I'm taking off my shirt in the car parked at the Madrid cable car, in the Casa de Campo. I'm nervous, it's my first time in Casa de Campo, and the first time a master is taking me to a cruising area.

I try to remember the instructions well. I'm taking off all my clothes in the car, just as I was ordered. Then I put on some sports pants, the kind for running, short ones. Nothing underneath. A t-shirt and sneakers.

I feel uncomfortable, in the parking lot of the cable car there are people, there are families around, even one about 15 meters away with a table and everything, having a picnic. How strange, I thought there would only be old perverts, but here there are people spending the day.

About 100 meters away, I see a guy walking around without a shirt, back and forth. And I recognize him, I recognize his silhouette, it's my master. It seems I've parked at the other end. Finally, I see a line of parked cars, they must be the ones who have come for sex.

I receive a WhatsApp: "I've arrived".

I respond: "Me too, I'm ready"

I receive another WhatsApp: "Follow me"

I get out of the car, grab a small bag that I hang on my back with condoms and lubricant. And I start walking.

I think all the families are looking at me while I cross the parking lot with these short pants and my 18cm cock going from side to side. Although probably no one is paying attention to me, I feel like everyone is looking at me and knows why I'm here. I quicken my pace, until I'm about 10 meters away from my master, then I slow down and adjust my speed to his.

He leaves the parking lot and enters a path, between a few trees, very dry. It's very hot, midday in August, I don't think we'll find many people. You have to be very perverted to be here with this heat.

I'm wrong, soon a guy appears, fat, flabby, with at least 4 folds. He's walking without a shirt, with short pants and a big mustache. Very tanned, I hear him say from a distance:

"Hello, my life"

By the tone of his voice, he seems like a gypsy, although I'm not sure. On top of that, I think I've detected some pubic hair, the guy is horrendous.

My master looks back, smiles at me, I quicken my pace and get closer to him, maybe seeking protection. He gives me a kiss and I hear a kind:

"What's up, how are you?"

I respond that I'm nervous, he smiles and asks why, although he already knows before I tell him, but I tell him because I think he wants to hear it.

"I'm nervous, it's my first time here, and the first time you're taking me out on the street..."

I say it in a whisper, in a very low voice, I don't know why, it's stupid. He mocks me, whispers ironically to tell me to calm down. What a stupid thing, trying to speak discreetly, dressed like this and knowing that in a while I won't be exactly discreet, but rather in a while I might be my master's slut in front of strangers.
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