At 30-something years old I had always been in a closed relationship: a series of short-lived relationships that had not allowed me to fulfill certain fantasies that had occasionally crossed my mind. But months had passed since the story with Raúl had ended and by then I had overcome the mourning. I worked as an administrative assistant in a small company about 30km from home, and on my way to work, every day, I passed by the outskirts of an industrial park that I knew had a cruising area, and every time I passed by, my heart raced, although I had never gathered enough courage to try what gave me so much thrill. Almost by chance, I had been presented with a much better job opportunity, so I had been preparing my farewell for a few weeks and that Friday was my last day, so my colleagues had organized a farewell dinner. The dinner was joyful and sad at the same time, with gifts and good wishes and also some alcohol. And I knew I wouldn't be passing by there much more, so gathering my courage I decided that it was time: the first time I was going to go cruising in my life. Years have passed since this, but I still remember the nerves, the excitement, and a series of ideas that crossed my mind at the same time. Without thinking too much about it, probably helped by one or two more drinks, on the way back home after dinner, I headed towards that secluded spot in an unknown industrial park. It was a cold winter night and it was freezing, so the heating was almost at maximum. Once parked near one of the many warehouses that populate it, I remained inside the car, afraid, inhibited, not knowing what to do, not knowing if that was the exact spot, as there was hardly any movement, just an occasional car coming and going very punctually that could belong to the night shift workers. "It has to be here," I repeated to myself. So I waited, fearful... I waited and waited until I had almost lost track of time. "How does this work? How do I approach someone?" I didn't know how, but what I was clear about is that that night I was going to go home having fulfilled one of my fantasies: having sex with strangers.

Minutes after parking, a man who appeared out of nowhere approached the passenger seat window and gestured for me to roll it down.

- Hello, how are you?

- Good, good, here... Hehehe -I said, still feeling some slight effects from the alcohol of the dinner, although they were beginning to wear off.

The nervous laughter must have amused him and he undoubtedly realized that I was a newbie in those kinds of places. Probably that pushed him not to speak any more words, get in the car, close the door quickly, and utter a brief "I'm in a hurry," as he unzipped and pulled out his half-hard cock. My mouth watered at the sight of that member eager to be squeezed. He was a man in his 50s, sturdy, big, not excessively handsome but with a lot of thrill, which increased when I noticed he had a ring on his ring finger. Without saying an...