He sounded like the stuff of urban legend…he couldn’t possibly be real. At least that’s what Polly thought—at first. When she saw Mark’s show and his substantial endowments, she became a believer. And when she got a sampling of his public sexual acrobatics one afternoon, she became his number one fan.
Warning: The Matinee (7,000 words) contains anatomical impossibilities, parking lot posturing, and hallway humps.
As I got closer to the car, I noticed that the man was not only shirtless, he was completely naked. And then I realized it was him—Mark, the performer from the show. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Being naked at a sex club is one thing, but masturbating in a mall parking lot seemed like a bit much even for the most hardcore of exhibitionists.
“God, this guy really has no shame,” I thought as I carefully watched him stroke himself again. I tried to look like I was doing something else, so I opened my purse and started fiddling around. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, and I was in shock that he was doing it so publicly during the day. It was so brazen…and hot.
But I was happy he had no shame. As he stroked his long, bulging member, I got more and more aroused by the second. I was wondering if he was going to do the whole autofellatio thing right there in his car, but I heard footsteps walking toward me and I didn’t stay to find out. The last thing I needed was mall security catching me watching Mark, so I bolted away as fast as I could while still imagining what I was missing.
When I got a safe distance from the car, I turned around to see if I could catch a peek at him. I couldn’t see him, but I did notice a woman standing in the exact same spot where I was, riffling through her purse. I could only assume that whatever Mark was doing, she was secretly enjoying it as she pretended to look for her car keys.