Another time, I was maybe 14, hitch-hiking home, and got picked up by an attractive middle-aged man in a fancy car. I was commenting on the interior, everything was shiny and perfect, and the smell of leather was mesmerizing. We got to my road, and instead of dropping me off, he pulled over and was talking softly and smoothly to me, letting me run my hands along the leather dashboard and feeling the controls. He had me slide over next to him so I could reach the steering wheel and play with the switches and buttons. I didn’t realize it, but he somehow had his right leg under my leg and I was sitting on his hip. He kept talking to me keeping me distracted, while his stiff cock was sticking out rubbing against my leg. He very gently took my left hand and put it on his cock, saying to feel it like it was part of the car. I began touching it and liked the way it felt, smooth in my hand, and hard as a rock. I swear I kind of blanked out what happened next, but he started kissing me, and had his hand on my now stiff cock. I only remember being out of his car, and walking home.