Handjob For Short Ride

About 20 years ago I had just moved to a new city, and while getting gas one evening a woman asked me for a ride to some kind of club a few miles away. She wasn't very good looking, indeed she looked and acted a little weird, she was thin with oddly colored hair and long nails. This was in the upper midwest so it was also pretty cold, which presumably was why she didn't just walk.

I was a little leery about this so I asked her briefly more about this, and she said she was meeting friends and needed to get there, and would really appreciate my help and wanted to help me out by washing my windows while I paid for the gas. I let her do that, then asked her if she could do anything else for me if I gave her a ride. She sounded eager and asked what she could give me, so I asked her to get in, and once we closed the door I said I'm sorry to be so bold, but I haven't gotten a handjob for a while. She immediately said she could do that so I drove off and tried to find a side street that wasn't too busy. In the meantime she chatted with me like we were just friends catching up and told me all kinds of things about her friends and her life which I've not completely forgotten, and didn't care at all about because my mind was on not getting seen and caught. Well, in a few minutes I pulled into a small parking lot behind what looked like an abandoned building, which I figured probably didn't have cameras so this was as safe as it was going to get. I asked if this was ok and she said it was fine, so I unzipped and pulled out my cock, which was already quite hard in anticipation of her touch. She looked straight at it, then grabbed it hard and started yanking me. I told her to go a little gentler so she did, but her grip was still surprisingly firm given the thinness of her fingers and arms. She didn't say anything at all to me this whole time and mostly just stared at my face, which was a little unnerving except that she apparently meant business and was determined to get me off, and in a few minutes I started erupting very strongly, spewing hot semen all over her hand and my pants. She kept up her pace for a minute until I told her to slow down. She then asked if I had a towel but I told her to just wipe her hand on the drier parts of my pants and shirt, which I would need to wash anyway, so she did. I thanked her and then started up the car again, driving her to her venue just another mile away. BTW this whole time I kept a close eye and feel for my wallet and the rest of the car, making sure this wasn't a roundabout way to rob me, but she didn't make any moves like that. On the way she just started up talking about her life again like nothing had happened, and thanked me when we arrived. I drove back home and never saw her again.