I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, unable to remember my name once I saw his face; he was handsome, with a chiseled jaw, bulging biceps and a smile that could turn any straight man gay and any gay woman straight. He looked me up and down, giving me a nod of approval, turned the car on and started driving without uttering one word. As he focused on the road, his hand slid over to my upper thigh and started caressing it. My upper lip started to glisten, unable to decipher whether or not I was excited...