Last weekend, I stopped at a local Ford dealership to look at their line of 2019 Ford 150's. I am nearing the end of a car lease and wanted to explore my options before getting another vehicle.
As I walked into the showroom, I was approached by John, a 27-year-old good-looking salesman. He had a pleasant smile and greeted me with a firm handshake as he looked me right in the eye.
He was about 5'10, 34 w, average build, clean shaven. His smile was infectious, and I was immediately attracted to his good looks.
After telling him I was interested in the F-150's, we looked at the fully loaded model on the sales floor. I jumped into the driver's side as he got into the passenger side. With the doors shut, he reviewed all the unique features of this year's model.
We then walked over to his desk to view various trim levels and pricing. For the record, I always spend many hours reviewing an item before I make a purchase, and this was no exception.
This visit was going to confirm my intentions or move me to another vehicle. I never visit a dealership without first doing some independent research.
At his desk, we chatted about ourselves a bit, which is typical of sales guys. I learned he lived in an apartment in an adjacent town. He was living with a roommate from high school, which meant he was single.
I always like to ask questions about guys I find attractive without letting them know I am prying. Most people love to open up about themselves, especially if they want to make a sale.
After narrowing down the trim level I was interested in a test drive. As he grabbed a set of keys, he asked me to wait in the showroom as he was about to walk across the lot to grab a vehicle.
I said, "John, that is not necessary, I'll walk with you to get the truck." This was a huge dealership and we walked at least the length of a football field.
As we searched the lot, he said, "customers usually wait in the showroom as a convenience to them." I replied, "I prefer to walk with you as we can chat along the way. It is more efficient." He laughed and said, "you're right."
Once we found the truck, we walked around the outside as he pointed out some new features. Then we both jumped in with me behind the wheel and John in the passenger seat.
For about 5 minutes, he reviewed all the interior features as the truck idled. The huge center seat console lifted to provide a 3rd seat in the front row which was a great feature. I lifted it up as I asked John to move closer to me. I wanted to see now much room would be on the other side of him.
As he scooted next to me, his feet were resting on a slight center hump and his left knee lightly brushed against mine. All of a sudden, I had strong lustful thoughts as I kept looking at his crotch.
As I left the lot for a test drive, I would glance over at John as we talked. After a few miles on the road, I was in love - with the truck.
The test drive confirmed my intention to buy it today if the price was right. I told John I was ready to make a deal if we could agree on a price. You could see his eyes light up. He said it was the end of the month and the dealership is always looking to close deals.
I responded, "great" and boldly reached over and patted my hand on his thigh. The look on his face was priceless as he was very surprised.
I looked at him and said, "John, not only do I want to get this truck today, it would mean a lot to me if I could take care of you," as I moved my hand closer to his crotch.
I paused and looked him in the eye and further stated, "there is something about you that really turns me on. What are you packing in those pants?"
He was very red faced and I thought, "shit, what did I do?"
I continued, "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable" as I arrived back at the dealership. As we walked into the showroom together, I kept talking and asking some questions about the truck to keep him focused on his job and to not make him feel weird.
