-Are you feeling okay? Have you drunk too much to drive???- She asked me, but the problem was that she was more, more drunk than me! Effectivelly, I don’t like to drink too much, even if sometimes I like to be a little (nothing but a little) more drunk.

-Don’t worry, Patry, I feel very good!! Take a look at you and the other girls coming back, see you soon!-

So I left the Disco,  a little tired, but also very happy to have met my old friends, and also a little excited:  old time remembering, when we used to go out dancing and having fun, and none of us was married and had any troubles in meet some nice guy and know him.

By the way it was time to go back home to my husband, so I started my car and drove thru the countries, with my head a little light.

Suddendly, my car begins to go slower, I don’t know why, there’s a strange noise and I think that maybe it’s better if I find a place to stop. It’s a country road, and I finally find a little parking on the side, so I stop my car, and as I try to start it on again, the car seems like dead, and don’t want to start again! I’m not a good mechanic!!! What do I have to do, now? It’s three o’clock in the night, my home is far and I’m alone on a road where there is no traffic!!!!

I take my mobile phone, and decide to call my husband Daniele. The phone rings, and rings, but he don’t answer. Finally:

-Hey Amore! What happened??? Where are you???-

-Oh, Dan ! Are you sleeping??? The car is broken! I’m alone and I don’t know what to do!!!-

-Ok, don’t worry! Where are you? I will come to take you and to see what happens to the car!-

-Oh, thanks, Dan!!! I am…. Ops…. Where am I????-

- Brun, Where are you???? Are you drunk, maybe????-

-Oh, no, my dear…. Not too much…. But you know how am I! I never remember the roads and I don’t know how to explain!!!!-

-Ok, try to explain! Where have you been???-

-At “Rincao Gaucho” discopub….-

-Oh, just like as the old times…. You and your old friends….   Ok, never be jealous, it does not work! And then???-

-Then nothing! I was coming home from the disco, but I don’t know where I am now! I’m in a little parking near the road, but I don’t know where. And trust me: it never happened, I only danced, no reasons to be jealous!!!-

-Ok, ok!!! Let me wear something, and I will come to find you, ok? I will call you if I don’t find you, but I need at least 30-40 minutes to come there!-

-Ok, my love, I wait for you!!!-

Everything is a little strange, but the night is clear and not cold, so I remain of my car, waiting for him to come.

I hear a car coming from the direction I was going too, and then I see that car passing by, but then breaking, and driving back to stop nearby the parking. The driver opene his car window:

-Hey, do you need some help?-

- Oh, thanks! My car is broken, I don’t know why. I’m not a good mechanic….- I answer, but after 1 second I think that maybe it’s been not a good idea: a country road, late in the night, a stranger… I am alone… It’s not a good situation!

He get out of his car, coming to me: I can see that he’s a nice man, don’t seems dangerous, wearing a blue shirt and a pair of jeans, and his face is not so new for me, maybe I have seen his before, somewhere.

-Hi, do you want that I take a look to your car? Maybe I can help you.-

-Ok, thanks! My husband is coming to take me soon, but if you can help me, I could call him to tell that I can come back home!-

-Oh, sure, let me try to start your car.-

He try to start my engine, but it does not works, so he open the engine to watch it, and I try to help him with a torch.

-Mmmmm…. I’m not a mechanic too, but there is fuel smell, maybe you have problems with fuel filters or pump. I think you really need a mechanic, I’m not able to help you in this.-

-Oh, ok! Very thanks anyway!!!-

-You welcome! It’s always a pleasure to help a nice woman!-

The guy is nice and his ways are nice too, and my worries disappears.

-Oh, I’m Jim!-

-I’m Brunetta, nice to meet you!-

-You were at Rincao gaucho discopub, is that right? Now I remember to have seen you dancing there.-

-Oh, yes, I was there with some friends of mine, it was the birthday of one of them.-

-I know: a blonde one with turquoise pants and a tight flowered shirt, a dark haired with a purple miniskirt and a yellow jacket on, another dark haired one with small breasts but a very sunny smile wearing black pants and a red little shirt, a little girl with brown hair wearing jeans and a blue shirt, and another girl, with brown long hair, big breasts, tight jeans and shirt and a grey jacket on, with glasses!-

-Wow!!! You are a very fine observer, Jim!!!-

-Thanks! But you were the prettiest one of all the group! And also the sexiest one, expecially about wearing….-

I’m a little in embarassment, but his appreciations let me feel very fine!!

-Oh, well…. I don’t…. well, thanks!!-

-Can I tell you the truth, Brunetta? But I don’t want to hurt you… - He asks

-About what?-

-About stopping my car to help you….-

-Ok….-

-Well, when I saw you there, out of your car, wearing so sexy, at first I thought you were there…. …for work….-

-Oh, what???-

-Yes, I thought you were a prostitute. A very sexy and beautiful prostitute. So I stopped to watch you better. Then I have recognized you as the nice woman I saw in the disco.-

I am  still a lot in  embarrassment,  but now I also feels that something is turning me on, I don’t know why, and how…

I watch Jim’s eyes, perplexed about what to do. He come a little closer to me.

-I don’t want to offend you, believe me! But I saw a very pretty woman wearing very sexy along an empty road…. But now I know you are not a prostitute.-

-No, sure. …..and ok, don’t worry about offending me, I understand…..-

But something in my eyes probably betrays my real state of mind, and Jim come more close to me.

-By the way, Brunetta, you are very pretty and exciting….-

I feel his hands on my hips, and I try to get a walk behind, but there is my car, and I find my self with my back to the car.

-You are pretty and exciting, Brunetta…. And I think you are also a little excited!-

His hands blocks me, and he gets closer to kiss me. I’m confused, but also very excited, and after one second I feel his tongue into my mouth. It takes a very small time to abandon yourself when something really strange is happening! So I start to move my tongue into his mouth too, opening my lips in a very passionate kiss. His hands runs on my hips, tightening me hard, and moving up, looking for my breast, and I feel them insinuating into my dress and into my bra. I’m beginning to go out of my mind! His hands touch my breasts hardly, and I thrust my tongue deeper into Jim’s mouse, feeling his excitation growing up. Now his hands leaves my breasts and goes down, finding my legs, caressing my thights, finding the edge of my stokings and then my naked skin.

-Mmmm…. I love women who wear very sexy- Jim says – I watched your stockings while you were dancing… very exciting… -

His words are driving me mad: he seize the zipper of my dress and pull it down, revealing my body and my “Valerie” fine lingerie.

-You are very sexy, Brunetta! A very sexy and exciting slut!-

He start to kiss my breasts, moving his hands on them, and then caressing again my legs, finding my panties, bearing them a little to feel my wet pussy, caressing her, and finally fingering her.

His lips moves on my body, down, finding my belly, and down again, to my pussy. I feel his tongue stimulate my clit, and go deep, and deeper. I’m wet as never before. He lick me hard and gently, but now it’s my turn, and he knows!

- You are wet, my sweet Brunetta! What about to let my cock feel wet too?- So he invites me to go on my knees, driving my head from the back, and pushing his hard cock into my mouth entirely. His taste is good and I suck his cock  eagerly, while he pulls my head, holding my hair, making me feel like a real slut!

He wants more, so drive me to stand up, I put my hands on the car, he spread my legs, holding my hips from the back, and he finally penetrate me, starting to fuck my pussy gently, but then growing faster, and deeper, and more faster and more deeper!

We are abandoned completely, and we don’t notice, when a car stops close to that place. But we hear footsteps, and we see two guys who are watching, on the other side of the car, and they are starting to stroke their cocks.

I don’t know what to do, but Jim seems he don’t cares, and continues on fucking me hardly. I’m very confused, but to be fucked from the back and watching these cocks is driving me completely out of mind!!!

-Do you want to let them participate, Brunetta?- ask Jim suddenly!

I don’t know what and how to answer, and the only sound I can speak is something like:

-Mmmmmmmm…..!!!-

-Oh, well!!! Come on, guys! This great whore needs more cocks!!!-

I’m out of control, this three guys starts to touch my body everywhere and everyhow, sucking my lips, my brests, kissing me everywhere,  my mouth,  my belly, my pussy, my ass, my legs, and I taste their cocks into my mouth, letting them penetrate me one by one into my wet pussy. Out of mind!!! They use my as a slut, fucking me hardly then gently, then hardly again. I don’t care when I hear the sound of another car stopping nearby, and when I see another man who stop itself a little far, in the dark. He stay there for some minutes, then he start to open his pants, and start to stroke his cock!

“Another one!- I think – oh, well, nevermind! This is how the things are going, so, ok!!!”

Now I’m spread on my car, with who’s fucking my mouth, and one guy who’s penetrating my pussy, and the other one who’s caressing me, while I stroke his cock. I don’t see the forth man’s face, but I see that he’s still stroking himself.

Jim calls him: -Hey man, don’t you want to use this slut too? It’s free only for tonight! She’s nice and pretty and sweet, and very sexy. But she’s also a very insatiable whore!-

-Okay!- says the man.

“Oh my god!”  I recognize that voice!!! And Jim feel my jolt. –Hey Brunetta!! Any problems???-

I take a look at the man… - Jim….. he’s my husband Daniele……-

Jim start to laugh: - Oh, well, Daniele! You came to take your wife back  home, and you find your wife in a very special but not too private party!-

-Yes, but I don’t want to break this party, so let me be part of it!-

I’m embarrassed as best as it’s possible, and try to tell something, but my husband come close to me, pushing his cock into my mouth. I look at his eyes, trying to understand if he is angry with me, but he watch me for a moment, whispering:

-Don’t worry, love. It’s nothing but a game…- and then with louder voice, so the others can hear him:

-What a surprise! I came here looking for a wife, and I have found a dirty slut!- Everybody laughs, except me, too much embarrassed to laugh, but also too excited to stop what I’m doing!!!

All of them fuck me one by one, I have one cock in my mouth and one cock in my pussy, and a lot of hands that tights me and caress me. They use me on my car for a very long time, and finally Jim drive me on my knees again, in front of the car. Someone goes to turns the car light on, and I have four cocks in front of me, with Jim who is caressing my hair:

-C’mon, Brunetta! Suck my cock again, for the last time!- He pull my head and I open my mouth again to receive his cock, while the other two guys and Daniele watching and stroking. So I fix my eyes into Jim’s eyes, letting him fuck my lips and watching his desire goes to the end. He take his cock off from my mouth and I watch his eyes while a hot spray of cum hit my mouth and my face, dripping down on my neck and my body. The other guys explodes watching that, cumming on me again and letting me feel like a dirty, satisfied slut! My husband, as the last one, come in front of me, watch me, and say:

-It’s my turn, slut! Close your eyes!- I close my eyes, he take my hair, I feel his cock on my cheek, and suddenly a new shot of cum hit my face, drenching my hair and my eyes!

I finally stand up, completely drenched, completely satisfied and completely happy, and start laughing. Also the others start laughing, and Jim says:

-Great night Brunetta! Hope we will meet you again in a disco. And, Daniele… Don’t buy her a new car!-

He entered the
train in his casual thug style. Ear buds firmly implanted in the
concaves of his ears, he nodded his head to the heavy bass that
flowed from his black IPOD. He leaned against the pair of doors on
the opposite side of the train, a practice seriously frowned upon by
the CTA but giving me full view of his his urban warrior stance.

His thumb beat in
time to the house music issuing from an IPOD I hoped was stolen from
some yuppie on the corner of Milwaukee and Damen as he scanned the
train with his large brown eyes. My breath shortened as his muscular
left hand holding the ipod caught my eye and the tanned muscles
rippled as he turned the IPOD towards his face to change the song.
Even the words of Anais Nin couldn't distract my thoughts of this
urban Adonis. His muscular hands flashed in my mind, removing the
outer articles of my clothing as his lips whispered dirty needs into
my ear and I felt his breath on my neck.

Realizing my
bundled appearance was a poor representation of the hotness growing
beneath its protection, I pulled the hood from head, along with my
knitted cap and casually unzipped my sleeping bag-like jacket to mid
chest. I loosened the scarf I had meticulously fixed around my upper
torso and attempted to primp my appearance in hopes of looking at
least half as appealing as the makeup ed blond girl sitting to my
right, clutching her latest purchase from Marshall Fields. After my
grand disrobing, I pretended to go back to my book in order to ogle
my train crush over the pages of a book, the title of which I was too
turned on to think about.

Excerpts of fantasy
raced through my mind as I gazed as my urban Adonis. His fictional
hand lifting my bra, guiding my head, pinching bits of flesh and his
lips tracing saliva in various crevices of my flesh. He felt my gaze
and swiftly turned his head my way. A grin crossed his solid face and
he nodded his head in acknowledgment of my heady gaze. My heart
skipped and I nervously transfixed my eyes back to the page, wishing
I had only imagined his acknowledgment to save myself embarrassment.
I slowly raised my head once more to find him still grinning in my
direction.

Feeling more bold
than I typically am, I gave a coy grin, emphasizing the sexual
glimmer in my eye with a soft nod in his direction.

The train doors
opened and the rush freezing air jolted me out of the alternate
universe where a gorgeous tan-skinned thug wished to caress the body
of a bookish girl sexually aching to live the life of Anais Nin.

“This is Halsted.”
announced the computer-like manly voice of the train announcement.
“Doors open on the left at Halsted.”

Realizing the train
had arrived at my stop while I had been deep in fantasy, I jumped up,
closing my book and rushed off the train and onto the frigid platform
which was oddly uninhabited despite it being the middle of the day. I
heard footsteps behind me as I made for the elevator to re-dress (put
on, lace up, etc. look up) my winter wear and as I reached the
threshold, I realized it was my gorgeous thug joining me in the
elevator. I lost my breath and braced myself against the silver
railing of the elevator as his sexy grin returned and he slyly pushed
the stop button once the doors has shut. I had expected an alarm to
sound alerting the cta workers of the stopped elevator but he must've
known what he was doing for no alarm sounded and there was no cta
worker in sight once the elevator was caught between the two floors.

He said nothing as
he approached me, his hands outstretched to place his hands on the
bulge of my breasts. Through the padded jacket, I felt the
electricity of his touch. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me
as deeply as I had imagined. I equaled his pushes as I grasped his
hips and pulled his pelvis towards mine, lifting my lower rear onto
the silver railing and opening my legs while he unzipped the zipper
to my long jacket and roughly grabbed the underside of my thighs,
lifting my knees to his shoulders and pushing himself between my
legs.

We stayed wrapped
in this erotic position, rubbing our encased sensitive areas against
one another, our breath exiting in soft white spurts against the cold
air accompanied by moans of wanting pleasure.

His lips traced the
muscles in my neck and were quickly followed by his teeth, tasting my
flesh as his hands lifted my bra and roughly kneaded them once they
bounced out of their encasing.

“We have to
hurry.” he breathed in a raspy en passioned voice.

“Yeah,” was all
I could swiftly come up with, not wanting to waste the time with
words.

He undid the top
button of my jeans and lowered the zipper as I did the same to him.
He pulled off my pants and pushed my naked ass back onto the railing,
lifting my legs and offering his exposed cock perfect admittance to
my wet pussy. Without hesitation and before I could get a good look
at it, he guided the hard tip of his dick to the entrance of my cunt
and eased it inside, lifting my knees higher. The next second, he
pushed his hardness deeper with a grateful groan. I could barely
catch my breath in the dryness of the winter air and greatly enjoyed
the freezing suffocation in juxtaposition to my wet heated longing
being fed in rhythmic pace.

I came quicker than
I had cum in months, the muscles of my cunt hugging his large
erection and erupting as his pace quickened. He pulled himself out of
me when I was done and pulled me off the railing. His hands grasped
my hips and he turned me around, placing his left hand on the back of
my neck, wordlessly instructing me to bend over. I placed my hands on
the cold glass, bracing myself for his entrance which was as rough as
I had hoped it would be. Without warning, he dove his entire erection
into my dripping cunt, leveraging himself with the hand that
constrained my upper back. The pull his cock had on my drying pussy
made his cock rub roughly against my enlarged clit. His right hand
pulled back and he smacked the right side of my pale ass, leaving a
mark that grew pinker with the few smacks that followed. Knowing I
had already cum, his intention was purely for his own subsequent
explosion as he quickened the pace of his pounding, moving his hands
from behind my neck to hold my hips in place. I looked over my
shoulder to enjoy the ecstatic contortion of his features while he
watched his cock go in and out of my wet hole.

He let out a long
grunt as his juice spurted into my pussy and I let out a moan myself,
feeling my experience complete with his cum fresh in my cunt.

We both quickly
pulled up our jeans and fixed out clothing as our passion subsided
into the satisfaction a good fucking can give. He pushed the button
to the first floor and I smoothed my hair with my hands. I took a
deep breath, enjoying the release of tension that follows getting
off.

“Thanks,” he
said in a deep voice as the elevator doors opened

“Yeah,” I said
“You too.” as I took my first step off the elevator.

I looked back and
waved while the elevator doors shut and he replaced the ear buds to
his ears.

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It wasn’t even daylight yet. He arrived at his job at 4:30 a.m. She walked from the bus to The Company, crossing city streets, into the industrial end of town. She doubted she was going to be able to go through with what she’d imagined all night long. She’d barely slept a wink, thinking of how badly she wanted to capture his imagination, how she wanted to use those black panties to turn him on so much he would obsess about her all day long.

Sure enough, she found him there in the yard, sorting clutter from recycling bins into manageable piles. Gary, the driver of the forklift paused what he was doing to turn and say hello as she approached. He was always so polite, so sweet to her. He already had a streak of black grease across the back of his right hand. One of the things she was drawn to about him was that he worked so damned hard.

She took the renegade panties out of her pocket and placed them next to his hand on his knee. "Here," she said abruptly.

He took them, surprised. He glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. They were simple black satin panties. Somehow he had lived all his life and no woman had ever walked up to him and tossed her panties at him in a parking lot before. He gave her a look.

He called her 'Trouble' for a reason.

She had never presented him with panties before. This was an alluring twist.

A black flatbed tractor trailer pulled into the lot. "He needs me to load him. Hang on, okay?" He put the forklift into gear and put her panties into his coverall pocket.

"Wait!" she called over the sound of the motor. "Give those back. I might need them later."

"Does this mean you’re not wearing any?" He asked.

"That's exactly what it means."

"You are Trouble." He grinned slyly.

She snatched the panties back and slid them into her own pocket. She turned on her heel and walked away. Her heels clicked on the pavement and she knew he was watching her. She ducked into the shadows against the back of the lot, the walls covered with graffiti, where he went sometimes to smoke pot.

The sun was starting to rise. The pink of the sky was streaking off into blues and translucent grey patches. She stood behind a huge scrap container, surrounded by smaller, waist high bins full of sorted metals, and waited.

It took awhile for him to load the flatbed. The semi driver got out and started tightening straps against the crates on his load. The forklift turned and Gary came back against the wall to find her.

"What the hell’re you up to? I know you have something in mind."

"I always have something in mind," she assured him with a quick smile. "But this time you can tell what it is."

He got off the lift and took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. She pressed up against him. She loved the smell of his hard labor caught in the folds of the denim. His hands slid down her body and her hands crept inside his clothes. Under her jumper, he discovered that the stockings she wore were held up by suspenders, and he grabbed her bare ass. He kissed her neck and started to lift her to hold her against him.

"Don't pick me up." She protested, pleased nonetheless. She was too heavy, and he’d been complaining earlier in the week. "Your back..." she reminded him.

"I don't give a shit about my back." His hands were all over her, exploring and touching soft skin. "Can we do it right here?" He asked, breathlessly.

"You tell me where." She said, silently daring herself to go through with this crazy idea. "It's getting light though. You sure this is a good idea?"

"You already got me hard. I don't really give a fuck."

They were in the far end of the parking lot. There was a wire mesh fence between them and another warehouse yard. There were shipping containers stacked up higher than their heads, but anyone coming to look for his forklift would find him.

His radio squawked, calling loudly. "Gary and Don! Come to the front office." He ignored the dispatcher and kissed her again, his hands leaving smudges of oil on her pale chin.

Oh yes, he knew better. But there was something about her that made him lose track of being sensible.

He lowered his zipper. She knelt in front of him. She felt gravel dig into her pretty knees. What if she tore her stockings? How could she explain it at work? She pulled him deep inside her mouth. He was absolutely rock hard and she loved it. She was sucking a guy’s cock right there in the parking lot! She couldn’t believe her audacity!

His dick was long, but narrow. She worked it back into her throat. She started breathing through her nose. She inhaled the "bad boy" smell of pot that he carried in his pocket.

"That's not what I had in mind," he protested after a minute or two.

"Where then?" she said, pulling off him, breathless, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

His dick sprang up and hit her in the face. He was so hard, so turned on! She wasn’t used to having this effect on men. She was always taken for granted, the little office gal who would fetch coffee, make copies, or run to the store to save someone else in The Company from taking time away from their more important task. She was always That Girl, the one everyone liked, who wasn’t quite threatening enough to back stab.

"Can you sit there?" He motioned and took her hand. He lifted her up on one of the waist high containers. Again, she struggled against having him lift her, but it wasn't a real slick move for her to hop to a level where he could enter her. He unzipped his coveralls and peeled back a layer of his clothes. Just enough to get to what he wanted. He opened her legs.

She looked around her, a little disoriented. It was totally daylight! This had to absolutely be the fastest it had ever gone from dull grey shadows to a bright, sunshiny morning.

"Well I absolutely have never done this before," she said, timid, but excited.

"Me neither."

"And right here in the company parking lot..."

"I can’t help it. You’re too fucking hot."

She could hardly believe her ears, could hardly believe she was saying the words and going through with her thoughts that was allowing this to take place. What if the semi driver found something wrong with the load and needed him? What if he’d noticed her stepping back into the yard and came to find out what was going on? The thought of her being seen with the forklift driver, all gritty with sweat and motor oil, totally turned her on. The thought of someone seeing her, her bare butt perched against the grit of the metal crate while he fucked her, well it made her crazy to think that she was actually going through with it, doing it right there in the yard.

"I can't wait," Gary whispered, begging. "You have to help me." He was holding her from falling off the container and he couldn't move his hands to steer his rock-hard dick between her thighs. She guided him, then moved her hand back to clutch the side. Somehow, she perched on the tiny edge of the container bracing herself as he slammed his seven inches deep inside of her. His breath was ragged as he sank into her, and she was half aware of the fullness inside her, and half aware that she was going to slip off and land in a big greasy puddle, should she lose her grip. She had to hold it together. She couldn’t go to work if she ended up in the grease! It was all so spontaneous, and so precarious. It made her so fucking wet to know that he just looked at her panties and lost control... Now he had her up on the corner of a great steel container and was ramming her to beat the band. Oh my God. The corner of the metal container dug uncomfortably into her leg, but she didn’t care. It was too fucking wild that he was just doing her, right there, right where anyone walking over to find him could see.

If that happened, everyone in The Company would know by noon. Wasn’t he thinking about what he was doing? This was nuts!

She was torn. The good girl part of her was totally mortified, totally wanted to jump down off the corner of the container, pull herself together and go have coffee with the office girls upstairs. What if someone looked down out of one of the windows to see? Everyone would know it was her, they all could recognize her jumper. One morning, she’d proudly brought it into work to show it off. It was one-of-a-kind. She felt a knot of panic bubble in her stomach. Her wild thoughts added to the thrill.

"I like this," he said. The straggled words got lost somewhere in her hair. His eyes were slightly out of focus, he was lost inside himself inside his head.

He picked up the pace, thrusting intently. She felt the chill of the metal under her ass. She clutched at the edges of the box, hoping she wouldn’t fall off. His eyes closed. The good girl side of her demanded that he hurry.

"I’m gonna come!"

Oh my God, what if somebody heard him? Frantically, she glanced around, certain that he’d been back here too long and certainly his foreman was going to come find him.

The radio receiver on his forklift whistled and squawked. "You there, Gary? Quit fuckin’ ignoring me, Man."

She felt his muscles tighten as he jammed himself in deeper. He grunted and pumped her full of creamy jizz. He had to catch her as she almost lost her balance and tumbled into a pile of used car parts.

Not that it mattered, but she couldn’t cum. Not just then. The whole situation totally thrilled her, beyond her wildest dreams, but she spent the whole time frozen, terrified that someone was going to find her there, being fucked by the forklift driver. Right in the yard. Right there at work! Oh, the girls in The Company would have a complete fit if they found out. She would lose all credibility. "What a whore she is," they would all whisper in their most vindictive voices.

She giggled to think of the looks on their faces.

He backed away from her, his dick still visible, to answer his foreman on the radio. "Yah, I’ll be right there. I was taking a leak."

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. But then what else was he supposed to say? ‘Thank you,’ he mouthed silently, and waved to her as he backed the lift out from their hiding place and chugged across the lot to the office.

 

            It was from a woman who called herself LadyLoveBBW. I didn’t know her real name. Her profile had been one of the first to show up when I’d joined the site. She was an older woman – which turned me on – easing into her late 40’s. In her photo she was a little chubby, but she had a great big rack and nice taste in lingerie, so I thought, what the hell?

 

I sent her a tentative proposition, just for fun. I didn’t think she’d even reply, since I hadn’t uploaded a picture of myself, and my profile really didn’t seem to match what she was looking for. She was attached, engaged to be married, with a couple kids already, and she was doing this on the sly. She wanted to meet someone to share erotic emails, maybe meet a man to develop a short-term – and discreet – relationship.

 

That sort of crap.

 

I just wanted to fuck. And her picture made me horny. In my first email to her, I sent her some dumb story I made up about meeting her at a hotel, with lots of kissing and caressing, candles and wine – everything I could come up with. A big, steaming load of romantic bullshit.

 

Color me surprised when she emailed me back. She continued with my story, writing shit about how she wanted to kneel before me and handle my massive member, swallowing me whole until I was ready to cum, sucking my dick until I couldn’t wait any longer, and then she’d pull me down on top of her hot, naked body and…

 

It went on and on like that. The shit got me so horny I jacked off reading it, came in a flood. After I cleaned up, I emailed her right back with another story, this one spiced up a little more, and not quite so romantic.

 

Next day at noon, boop, she emailed me back with a picture, a chest shot of her in the shower, her titties all soapy and wet. First time I saw her face, too, just in profile. She was smiling over her shoulder at me, soap running down her back and over her big, fat, dimpled ass, using her hands to cup her breasts. She was chunky, yeah, but still…cute.

 

Had to jack off after that, too. I sent her a reply and included another story. I also told her I was jealous of her washcloth.

 

Then I got busy and couldn’t check my mail for a few days. When I finally did, she’d left me not one, not two, but three replies, all with pictures and stories. Her last email asked me to send her a photo of myself.

 

So I broke out my crummy camera phone, snapped a shot of my mug, nothing sexy, just my face, and emailed it to her. Literally ten minutes later, she sent me a reply, saying she was at work and really horny, and asked if I’d like to meet her for ‘lunch’. That’s just how she wrote it, too, with the quotations – ‘lunch’.

 

She gave me a place and a time and said that she’d meet me there.

 

How could I refuse? I gussied myself up a little – threw on some jeans that weren’t full of holes, a clean black t-shirt, some comfortable leather boots and my old biker jacket. I ran my hand through my hair and grabbed my car keys, the drove like a bat out of hell the mile and a half over to Broadway and Fremont, a trendy area of town that was chock-full of upscale bistros and over-priced restaurants. I drove and hunted until I found a parking spot only a block or two from the restaurant, then I locked my car and hoofed it along with the rest of the lunch crowd.

 

The restaurant was pretty nice, only a few months old, and I hadn’t been there. It was a little out of my price range – well, okay, a lot – but you know, you only live once. I was a few minutes early, but opened the door and slipped into the waiting area.

 

I entered to the sound of soft, piped in piano music, hushed conversation and fine silverware tinkling on china plates. The dining room was bright and wide open with lots of big, picture windows, and there was a full bar set up in the back of the restaurant. The piano seemed to loose a beat when I stepped inside. The chatter and clatter hushed, and a lot of perfectly coiffed heads turned my way. Everyone seemed to be wearing expensive, tailored business suits, the only difference between the sexes being that I didn’t see any of the men wearing short power skirts.

 

I stuck out like a bloody turd swirling in a plugged-up crapper. Inconspicuous is my middle name.

 

The hostess gave me a sly once-over. I grinned at her while I ignored the stares and the whispers from the other patrons in the waiting area. “Can I help you?” she asked, and flipped through a reservation book laid out on the polished wooden stand in front of her.

 

She was strikingly attractive, tall and lean with long, straight hair so dark it was almost black. She cocked her head off to one side and leaned arrogantly on the pedestal stand, kept up with her silent appraisal of me. I tried not to notice the way her big tits strained against the buttons of her blouse.

 

She hadn’t had me thrown out yet. I supposed that was something, so I tried to make nice. “Um,” I said. “I was supposed to meet someone for lunch…?”

 

She stared at me some more, until I got uncomfortable. “Was there a name?”

 

Was there? I thought about the email she sent.... “I think…the message I got said something about a private booth…?”

 

That sly smile crept back over her lips. She cocked her head to one side and reappraised me. After a moment, she said, “Follow me.”

 

I did. In a corner behind the bar, was a booth sandwiched behind two gleaming walnut partitions. The table was set for one, sparkling silverware and crystal on a pure white cotton tablecloth. The hostess stood off to one side, her grin fixed in place.

 

She had a dimple at the side of her lips. I hadn’t noticed it before. It was cute. And she looked strangely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it…

 

“Have a seat, sir,” she said, and indicated the booth.

 

 I slid into the booth. The seat was soft brown leather – real leather! – that crinkled under my butt as I settled in. “Um, excuse me,” I asked, “but have we met?”

 

The hostess just smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

 

“That sounded like a line, I know, but…I could swear…”

 

She shook her head again. I liked how her dark hair tumbled around her slim shoulders. “No. Enjoy your meal sir. Your server will bring it right out.”

 

“My what? Hey…” I began as she turned and started to walk away. I looked down at my plate and realized that I was still alone. “Excuse me? I was waiting for someone else to arrive…”

 

“I know.” The hostess glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes twinkled. Her dimple dimpled.

 

With another flip of her hair, she was gone, leaving me alone with my reflection staring back at me out of my empty plate and my head full of questions. I looked around trying to see where she skipped off to. I could see glimpses of the people dining around me, and found that I could catch snatches of conversation from their tables, but I was tucked nicely away in a blind spot.

 

Probably so I wouldn’t interrupt the rich folks’ digestion.

 

While I was twisting in my seat, a slick, bow-tied waiter and a busboy came. The busboy filled my water glass with ice water, and the waiter brought me an appetizer plate. They smiled and backed away without saying a word.

 

What the fuck? I hadn’t ordered anything yet.

 

I stared at the plateful of golden fried onion rings and other assorted little tidbits, and waited until my stomach growled loud enough for the people at the other tables to notice. It was ten minutes after I was supposed to meet my date. I figured that she was either running really late, or she fucking stood me up.

 

Or set me up, I wasn’t sure which yet.

 

Either way, my stomach growled again. So I tried a bite of the onion rings.

 

Mm. Tasty. Another growl ripped from my stomach. It didn’t need to bother. I dug in with a vengeance.

 

For a brief second, I wondered why I hadn’t seen a menu yet. And then my waiter was back, with a busgirl this time. She looked like she was right out of high school; much cuter than the dumpy busboy from before. They whisked away my empty appetizer plate and replaced it with a sizzling sirloin steak with all the trimmings.

 

“Voila.” My waiter stood back while I eyed the huge chunk of meat. “Enjoy. If I can be of further service, please just call.”

 

“Okay, but…” I looked up. They were already gone, just a light scent of the busgirls perfume to let me know they were even there, leaving me alone with my meal.

 

“Well, hell,” I sighed and picked up my fork and a steak knife. I dug in, hoping I’d brought enough money with me to pay for this. I took a bite of the steak. It was so tender; it literally melted in my mouth. “Oh my God…”

 

A friend of mine once said she thought food was better than sex. I don’t know about that, but I chewed happily, thinking that even if I did get stood up, things weren’t all that bad. I cut another bite of steak, tried it with a chunk of sautéed mushroom, and sampled the baked potato. Another contented sigh escaped my lips.

 

And then I almost jumped out of my skin.

 

There was something under the table.

 

“Holy sh—!”

 

I jerked backwards, bumping the table with my knees. Dishes rattled. A pair of hands locked around my thighs, pinning me to the seat.

 

“Shhh.” A whisper, from under the table. “Calm down. It’s me. Just keep eating.”

 

I looked around. Nobody around me seemed to care what was going on. No one came running to see what all the commotion was about.

 

“Jesus, you scared me!” I hissed.

 

I heard a quiet, feminine laugh, and the hands shifted away from my thighs and began gently petting my crotch.

 

“Sorry.”

 

“What are you…” I bent at the waist and tried to raise the tablecloth, but my hands were slapped away.

 

“Don’t do that. You just enjoy your lunch, baby.”

 

She was tugging open my belt, unbuttoning my jeans. When my fly was open, I felt a warm hand reach into my underpants and pull me free. I was uncomfortably hard already, and a yummy sound drifted out from underneath the table.

 

My legs were pushed open wider. They curved around a soft body that squeezed closer to my crotch. Then something warm and soft and moist completely engulfed me. I jerked again as the woman under the table swallowed me. Her lips slowly slid down the shaft of my cock.

 

“Oh shit!”

 

I grabbed the sides of the table hard, and smacked the back of my skull against the wall behind me. I held on for dear life as she began slurping my dick, slowly working her mouth up and down my cock. Her hands shifted again. They circled my waist and slipped into the back of my jeans. She tickled the top of my ass with her fingernails, then shoved her hands down into my underpants and cupped my butt-cheeks.

 

She bobbed her head and squeezed my ass. She was squished, pinned between my thighs, and my cock was long enough that she couldn’t just bob her head up and lift her mouth off my dick. I could hear her gulp for air. Unless she moved – and I didn’t think there was enough room under the table to lift her head that far – she had to keep her mouth clamped around me and breathe through her nose.

 

God, that turned me on. Just the though of her down there, barely able to move…It was heavenly.

 

Little slurping noises drifted up, and I closed my eyes. A strange, random thought filtered through my head – how the hell did she expect me to eat while – whooo! – while she went down on me? There was no way. I couldn’t even pry my hands away from the table. I was as stuck in one place as she was.

 

She worked me nice and slow, pulling me along, bringing me right to the point of release. But every time I’d stiffen up, wanting to let go and cum, she’d back off a little, just enough to keep me going. It was during one of those little mini-orgasms that my waiter decided to see how I was doing.

 

He poked his head around the partition and noticed my full plate of cooling food.

 

“Sir? Is something wrong? How is your meal?”

 

I managed a grin that I hoped didn’t look to weird. “Everything’s – unh! – fine.” Deep breath, squirm in my seat. Another deep breath. “Thanks…hey, uh, wait a minute, ufff! Maybe a doggy bag…”

 

“Very good sir.” His eyebrow shot up and he gave me an odd look, but he nodded and his head disappeared.

 

I heard a chuckle from under the table. The woman under the table was resting her head on my thigh. Her hair tickled. One of her hands was cupping my balls, and her other hand was still buried in my underpants. She alternated between licking the tip of my cock with her wet tongue and then going down hard on me, deep-throating my dick until her lips were pressed against my belly.

 

She kept me like that, running her tongue back and forth along the underside of my shaft, letting the muscles in her neck squeeze me, just moving enough to keep up the friction.

 

I felt the orgasm start in my toes. It built and built until I couldn’t breathe. I squeezed the table, digging my fingers in hard enough to leave marks. My ass started to twitch and I blew my load right down her throat. I was coming so hard I gasped, right when the waiter dropped off my fucking doggy bag. My hand shot to my forehead, covering my eyes while I tried to keep my body from twitching spastically.

 

“Um,” He plopped the Styrofoam container on the table and stared at me. “Can I get you anything else…sir? Dessert, perhaps?”

 

“Um,” twitch. “…no, thanks.” I managed to squeak. “I’m,” twitch. “…good. Just the” twitch. “check. Please.”

 

The waiter blinked at me a couple times, then: “Very good sir. But your meal has already been paid for.”

 

I managed to look up. “What…?”

 

“The lady who ordered your meal already paid for your check.”

 

I felt the wet tongue lazily circle my cock, slowly cleaning me up. A hand gently patted my thigh.

 

“Oh.” I said.

 

“Have a good afternoon, sir.”

 

He backed away again. Warm hands tucked my cock away, slipped it carefully back into my underpants, and then zipped me up. I heard a light jingle as my belt was hooked back into place, and then my crotch got another light pat.

 

“Bye, sweetie.” A whisper from under the table. “Lunch was yummy. Write me soon.”

 

“Oh,” I said again. “Okay.”

 

I grabbed my leather jacket and slid carefully out of the booth. Heads turned again as I stood up, and I felt myself flush. I slipped the jacket on in a pathetic effort to hide my burning cheeks, even though I don’t think anyone realized what had just happened.

 

The hostess winked and gave me her little grin before I walked outside. Right there, I knew that she knew. She leaned on her pedestal, showing me a nice round ass and tiny waist; oozing her sultry, come-hither vibe. She flicked her hair over a slim shoulder, wrapped her arms under her breasts, batted her eyes and waved, wiggling her fingers.

 

I shoved open the door and found myself back on the sidewalk, smack dab in the hustle and bustle of lunch hour traffic. The wind was cold, so I turned up the collar of my jacket and started off towards my car. I’m not sure why, but just as I got to the corner, I glanced back through the picture windows into the restaurant.

 

Crawling out from under my table was the woman from my emails. She was dressed in a dark navy power suit, just like all the other business people there enjoying their lunch. She ran a finger across her lips, patted her hair and smoothed down her skirt. Then she headed for the door, like nothing had happened. She walked away like it was no big deal that she’d just crawled out from under a table, in a restaurant full of staring rich folk.

 

She waved to the hostess, who gave her that patented little sly grin back, and she calmly walked out. That’s when I realized why the hostess had seemed so familiar to me. The two women were spitting images of each other – give or take twenty years or so.

 

Mother and daughter? Must be. Had to be.

 

Did they plan this together? Nice.

 

Very sneaky, I thought, and wondered, what else do they do together?

 

I grinned to myself and watched the lady as she moved off down the sidewalk, heading away from the spot I was standing, her big ass swishing from side to side with each step. I watched until she turned the corner and disappeared. Then I decided it was time to go myself.

 

When I turned to leave, I caught the hostess staring at me through the window.

 

She was laughing, quietly, to herself. A private little laugh, just between me and her. She flashed me the smile. Gave me the dimple. Then she ran her tongue lightly along her lips and blew me a kiss. A warm tingle shot up my spine, gave me goosebumps. The tiny hairs on my arms and neck stood up. The kiss looked and felt like an invitation, like a promise of things to come.

 

This time I waved back.

 

She smiled again and played with her reservation book. I felt her eyes on me, burning into the back of my head as I left for my car. I could hardly wait to get my next email. I was so excited that I didn’t realize I’d forgotten to take the rest of my food until I pulled up into my driveway.

 

Ah, who cares? The meal was free, anyway. I could always make a sandwich while the computer boots up.

 

 

~ Fin. ~

 She walked through the party and every guy she walked past seem to start or whistle or try to make a pass at her. Dj stood in the kitchen staring out into the party until he saw Hannah wading through the group of people. He then walked out to meet her. Embarrassed Hannah walked outside onto the small room sized balcony of the 18th floor apartment. Dj followed her out closing the door and locking it behind him and shuting the curtains on the door so noone could see out the door.

"I feel like suck an idiot I knew I shouldn't have worn this I feel ridiculous." Hannah said.

 " Oh but baby you look so sexy" Dj said

"I wanted to look sexy for you not for everybody to be staring at me." Hannah said

"You do look sexy and just for me too." Dj said walking up to Hannah wrapping his arms around her and kissing her on different places on her neck.

"Mmm that feels good baby but stop not now you have a party full of people."

"They won't miss me I won't be gone too long and somebody wants to see you."  he said grinding his 8in dick in against her ass cheeks.

"Ugh I want to see him too, ok lets go to your room." she said in between soft moans

"No babe I can't wait" Dj said massaging her breasts over her shirt with his left hand and rubbing her pussy lips through her panties. Her moans began to come faster and louder.

Hannah reached her arm behind her and began to rub his hard dick through his pants. He rubbing faster and harder, her pussy getting wetter and wetter soaking her panties. He slid her hand into her panties and began to slide his index and middle fingers in and out of her tight soaking wet pussy while playing with her clit with his ring and pinky fingers. His other hand slid her bra up and began to play with exposed breasts pinching her rock hard nipples.  She unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick wrapping her hand around it and stroking it up and down. The feeling got so overwhelming that his fingers began to slow as he stopped to enjoy it

"no don't stop baby mmm please dont stop" she said biting her bottom lip tryin to contain her moans .

He snapped back to reality and returned his fingers giving his attention back to her pussy. She let out one last loud moan before she rode one of the best orgasms she's ever had as it shook through her. Dj slid his fingers in her mouth and she sucked her juices off of it. Then he slid her panties down and leaned her forward and held her waist before he eased his dick into her dripping wet pussy.  She couldn't help but moan as he began to slowly slide his dick in and out slowly picking up speed. Making her moan louder and louder until she  came all over his dick.

"Mm stick in my ass D." 

 He got on his knees behind her and slid his finger in her pussy getting them wet before sliding them in her ass. He licked her pussy while sliding his fingers in and out of her ass then he ran his tongue up and replaced his fingers wit his tongue getting her ass really wet. He then ran his tongue up her back  sucking on her neck again before  he placed his dick at the entrance of her ass then eased it in real slow causing her to bite her bottom lip harder as half of his dick slid into her ass stopping to let her get use to it, then he continues to move it in farther until the whole length of his cock is inside of her. He slides his dick slowly in and out of her ass before moving it faster and faster making her throw her head back and moan loud. He felt like he was on the edge of exploding.

"I'm about to cum baby."

"Cum in my ass D."

He pushed his dick as deep in her ass as it would go before pumping her ass full of his hot cum. Then pulled out and Hannah turned around and got on her knees and began to suck out any trace of sperm left. She kept sucking until his cock return back to full length and hard as a brick. He then laid her down on a chair on the balcony and began to slide his tongue in and out of her pussy and sucked on her clit making her scream. He kissed his way up to her breasts and began to suck on then as he ground the length of his cock against her pussy lips then he began to pound his dick in and out of her pussy. She moaned so loud she nearly lost her voice and she was coming up onto her 4th orgasm

"I'm gonna cum" they both said in unison 

"Im cumming"  Hannah said as her pussy squeezed the cum out of Dj's dick making him shoot his hot cum into her waiting pussy. They lay there kissing, Dj's cock going soft in Hannah's pussy. He brushed her soft brrown hair out of her face and looking into her eyes.

"See that wasn't so bad was it."

"Mm no babe it was amazing."

"good cuz i wanna go again."

"not until the next party sweetie."

Hey guys feel free to comment and tell me what ya think I'd love to hear what you think about it

  around 1:00 mud points out this chic on the dance floor, she is bout 5'6",140,nice perky rack, and her shape is almost out of a zz topp song (36" 22" 36"). after watching her shake her lucious booty alone for the rest of the song, she comes to the bar, luckily right next to me. i say hi, to break the ice, and bought her a drink.

we sat and talked for a few hours. i learned that she was just looking for friends. so (for the first time) i did not try to work her. she had lemonade only while i proceded to get fairly ripped on budweiser and tequilla without chaser. when the club closed, i offered to buy her breakfast if she would drive me to my car aftwards. she accepted, and we went to this greasy spoon down the road. not many places to eat in the middle of nowhere at 3:00 am. we ate like it was our last time, and talked for a while. the entire time i never came onto her at all. we were getting a little tired so she drove me back to my van in the club parking lot.

  when we arrived i was still really sloshed. planning on sleeping in my van alone i turned to her to say goodnight, when i noticed somehow she was no longer wearing her pants. i must have dosed off to have missed that (they were exxxtreamly tight). she was stroking her toatally bald pussy and starting to breath heavy. myself in a moment of suprise almost blanked untill she grabbed my hand and slid it down to her crotch. i started to speak, when she said "i like it very forcefull. dont talk, just fuck like you are rapeing me"

  i had heard about freaky chics like this before. and instantly, with one hand full of hair and her throat in the other drug her out of the passenger door to behind the bushes. she fought like her life depended on it. she was kicking and screaming as i pinned her down on the ground face first. i ripped her shirt off and used it to gag her, then her bra to tie her hands behind her back. i then rolled her over as she kicked me right in the jaw. looking at her in shock i heard her muffled voice mutter "rough you pussy". it was on!

now i knew wat the game was

  i wasted no time taking back control by force, dodging her next kick and using it to my advantage.  i grabbed her leg as i stood violently stepping on her other as i removed my belt.  she put up a hard fight as i fumbled to get it around her ankle. again she mumble  " you pussy" moving her legg to the side i bitch slapped the hell out of her. she then laughed and muttered dont hold back you bitch, and kicked harder.  before i could stop i slugged her right in the eye. knocked her out cold for about 45 seconds, justlong enough to have her hogtied.

   the first sound she made when she came to was "yes baby dont hold back choke me" ignoring her i drug her to the side of my van across the gravel lot, every few steps slapping her ass and head. i opened the door and threw her in so hard, she hit her head on the other side and lost conciousness again.  seizing the opportunity, she woke as i forced all 10" inside her cunt fast and hard. she squeeled and bucked as i grabbed a piece of rope and worked it around her neck. she broke her leggs loose but to no help as by that time i was fucking and chocking her with all i had.

   she came to and came all at the same time. her pussy clinched so hard i thought it bit my dick off. when it relaxed i felt her juices run out around my fast thrusting cock quickly traveling across the floor to my feet.

  after repeating this chain of events for almost an hour, i let my jizz fly. i felt my cock pulse at least 30 times as she muttered "not in there pull it out it burns" her voice said one thing, but her pussy said "give it all and more"

  between exausted and still drunk i passed out right on top of her.

the next morning when i woke she was lying next to me, still tied and gaged. i untied her, and offered to take her to breakfast again. she accepted.

  as we entered the same diner as earlier i had a busted lip dried blood on my face and her with a huge (rocky balboa) shiner dried blood on her nose and lip busted and limping bowlegged, we had a couple of cups of coffee.  she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye "that was what i have been looking for. i really needed that"

  as i got her back to her car, she gave me a folded up piece of paper and told me to wait till she was gone to read it. with a kiss and a big smile she drove off.

  as soon as she was out of sight, i unfolded the page. inside was a key.  the note said simply "use your imagination. suprise me!" followed by an address.

             my first story.

                        all true no shit

It had been a few months. Her tits were high and mighty once again and her confidence had returned because of all the men (especially male students) who tried to hit on her every day.

None of them sparked her interest except for one. He was one of the men who worked out with her at the gym.

He was tall and bald and very muscular. His eyes were sexy and he reeked of sex appeal. His name was Chris. She’d met him shortly after she’d started lifting weights.

She wasn’t sure which exercises were good for developing the pectoral muscle. She asked Chris because his pecs were huge.

He took one look at her tits and started cracking jokes about how hard it would be for her to get through the door if her chest got any bigger. She explained why she needed to work that part of her body and that’s when the compliments and flirting started.

They’d been doing it ever since, but Sara was really disappointed that flirting was all they seemed to do. Chris never made a move on her, never asked for a phone number, never asked her out on a date. She made it obvious that she would accept but still no luck.

Lately they had spent a lot of time talking about sex, wild places that they’d had sex, in particular. Chris had the most interesting stories. He’d had sex on beaches, public rest rooms, parking lots, in his backyard, and he once tried to fuck an 18 year old girl on a school bus, but she was too chicken to go through with it.

The wildest thing Sara had done was give her ex-boyfriend a blowjob in a parking lot after they’d gone to a pro basketball game. Listening to Chris’s stories and seeing the joy in his eyes as he told them made Sara more curious to try something daring.

On her lunch break she took the elevator to the top floor. The gym was empty, and since this gym was in a 5-star hotel, there was no need for an attendant. She slipped into the men’s locker room put her workout clothes in a locker.

It was Tuesday, the slowest day of the week at the gym. Normally there would be Sara, Chris, and maybe two other people at this time, but it was still totally empty when she got off work, which was good for her.

Her stomach was flipping in knots as she walked into the men’s locker room for the second time that day. She was nervous, but extremely excited and horny as hell.

The room smelled of sweat. Normally she would have found this scent to be repulsive, but tonight it was turning her on.

She opened the locker door and reached for her workout clothes. Instead of getting those, she took out the bathing suit that she was going to use for swimming after she’d finished working out. It was better suited for her mission tonight.

She removed her boots and lifted her shirt over her head, and out spilled her enormous DDD tits. She took her pants off next, which left her sitting completely naked in the men’s locker room.

Her heart was pounding really hard now. Her hands were shaking badly. For a brief moment she started having doubts about whether or not to see this thing through.

Before she could make up her mind, she heard shoes scraping the floor and then a shadow stopped next to her. Sara looked up and saw a pair of the widest eyes that she had ever seen in her life.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked.

Chris said, “Well, this is the men’s locker room. What are you doing in here?”

He wasn’t making much of an effort not to gawk at Sara’s tits, which was a good sign, but it made her feel a little awkward so she covered them as best she could with her arms.

“Oh,” she said, “I don’t really know my way around here yet.”

“Do you even know your way to the weight room?” asked Chris. “Are you gonna go work out?”

“Uh, yeah, as soon as I get my clothes on.” She uncovered her breasts and picked up her clothes.

For the first time, Chris looked away, but it was only briefly. “Okay, well you put your clothes on and I’ll wait right here to make sure nobody else comes in.”

He put the dumbbell down and stood with his back to her at the door. Sara was a bombshell. He already knew she had a nice build, but now that he’d seen her naked he knew he had to have her.

And now that he thought about it, she didn’t seem too concerned with having her body on display in front of him. Sometimes it even seemed like she was moving her clothes out of the way so he could get a better view.

Looking back on it even more, she didn’t seem very embarrassed like a woman who had been put in that situation would. She smiled at him a lot—with her mouth and her eyes—during their whole conversation.

Maybe she’d planned it, thought Chris.

After all, she had been flirting with him for the past few months. And the only reason he didn’t make a move on her was because he figured a woman who looked that good would be too high-maintenance to go for someone who drove a school bus for a living.

But what if she was trying to seduce him? What if she was serious about him? What if she really liked him and wanted to make their friendship into something sexual? What if—hmmm?

He looked over his shoulder to get another peek at her. There was a brief moment of eye contact before Sara turned her head trying to pretend she didn’t know he was watching. It seemed like she was trying to hold back a smile.

Chris flirted with her and she flirted back, but he was lost in deep thought as they walked into the weight room. Luckily it was still completely void of human life other than them.

Chris sat at the exercise bike and started pedaling. Sara walked past him, sat at the bench press machine, and started lifting.

Chris was really confused. There were so many things about the last few minutes that were so out of the ordinary. And now that he thought of it, there was something about Sara at the very moment that was out of the ordinary too, but he couldn’t figure it out.

“What are you ganna be working today?”

“I’m gonna work my pecs,” she answered and smiled.

“From what I saw when I walked into the locker room, I’d say you’re alright there.”

Her smile grew wider and she stuck out her chest as she lifted the weights into the air. She replied to his compliment but Chris couldn’t hear it too well. Sara was very sexy and there was something about the way she was pumping iron in her skimpy swim suit that was getting him really excited.

That’s when it hit him. It was the swim suit. Sara never lifted weights in her swim suit. She usually wore jogging pants and a T-shirt.

He watched a few seconds longer, his cock slowly beginning to slide down his leg as he watched her enormous tits heaving in and out. He still had his doubts, but now he was almost sure that Sara was trying to seduce him.

“How have your workouts been coming along?” he asked.

“I don’t know. My workouts have been kind of stale lately. Do you think you could give me a few pointers?”

He got off the bike and approached her. He gave her a tip on how to improve her form to maximize the results of each lift. He talked about the way she clenched her jaws when she lifted and how it shifted energy to wrong place.

She stopped lifting as he spoke. She was sitting with her hands over her chest as if surprised that something so simple could affect her workout.

Chris was feeling tingly. Sara looked so pretty in that pose, but it wasn’t just that. It was everything.

It was the tight swim suit that barely covered anything. It was the months that they’d spent flirting with each other. It was the thought of fucking her like a whore in the middle of the weight room. It was the possibility that fucking her in the weight room was probably what she wanted. Above all else, it was the fact that he’d seen her naked and he couldn’t—for the life of him—get that vision out of his head. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

Chris started breathing so hard that he was almost hyperventilating. He was more nervous now than he had ever been in his life. He’d never done anything this bold, but all the signs were there so he had to try and just live with the consequences if his assumption was wrong.

“There’s a limit,” he said, pretending to be referring to the limits of exercise.

“What’s that?” asked Sara.

He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach that was followed by an intense rush of excitement. He looked around to make sure no one had entered the gym.

Then, with one swift movement, he reached into his jogging pants and pulled out a throbbing, rock-hard dick and put it in front of Sara’s mouth.

She still had that rye smile on her face, but she was really surprised. She was hoping to get him to come home with her later on. She had no idea that he was going to do this.

Her first thought was to tell him to put it away. They were in a weight room with glass walls. Even if no one came to work out, somebody could walk past on their way somewhere else. It was too risky to try something here.

She started joking as if she was really going to do something with it, like she was really dumb enough to believe that sucking a dick would improve her work out.

When she was done joking, she opened her mouth to tell him to put it away, but the thrill of getting caught had taken control of her body. Instead of saying anything, she leaned forward, opened her mouth a lot wider, and closed it around his meaty cock head.

Chris twitched as sheer shock and ecstasy raced through his body. He gasped as he felt her soft lips gliding over his shaft, getting it nice and wet with her tongue.

He ran his fingers through her blonde hair as she cupped his balls and fed more of his penis into her mouth. She started sucking faster and harder. Chris closed his eyes and held onto the wall for dear life.

She started twisting her head with every rise and fall of her head. She pulled his cock free of her jaws, licked the sensitive underside, and wiggled her tongue across the head. Then she stuffed him deep in her mouth, so deep that she felt the cock head yielding to the muscles in the back of her throat.

“Ohhh!” Chris moaned, but just a shade above a whisper. He didn’t want to add to the risk of getting caught by screaming out loud. Instead, he distracted himself by keeping an eye on the glass walls for anyone who might be walking by.

Sara started licking the bottom of his cock every time she went down on him. The slurping was louder too. Chris fought off the urge to scream again and started humping her face with a handful of hair in his palms.

Sara’s pussy was oozing. She was so horny. It was better than she could have ever dreamed. She pulled her tits out of the bathing suit and let them hang as she covered Chris’s dick in her saliva.

Chris took a step back. He glanced at the wall to make sure it was still okay. It was, so he motioned for Sara to follow him to a weight bench where he lay down with his dick pointed happily to the ceiling.

Sara arched her back and eased her swollen pussy lips over his hot cock. They were both completely naked now.

They didn’t care about getting caught anymore There was a part of them that wanted somebody to see what was going on. Sara liked having her body on display and Chris was getting off on how horny she was acting because of it.

She was riding him in the reverse cowgirl position, Sara’s favorite. From this angle, Chris had the perfect view of his cock squeezing in and out of her tight cunt. It felt so good, so warm and wet.

He lifted her off his cock and bent her over the weight bench. He crouched in behind her and slipped his cock inside her. Her ass was cute, but small, and since Chris’s dick was so huge, it was like he had an unimpeded path to the pussy.

“Ohhh!” moaned Sara as she felt him enter her hot nest. He’d back out of her until nothing was left but the head, then stuff his love tool to the hilt back up in her.

The pace was quickening. The moans the smacking of the hips was getting louder. Her tits and hair swayed with every thrust.

She was doing a good job of keeping quiet until Chris started eating her pussy. Chris was sucking fiercely on her clit while he fucked her with his fingers.

She was lying flat on the bench, which put her at a better angle to see the door than any of the other positions. Her eyes were closed most of the time, but every now and then she’d open them and look at the glass walls imagining someone seeing her getting fucked like a cheap whore. It sent a rush of tingles through her pussy that sent her over the edge.

“Oh, yeah! Oh…oh, oh!” she screamed as cunt juice spurt into Chris’s mouth.

He opened her legs and stepped between them. His cock was dying to cum. He needed to cum, plus they’d been there way too long. Normally when he did things like this, they did it in one position and they rushed it along. Their chances of getting caught was getting better with every minute that ticked by.

He looked her body over. She looked damn good. How could anyone have tits that big? It didn’t seem possible.

He felt his cock jump as he placed the head on Sara’s hole and pushed. She was slippery now. The pussy licking had moistened her up considerably, but she had that same tight squeeze that was bringing him closer to popping his load.

Her huge tits were flopping like fun bags and she was staring at him with a passionate grimace on her face, her teeth clenched tight enough to bite through wood.

She spread a little wider, giving him deeper penetration into her tight snatch. He kept looking at her breasts and the disoriented facial expression etched on her slutty face.

“Fuck my pussy,” she whispered.

He felt an orgasm building in his loins. He pumped her tender cunt faster. His cock was burning as cum started making its way up his shaft.

“Aw…oh!” groaned Chris.

He pulled his cock out of her twat. He didn’t ask if it was okay to cum in her mouth. She was getting it whether she wanted it or not.

To his delight, Sara opened her mouth and lapped greedily at every sticky drop of nut that sprang from his cock. Some of it landed in her mouth, but a large portion of it landed on her cheek and dripped down the side of her face.

Sara smiled as she savored it’s bland, salty taste and tossed it around in her mouth with her tongue before she opened her throat muscles and let it seep into her stomach.

Mmmmm, she thought.

There’s nothing better than a protein shake after a hard workout.

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I guided her to the back seat of my car and took down my pants as soon as I closed the door. I held my rock hard seven inches in my hand and said, "Suck it, bitch."

She dove right for it and swallowed it to the hilt. I felt her throat constrict around the shaft of my cock and bob up and down, actually fucking her throat with my cock. I nearly popped right then and there. I thought of a toothless old lady blowing me kisses and almost lost my erection. She squeezed my balls in her left hand and kneaded them lovingly, coaxing as much cum out of them as she could.

She kept using my cock to fuck her throat when she finally came up for air. She gasped and took in large gulps of air, a string of drool falling from the corner of her mouth. She smiled and grasped my hardon in her hand and stroked its full length in a corkscrew motion that was driving me insane.

My cock disappeared into her mouth again as she stroked and sucked in an increasingly faster rhythm. Up, turn, down, suck. . .  She kept squeezing my balls all the while and I could hold back no longer.

She sensed I was ready and locked her lips around my cock and stroked and sucked and stroked until I could feel my load making its way into her mouth. I came so hard I thought she would gag on the power and volume of my sperm. She guzzled my cum down her throat like a greedy fucking dog and didn't stop until my cock was flacid from expelling about ten strong jets of cum into her throat.

She layed back and was gasping for breath, shivering as she had cum as well by giving me a blowjob. I knew I had to keep her around, and I did. She looked at me and said, "HI, I'm Gina. Nice to blow ya."

I laughed and took her back inside the bar for a few drinks before I took her into the bathroom for an encore. She was more than willing too, shoving me into an empty stall and dropping my pants before i had a chance to think. My cock was hard and in her warm mouth instantly. She flicked her tongue while sucking the head between those red blowjob lips. Around and around the head, then plunging my cock deep into her throat, again and again.

There was no hesitation, my balls blasted a load of salty sweet cum into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned and played with her pussy through her shorts. She had obviously cum again herself. She was the first woman I ever met that could orgasm while giving a guy head.

The door to the restroom squeaked open and I stiffened up. Gina stood up and looked me in the eye and asked, " Wanna watch me suck this guys cock?"

"What guy," I asked.

"Whoever's using the john. I don't care," she smiled and exited the stall and walked toward the unsuspecting drunk taking a piss.

I poked my head out of the stall and saw her squat down next to the guy taking a piss and reached out for his still pissing cock. She held it until he was done and stroked the last drops of piss from his dick and started to suck his cock. He wasn't real big, but had a huge set of balls and Gina caressed them like her personal play things.

It wasn't long before he came into her mouth, but she couldn't swallow all the cum from those big balls and let the excess fall out of the corners of her mouth. He shook and spasmed as he finished ejaculating in this gorgeous strangers mouth. Gina placed the quickly shrinking penis back into its place and zipped him up. Gently she patted his crotch and stood up in front of him.

"Thanks," she said and looked toward me. "Well, you gonna buy me a drink before you kiss me again or what?"

I smiled and said, "Sure thing, Gina." I held  the door open and she sauntered out gathering the attention from everyone close to the restroom. The men ogled and the women looked shocked with a hint of jealousy in their eyes. I took her hand and led her to the bar with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. I was going to have fun with her.

PART 2 - My Blowjob Queen
Gina and I have sex in some crazy places in the next installment of, 'My Blowjob Queen'.