s right,” she said with a blush, and the man nodded. “How much are you after?” “Whatever you can give,” she said, and ...

... jingled the cup once more, wincing at the sound of the coins clashing within. She’d been shaking the cup all week, and it had never bothered her until then, but the noise suddenly felt harsh and unpleasant. “Oh really?” the older man asked with a thin-lipped smile. “Anything I can give?” “Of course,” Toni said, giggling once more. Stupid, she told herself. That wasn’t even a joke. “Why don’t you jump in the car?” he said, and Toni’s brow furrowed. “I’m not supposed to…I mean, I’ve got…the light…” She trailed off, confused. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “Don’t worry about it,” the man said, and in that moment Toni trusted him. She did what he said, and her worries immediately melted away. Glancing over to make sure that Mark didn’t see her getting in the stranger’s car—she didn’t want him to worry…or get jealous!—Toni opened the door and sat on the cool leather seat. They felt great against her exposed legs, and when she noticed the man in the driver’s seat staring at them, she felt herself getting wet once more. The lights changed, and Toni glanced out the windows, worried. “Mark…” she murmured, but before she could finish the thought, was distracted by the feeling of the man’s hand on her leg. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll get you back to your boyfriend soon.” What? Mark wasn’t…but no, that made sense. Mark was sexy and so was she…so Mark must be her boyfriend. That must be why they had sex so much. Yes, Mark was her boyfriend. He had ...