Page 10 of Thrust Me Daddy

But now I think about it, I did notice Trent cast an eye toward my booth. Maybe he noticed Atty’s head poking out from the backpack and got freaked out?

After all, some guys just can’t wrap their head around the whole concept of Littles, stuffies, and everything else that comes with the DDlb lifestyle.

Well, I’m not going to lose too much sleep over it.

If Trent thinks I’m hot but doesn’t like the fact that I’m a card-carrying Little, then he can simply go about his day and not bother me for a single second longer.

‘Hey, Atty, we don’t need that surf doofus, right?’ I say, giggling as I stroke Atty’s colorful fur.

‘Surf doofus?’ the voice behind me asks.

Oh shit. Oh hell no. Please tell me that’s not who I think it is…

‘Trent,’ I say, blushing furiously and trying my best not to look as guilty as sin. ‘I didn’t see you walk up behind me. I,um, did you enjoy your coffee?’

I’m totally blowing this.

With my cheeks on fire and my brain refusing to come up with anything that makes any kind of sense, I feel like I want the world to swallow me up whole.

‘Relax, boy,’ Trent says. ‘The coffee was good. But, listen, I’ve got a question for you.’

‘Okaaay,’ I say, totally not knowing what direction Trent is about to take things in.

‘I live near Los Torros Canyon. You know it?’ Trent asks.

‘Wow. Yeah. I actually live and work there,’ I reply, my heart racing even harder and my eyes scanning Trent up and down his rock-hard surfer’s body.

‘Well, that makes this a whole lot easier,’ Trent says, a knowing smile on his face. ‘Here, take my number. Send me a message when you get back and maybe we could hang out some time?’

‘I…’

‘No pressure,’ Trent replies. ‘I’ve been around the block enough to not worry about rejection. If you don’t want to message, don’t. But… I sure would like it if you did.’

‘No, I definitely will,’ I say, any attempt to act all cool being immediately blown out of the water. ‘I’d like that.’

‘Well, that’s good,’ Trent replies. ‘And by the way, sorry if I seemed a bit abrupt earlier. It’s…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, I’m not looking for quick hookups,’ Trent says. ‘I’ve been there, done that. I’m thinking it might be time for a change.’

‘No, no, I get it,’ I reply, the pair of us sharing a warm smile. ‘I’m the same.’

With that, Trent smiles and walks back to his booth.

I don’t know what just happened – or how – but as I look at Trent’s phone number in my hand, I know that this is one late delivery that might just work out for the best.

And speaking of deliveries, the package at the front of Trent’s jeans looked very special indeed… and I might just spend some time thinking about unwrapping it as I make the drive home tonight.

‘Mmmm, that’s good,’ I say, my mind running wild as I drop the truck down into second gear, then first, and pull into a lay-by.

But it’s not my truck’s surprisingly smooth ride that I’m approving, it’s the feeling of my rock hard cock slapping up against the inside of my thick, pure-white briefs that’s making me purr with delight.

Try as I might, I simply haven’t been able to keep Trent off my mind for the whole journey. In fact, it’s taken pretty much everything I’ve got to not unzip and whip my big, hard cock out while I’m powering along the road.

The truth is, I probably could have done it too. After all, the truck more or less drives itself when it comes to the kind of long, seemingly never-ending freeway that I’ve been on.

But… I guess I’m two much of a Sensible Sally for that. And to be honest, it’s simply not worth the risk. I would never forgive myself if I was indulging in some fun and ended up causing an accident.

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