Luckymann
12-30-2011, 08:06 AM
Rail
I met Rail at a CB equipment swap-meet. We were both looking at the same piece of gear. It was the last item of its kind there, and I bowed out to let her buy it.
Now Rail was certainly no beauty queen, but she had a great sense of humor. She told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She was indeed skinny as a rail. Though she wasn’t quite as ugly as that mud fence, she certainly wouldn’t win any beauty contests, but I saw no reason to be insulting to a stranger.
She nodded in acknowledgment when I agreed she was quite thin. However, when I told her she was wrong about the ugly part, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. I told her she should pick another handle.
Rail and I spent the rest of the afternoon browsing the offerings at the swap meet. She then accepted my offer to buy dinner. After dinner, she invited me to her apartment for a nightcap. I happily accepted her offer.
Mere seconds after we entered her door, Rail began shedding her clothes as she made our drinks. She never wore a bra. As skinny as she was, she didn’t need one. She had practically no tits, but she did have an impressive pair of nipples. When her nipples were erect, they were over a half inch long and about as thick as AAA batteries. We ended up in bed soon after she handed me a drink.
As I entered her pussy, I found it to be surprisingly snug. She attributed her tight pussy to a severe lack of use. Rail offered to take care of my needs anytime I felt like calling on her.
Rail soon became my late night go-to gal. That’s all she said she wanted to be. She said she knew her body and looks wouldn’t win her any prizes, but she loved to screw. So, once, or twice, a week, if it was getting late, and I found myself without a girl, I could call on Rail.
Rail lived only fifteen minutes from my place. In the time it took me to drive to her apartment, she would take a quick shower, make us drinks, dim the lights, and put on some soft music. When I arrived, I would frequently find her stretched out her bed wearing nothing but her panties. Sometimes she’d be completely naked, legs spread, and ready to fuck.
Usually, as I entered her apartment, Rail would hand me a drink, drop her panties to the floor, and head for her bed. I’d shed my clothes and join her in bed. By the time I took the first sip of my drink, Rail would be sucking deeply on my rapidly inflating cock. When she had me as hard as she wanted, she’d curl up next to me and cuddle. We would hold each other close and cuddle while we talked a bit. Then, when I finished my drink, we would get down to some serious fucking.
What Rail lacked in appearance, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. As I finished my drink, Rail would continue to stroke my cock to keep its full erection. Sometimes, due to having too much to drink that night, I would have difficulty getting it up. Rail knew just what to do. She would drop down and again suck my cock like she desperately needed to be fed my cum. She’d only quit when she had me hard enough to please her hungry pussy.
Rail liked it hard and fast. If I was tired, or humping too slow for her, she was not a bit bashful about taking control. She’d roll me onto my back, squat on my cock, and ride me hard until she came. Sometime during the process, I usually dumped a load of cum in her hungry pussy. If not, she’d finish me off with a hard-sucking blow job.
A short time after we had both cum at least once, I’d give her a pat on the ass, a quick kiss, and be on my way home. Every guy needs a go-to girl, and Rail just fit the bill.
I met Rail at a CB equipment swap-meet. We were both looking at the same piece of gear. It was the last item of its kind there, and I bowed out to let her buy it.
Now Rail was certainly no beauty queen, but she had a great sense of humor. She told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She was indeed skinny as a rail. Though she wasn’t quite as ugly as that mud fence, she certainly wouldn’t win any beauty contests, but I saw no reason to be insulting to a stranger.
She nodded in acknowledgment when I agreed she was quite thin. However, when I told her she was wrong about the ugly part, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. I told her she should pick another handle.
Rail and I spent the rest of the afternoon browsing the offerings at the swap meet. She then accepted my offer to buy dinner. After dinner, she invited me to her apartment for a nightcap. I happily accepted her offer.
Mere seconds after we entered her door, Rail began shedding her clothes as she made our drinks. She never wore a bra. As skinny as she was, she didn’t need one. She had practically no tits, but she did have an impressive pair of nipples. When her nipples were erect, they were over a half inch long and about as thick as AAA batteries. We ended up in bed soon after she handed me a drink.
As I entered her pussy, I found it to be surprisingly snug. She attributed her tight pussy to a severe lack of use. Rail offered to take care of my needs anytime I felt like calling on her.
Rail soon became my late night go-to gal. That’s all she said she wanted to be. She said she knew her body and looks wouldn’t win her any prizes, but she loved to screw. So, once, or twice, a week, if it was getting late, and I found myself without a girl, I could call on Rail.
Rail lived only fifteen minutes from my place. In the time it took me to drive to her apartment, she would take a quick shower, make us drinks, dim the lights, and put on some soft music. When I arrived, I would frequently find her stretched out her bed wearing nothing but her panties. Sometimes she’d be completely naked, legs spread, and ready to fuck.
Usually, as I entered her apartment, Rail would hand me a drink, drop her panties to the floor, and head for her bed. I’d shed my clothes and join her in bed. By the time I took the first sip of my drink, Rail would be sucking deeply on my rapidly inflating cock. When she had me as hard as she wanted, she’d curl up next to me and cuddle. We would hold each other close and cuddle while we talked a bit. Then, when I finished my drink, we would get down to some serious fucking.
What Rail lacked in appearance, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. As I finished my drink, Rail would continue to stroke my cock to keep its full erection. Sometimes, due to having too much to drink that night, I would have difficulty getting it up. Rail knew just what to do. She would drop down and again suck my cock like she desperately needed to be fed my cum. She’d only quit when she had me hard enough to please her hungry pussy.
Rail liked it hard and fast. If I was tired, or humping too slow for her, she was not a bit bashful about taking control. She’d roll me onto my back, squat on my cock, and ride me hard until she came. Sometime during the process, I usually dumped a load of cum in her hungry pussy. If not, she’d finish me off with a hard-sucking blow job.
A short time after we had both cum at least once, I’d give her a pat on the ass, a quick kiss, and be on my way home. Every guy needs a go-to girl, and Rail just fit the bill.