Working second shift isn't always fun. Sometimes though, it has its benefits. Namingly - I get off when someone wants to get fucked really badly.
It was just like any other Friday night. At work, the same boring mantra as always. A few text messages on breaks to keep me awake. Just like any other Friday night until about 11:30 that is.
I got a message on my phone and checked it at my desk. It was my-ex and occassional fuck buddy, Stephenie. We had dated for about a year, broken up, got back together, broken up again, got back together again - you know the drill. We fucked a few times afterward when neither of us could get laid, but I had not heard from her in about four months.
The message read: I really need a cock tonight. Come to my house when you get off. D
on't wake up my parents.
I responded, leave the window open.
After about another half-hour of internet reports, I shut down the computer and headed to the car. It was about a 30-minute drive to Stephenie's, so I sent her a message to remind her.
Her response was a picture message of her fingering her pussy. I could tell this was going to be a good night. I cranked up the radio and headed south on the local highway, speeding where I could. I couldn't help but imagining the thought of Stephine's cunt though. It was always so tight around my cock and she knew just how to make her muscles tense when I was about to cum. That wasn't the best part though. I couldn't wait to shove my face in between her thighs and lick up every last drop of her wonderful juice. That's what I was going for.
In about 25 minutes I was on Stephenie's road. Just in case her Dad woke up, I parked at a gravel lot about a quarter of a mile away. The sign said no parking after 7 p.m. on Fridays, but my dick can't read.
I got out and ducked behind some trees, hearing a car in the distance. As it got closer, I noticed it was a Sheriff's Deputy. The car slowed up as it saw my car in the gravel lot. I knew they didn't give tickets for parking there, everybody did it. But they did watch closely because it was a great place to get laid if you couldn't at home or at a party.
This officer was quite inquisitive, though. And pulled in and got out of his car. After peering into my car with his flashlight, he scanned the bushes I was hiding in. I don't know what made me do it - but something said run. So I did.
The deputy yelled after me and chased for about a 100 yards, but I ducked away off the path. He was kind of big, so I guess he gave up. I doubled-back to check and make sure he wasn't running my tags - he was gone. Nothing like a little adreneline rush to get your dick throbbing, right?
I half-walked, half-jogged through the woods alongside Steph's road. When I got to her house, I jumped the fence quietly and snuck around back. Her window was on the lower floor, beneath a deck - which made for good cover just in case. The window was open and I climbed in. I was ready to blow.
