A Helping Hand
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Posted:Dec 3, 2009 1:52 pm
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I closed the door behind me put my bag down on the floor. I dropped my keys on the table and even managed to hang up my coat. Home at last.
It had been a long and event filled week at work and I was excited to be off work for a few days and home. On my way to the kitchen to get a beer I absentmindedly flicked on the TV. As I twisted the cap off the bottle I noticed the light on my answering machine blinking.
After a long and satisfying swig of beer I pressed the play button. "You have 1 new message," the automated voice told me. "Friday, 10:24am," it added. Someone called this morning while I was at work.
The message began: "Dan, hi it's Laura, sorry to bother you but I have a family issue and I'm hoping you can do me a favor. I have to go take care of some things at my parents' place after work and I will probably have to stay the night. Can you please just go into my house and make sure a light or two is on, and just that generally things are OK? I left in a hurry this morning and I have this nagging feeling I left something on, or something undone. I should be back tomorrow morning. Thanks in advance, bye."
I dialed Laura's cell and left her a message. "Laura it's Dan, it's around 6:00pm I just got your message. I'll head over to your place after dinner to make sure everything is OK and I'll leave a couple lights on for security. I hope all is well with your parents. See you tomorrow."
Laura has been a good neighbor, we always look out for each other, and I'm happy to pitch in. She's always done so for me. When I first moved to this neighborhood it was sort of an up and coming place to live, rebounding from years of crime and neglect. We're pretty much removed from that time now, but we want to keep it that way. I glanced out the window at Laura's house and noticed nothing out of the ordinary which made me more comfortable with the idea of having dinner first.
A few more beers and two large helpings of spaghetti later I washed the dishes. Leaving my TV on, I grabbed another beer from the fridge and got Laura's house key from under my fern in the front hall. I don't know why I had to hide it, but I do know I always remembered exactly where it was right away if I needed it. Locking up my own place I walked across the lawn to Laura's. Before going inside I took a slow spin around her property, everything looked normal. She has always kept the property well groomed. I stepped up onto the back porch and
unlocked her back door.
Stepping inside her kitchen I see the stove is free of pots or pans and no burners are on. I open the oven door and it's cool inside, no odor of gas. The sink has a cup and saucer soaking in it. Probably morning coffee, so I check and see that the coffee pot is turned off. The kitchen seems fine. In Laura's living room I turn on a lamp and seeing that everything is fine I check
her bathroom. No one hiding behind the shower curtain, no water
running. Check. So I head up her carpeted stairs to check on the 2nd floor.
Apart from a couple articles of clothing that looked suspiciously like sleepwear on the floor, the bedroom seems in order. I flick on a lamp and check into her 1/2 bath, all good there. Just her home office left to check out.
Like many people, Laura had converted an extra bedroom into an office/workspace. Everything seemed normal and then I noticed that as I approached the computer I could hear it gently humming. This must be what she recalled leaving on.
I pulled out her chair and sat down, moving her mouse slightly as I did so to awaken her sleeping computer. And what a surprise I found. As the screen came to life, there was an image of Laura. She was sitting in the same chair I was right now. She was nude. With her left hand she was squeezing her ample left breast. With her right she was plunging a large red vibrator into her hairy pussy. I sighed, took another swig of my beer and noticed that there were more pictures. In one she was placing the small stimulating attachment from her red vibe onto her clit. It looked quite full, very stimulated. In another she
had the toy cock on the desk and was squeezing the balls with one hand while stroking the shaft with the other. In another she had one hand on each of her breasts, pinching and pulling at her erect nipples.
I spread these four pics across her desktop so I could admire all of them simultaneously and began to rub my stiffening cock through my pants. After a few moments of this I undid my belt and zipper and lowered my pants to mid thigh. I took another swig of beer and began to stroke my cock. My eyes moved slowly from one pic to the other while I moved my hand up and down my shaft. I noticed a bottle of warming liquid next to the computer and helped myself to a bit of it. This made things much more pleasurable.
While enjoying the sensations I was feeling and the sights I was seeing, I began to wonder if Laura had left these images here purposefully for me to find. That thought intrigued me. We had been neighbors for years, very friendly, both mostly single, yet nothing had ever happened in our relationship beyond the territory of helpful friendly neighbor. Perhaps it was time for me to start looking at Laura in a new light.
I found myself concentrating mostly on the pic in which Laura was giving a handjob to her toy. I turned on her printer and printed myself a copy of each of the pics. Then I turned on her camera and took a few pics of myself. While I stroked my own cock I began to imagine her hands on me the way they were on the toy in the pic. With the image of Laura smiling sexily up at me while she stroked my cock and squeezed my balls firmly planted in my imagination, I felt my pleasure growing and I placed the pic of Laura pulling on both her nipples between my legs. I aimed carefully and came on the pic.
After catching my breath, I took a picture of Laura's pic with my cum on it, I pulled my pants back up and made sure to save the pics I'd taken of myself to Laura's desktop. Before putting her computer back to sleep I arranged the desktop to show her and my pics intermingled. I gathered up the rest of the pics I'd printed and headed downstairs. As I headed toward the front door to leave, it swung open and in walked Laura. In my surprise I dropped the pics I'd printed and in one of those events that you
couldn't make happen if you tried a million times, they gently glided through the air and landed at her feet facing her, the one with my cum on it right in front of her feet. "I see you found what I left you," she said.
Laura closed the door behind her. She stepped over the pics toward me. We stood there silently, looking each other in the eye. As I began to feel uncomfortably warm, Laura picked up the pictures and broke the awkward silence.
"I gather from this," she said while glancing at the pic with my cum on it, "that you like what you saw."
I took a big gulp of my beer and said "Yes, yes I did."
Laura tossed the pics on her table and stepped close to me. She took the beer from my hand and took a sip of it herself. "Getting warm," she said. "Want a cold one?" She moved to her refrigerator.
"Sure," I said, "thanks." Laura tossed me a bottle which I wasn't expecting her to do and I missed it. It hit the floor and began to spray beer. I quickly picked it up and brought it to her sink but some of it was on her floor and most of it was on me.
"Oh dear," she said. "What a sticky mess you are." She took the bottle from my hand and placed it in the sink. She moved into her pantry and called me to follow. I did. She made a gesture indicating the presence of her washing machine. When I didn't respond Laura stepped closer to me and grabbed the sides of my shirt, lifting it. I helped her help me take it off and she threw it into the washer. She ran the palm of her hand over the front of my pants. "These feel dry," she said, but she didn't remove her hand, she continued to run it over my pants. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure at the feelings of arousal her hand was causing.
She undid my belt and opened the button of my pants, then pulled down the zipper and shimmied my pants down about as far as I had taken them down earlier, saying "Like I said, what a sticky mess you are."
Laura pushed me back against her washing machine and the cold of the metal surprised my nude butt. Before I could become too concerned with the cold the warmth of her mouth on my cock made me forget all about it. In one steady motion she took my entire length into her mouth, her lips brushing my abdomen and balls. She kept me there, squeezing her throat until she gagged slightly and pulled back, coating my sticky stiffening cock with a heavy dose of saliva as she withdrew. With her mouth around the head, she looked up at me and seemed to smile. Then she took my length again. I groaned and grabbed her head with both hands, holding it tightly against me and relishing the tight, warm, moist pleasure her mouth was giving me.
When the tip of her tongue flicked at my balls I jumped, lowering the angle of my cock in her mouth and seemingly making it even harder. Laura made a sort of counter-clockwise circular motion with her head as she slowly pulled back. They say there's no such thing as a bad blowjob, I can only say I can't recall ever having had one so good. Laura clearly gave her dildo (and likely some very lucky men) more than just handjobs. Laura moved her head more swiftly up and down my cock. My breathing become loud and labored. I entwined my fingers in her hair and massaged her head with my fingertips, although I can't say whether I was doing it for her pleasure or because I was trying to hold on for dear life.
Laura continued the expert application of her mouth to my cock. My knees were growing weak and I was leaning against the washer for fear of falling down. When her fingertip found and began to massage my asshole, I was so pleased and surprised that I thrust forward too strongly, knocking Laura back, my cock popping out of her mouth as she tumbled backward. The combination of sensations proved too much and I came, shooting my sticky load across her narrow pantry and into her hair and face as she caught herself against the wall. I moaned and slid down the cold washer to the floor. Laura wiped my cum from her face and licked it off her fingers. "Mmm," she said as she did so.
After a few quiet moments, the only sounds being my breath slowing and the washing machine cycle, she began to giggle. I looked at her oddly, wondering why she was giggling and that only made her laugh more heartily. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing," she replied. "I've just wanted to do that for a long time, I guess I'm laughing because I'm happy I finally did."
I gathered enough strength to stand up, and began pulling my pants up. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked.
"Umm, I don't know," I said, "I just know it'd be hard to go anywhere with my pants halfway down."
Laura stood up and kissed me deeply, her talented tongue demonstrating some more of it's gifts to me. "I hope you don't have any plans tonight, because if it's up to me," she added, "you're going to be here for a while."
I walked to her fridge, opened it and grabbed two beers. "I didn't have any plans," I said, handing her a beer, "but I do now." I took her hand and together we headed up her carpeted stairs.
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Eventful evening alone, mostly.
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Posted:Feb 11, 2009 7:43 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2009 7:46 pm
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I feel a familiar tightening in my balls and I know I am going to cum soon. Slowing my stroking, I take one last long look at the cute BBW masturbating on the monitor in front of me.
She's younger than me, but not so young that I might be her father. I guess late 20's, early 30's but I'm bad at that sort of thing.
I note her long brown hair, her sparkling blue eyes, her cute pug nose, her luscious breasts with their big reddish-brown areolae, her pale tummy and the way she squeezes it periodically with her left hand while she runs two fingers of her right hand between her pussy lips, the way she flicks her clit with her thumb, the small scar below her left knee, the way she curls and uncurls her toes, the matching black polish on her finger and toenails, her sighs, her breathing pattern. I do my best to burn her into my brain. I'm going to do my best to recall that image later at home.
I deny myself the orgasm I crave. The video is over and the booth is dark. My breathing slows to normal, my cock softens and I slide it into my shorts. Carefully I close my zipper. A deep breath and I open the door. As I step into the hallway I can hear the sounds of other movies playing in other booths. Exiting the hall I enter the main portion of the store. I pass displays of magazines, dvds, videos and sex toys. No people except for the cashier, who returns my nod as I exit the shop.
The cool night air is bracing. As I walk to my car, I laugh as I always do about the quantity of cars in the lot. Eight tonight. Yet the cashier was the only person I saw inside. People do a good job of avoiding each other in there.
Just as I slip my key into the ignition a figure exits the shop carrying a brown paper bag. I am intrigued to notice that it's a woman. As she crosses the parking lot, I start my car and the sound must've got her attention because she glanced over briefly. She's standing on the sidewalk when I reach the lot exit. I look left for traffic, then right and I see she's walking toward my car. She knocks on my window. I lower it and say "Yes?"
She looks at her watch. "I'm sorry. I just missed my bus. There won't be another for 90 minutes." She makes a face that says to me "help" then asks "Are you heading into town?"
"Yes, I can give you a ride, get in," I tell her as I unlock the door.
She gets in and fastens her seatbelt. "Thank you," she says as she turns and smiles at me.
"No problem," I reply. "It's too cold to wait out here for an hour and a half."
A few blocks pass quietly. It becomes a bit awkward to me but as I struggle to think of something other than the weather to broach as a topic, all that keeps coming to mind is the fact that we both just left an adult store. I decide to go for it. I ask "So what's in the bag?"
She laughs. "Do you really want to know?"
"No, not really," I reply, "I just thought it was a little quiet and that came to mind."
"Oh," she said, "in that case, it's a big black dildo."
That's what I get for asking, I guess. I couldn't think of anything else, so I just said "Cool." What a lame thing to say.
A few more blocks pass and I ask "So where do you need to go?"
"4th and D," she replied, "but you can just drop me at Franklin."
I told her "4th and D is no problem, I'm not in a hurry." The light was green and I turned right onto the Boulevard. Franklin isn't too far ahead, then just a few turns 'til 4th. I navigated successfully and we soon found ourselves at the corner of 4th and D.
"You can just pull over anywhere along here," she told me.
I signaled and pulled into an open spot.
She undid her seatbelt and clutched her bag, preparing to get out of the car, when she asked "So, do you want to see it?"
"What?"
"The big black dildo," she informed me.
I chuckled. "Oh, that. Sure. I guess."
She reached into the bag and slowly pulled out a plastic package. Clearly visible was indeed a big, black dildo. She split the package open and pulled it out. "Here," she said holding it out for my inspection.
"I just wanted to see with my eyes not my hands," I told her.
She looked at me sideways and asked "What's the matter, are you afraid of it?"
So I took it from her. I spun it around in my hand, noting, well, it's bigness and it's blackness. Not knowing what else to say, I handed it back to her and said "Nice."
She put the tip of it into her mouth and said "Mmmm," then she ran her tongue slowly over it's length. My cock began to harden just as she dropped the dildo back into the bag, opened the door and got out of my car. "Thanks for the ride," she said as she started to close the door. Then she opened the door again and asked "Hey you're not a or a murderer or anything are you?" I sort of squinted then she added "because if you're not, I'd like it if you would watch me fuck myself with this," and she shook the bag to remind me what 'this' was, "But no touching!" she added firmly.
The look on my face must've been one of pleasure or acceptance, because although I didn't say anything she got back into the car. She reached beneath her seat and felt around. "How do you push this seat back?" she asked.
"On the right side, there's a handle," I told her. "When you find it just push it straight back. She did and the seat moved back until she was satisfied. Then she unsnapped her pants and slid them down to mid-thigh. She removed the dildo from the bag and began to rub it across her thighs.
My cock throbbed and I noticed how uncomfortably it was pressing against the front of my jeans. I adjusted it and she said "the no touching just applies to me. You can touch yourself."
So I unsnapped and unzipped my pants, pulling them down a little. My obviously hard cock pushed my shorts up toward the steering wheel.
She continued to run the dildo over her upper thighs, then placed it on the seat between her legs and shimmied her pants down below her knees. She picked the dildo back up and began to rub it along the length of her pussy. Her breathing became louder.
I gave my cock a few squeezes through my shorts. "Take it out, I want to see it," she said, so I did. It paled in comparison to the big black dildo, so it pleased me that as she carefully slid the dildo into her pussy she kept her eyes on my cock. "Stroke it."
I slid my hand over my cock, watching her use her new toy. I noticed that she flicked her clit with her thumb the way the BBW in the movie had. The combination of this stranger masturbating just a foot away in my car and the memory of the BBW masturbating in the adult store movie combined to coax some pre-cum from my cock which I used to lubricate my stroking. I sighed.
She slid forward and raised her knees, pressing them against my dashboard. Reaching beneath her right leg, she grasped the dildo and moved it more rapidly in and out. We had completely fogged my windows but the pinkish glow of the streetlight still afforded us both a good enough view of each other.
With her left hand she began to rub her clit and she started to moan. After a few vigorous strokes with the dildo, she shoved it deep inside and left it there, concentrating on her clit. Her breathing quickened and then seemed to stop. She began to tremble.
I continued to rub the pre-cum over my cock. It felt so good, and the sight of her apparent orgasm made me throb. I had denied myself cumming earlier in the shop, and though I really wanted to feel the release I didn't want to cum all over my car, so I closed my eyes and pinched the base of my cock. Visions of the BBW from the movie started to form in my mind, but that wasn't helping so I opened my eyes again.
There in my passenger seat is the woman whose name I don't know, who I just gave a lift home from an adult store where she purchased a sex toy, which is now sliding out of her pussy and dropping with a dull thud onto the floor of my car. Her eyes are closed. Thankfully her breathing has resumed.
I slip my cock into my shorts and slide my pants back up. My passenger pulls her pants up and moves her seat forward. She picks the dildo off the floor of my car and drops it into the brown bag. "Thanks," she says as she opens the door and steps out of the car. My windows are fogged and I can't see her. I turn on my defrosters and lower the passenger window to look but she's gone from my view.
After a few minutes my windows are clear enough that I begin my drive home. A few songs on the radio later I arrive home, park and head inside. Going upstairs to my bedroom, I undress and head into the bathroom to start the shower. I step in and begin to lather my body as the shower door fogs up. My soapy hand brushes my cock and it stirs to life. I've denied myself two orgasms tonight, it's time for release, so I close my eyes and there in bed next to the BBW from the movie is the woman I drove home from the store. This should be good.
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Wednesday with Maureen
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Posted:Jan 23, 2009 2:06 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 10:43 am
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I'd been staring at Maureen's business card since shortly before 4:00pm. When she left me standing in the gas station parking lot the other day, the day I met her, the last thing she'd said to me was "see you Wednesday, Ben."
Ever since I'd walked in on her in that restroom, I hadn't been able to get her off of my mind. Thoughts of watching her pee, and of her sucking my cock aided my masturbation in the shower this morning. In fact, my cock was stiffening again now at the thought of it, but whipping it out here in the office was not really a good idea. A better idea would be to call her, as she'd asked me to.
Concerned, for no real reason, that calling her exactly at 4:00pm would seem too eager, I waited an eternal 10 minutes more before punching in her number. "This is Maureen," I heard over the line.
"Hi Maureen, it's..."
"Ben," she interrupted, "I knew you'd call. Are you free tonight?"
She gets right to the point. "Yes, I am."
"Good," she said. "Did you notice the Italian place across from the gas station where we, umm, met?"
I had. "Yes," I informed her.
"Meet me there at 7:30pm," she instructed me. "I'll be at the bar."
As I replied "OK," I realized she'd already hung up.
Shortly after 7:30pm, I parked in Sabatino's lot. I entered the bar to find it empty, except for the bartender. Taking a seat at the bar I ordered a Sam Adams. Just as I took a swig I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Ben, hi," said a familiar voice. Maureen stood next to me. Keeping her hand on my shoulder, she ordered a vodka tonic. She received her drink and said "pay the man and come sit with me." I paid for her drink and joined her in a corner booth.
Maureen took a sip and placed her drink on the table. "So, did you miss me?" she asked.
"Let's just say I haven't been able to get our meeting out of my mind," I replied, "since you drove off."
I heard something fall under the table. As I felt her stockinged foot on my leg, I realized it must have been her shoe. She moved her foot to the crotch of my pants and began to roll it gently. I took another swig of Sam as my blood rushed in response to her touch.
She removed her foot from between my legs. "Come sit beside me," she beckoned.
As I sat next to her, she took my hand and placed it on her leg. She leaned over and whispered "I want your fingers inside me."
I liked her style, no nonsense. I ran my fingers down the fabric of her dress until I found the hem. I began to stroke her thigh, but she repeated "inside me," so I didn't delay further. "Suck on my earlobe," she instructed me and as I did she moaned and her legs parted further.
I slipped one finger between her lips, feeling her heat, running it down until I felt the passage I was seeking. She gasped as I slid it inside. As I began to move it in and out, up and down, she closed her eyes.
With my back turned from the bar and her eyes closed, neither of us had noticed the bartender approaching. "Another round?" he asked. Maureen told him "Yes, please," and he went to fetch our drinks. "I've got this round," she stated, then softly added "another finger Ben."
The bartender returned with our drinks just as I slipped a second finger inside Maureen. She told him to keep the change and began to rub my crotch as he left. I rubbed my thumb over her clit as I moved two fingers around in her tight pussy.
She removed her hand from the front of my pants and took a sip of her drink. Then, using both hands, she grabbed my arm and began to move it back and forth. "Just like that, keep your fingers just like that," she told me.
Maureen took control of my arm and fucked herself with my fingers. I was thankful for the music the bartender played on the jukebox as her breathing became louder.
Reaching up and flicking her tongue in my ear, she instructed me "push your thumb down hard on my clit, now."
I did as she said and her body tensed up, then began to shake slightly. She sighed and pulled my arm away from her body, my fingers sliding out of her. Then Maureen raised my hand to her face and took my index finger, then middle finger, into her mouth, licking them clean.
She sat up straighter and lowered her dress. We both finished our second drinks. She ran her hand over my pants, noting how hard I'd become. She gave my cock a playful squeeze through me pants and said "next time it's your turn. Excuse me."
I slid out of the booth. She stood up and asked "are you free Friday?"
I couldn't recall any plans and said "yes."
"Good," she said, patting my crotch. "Call me Friday around 4:00pm."
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The other man, part 1
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Posted:Apr 13, 2008 8:13 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 10:43 am
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"Kiss me Darcy," I said, pulling you hard against me.
"I can't Ed, Al will be home soon," you replied.
"No he won't. I gave him tickets to the game. Didn't he call you from work?" I asked.
From your frown I could tell he didn't. "Well he should almost be at the stadium by now, he won't be home for three or four hours," I said. "Kiss me."
You kissed me. Hard. Your hands squeezed my back as your tongue entered my mouth. The force of you pushing against me caught me off guard and I stumbled backward, knocking your front hall lamp off of the table. Luckily it fell on it's shade. You picked it up and put it back, then resumed kissing me passionately.
You pinned me to the door and thrust your hips into me. My cock stiffened in a an awkward position in my pants. "I want to feel you inside me Ed," you said between kisses. "But first I want to taste you."
You slid down my chest and stomach and knelt before me. You undid my belt and lowered my zipper, freeing my cock from it's awkward position. You took me in your mouth. "Oh yes Darcy, mmm," I gasped as you took me all the way. Your nose buried against my stomach you looked up at me. I could swear you smiled. You continued pleasing me, doing things I'd never felt before.
I ran my fingers through your hair and squeezed your shoulders. "Oh God Darcy that feels so good," I exclaimed. Reluctantly I pulled your head away. "I want you," I said. I looked into your gleaming eyes and added "I want to fuck you. Now!"
You kissed me deeply, then stepped back and raised your dress. Pulling your panties to the side, you leaned over the hall table. I moved in behind you and reached into my pocket for a condom. I lowered my pants to mid-shin and managed to slip the condom on. With one hand you pulled your wonderful round ass cheek to the side, with the other you guided my cock to your pussy. When you had me in position I placed my hands on your hips. "I'm going to enjoy this," I said and thrust inside you.
You moaned as my hard cock penetrated you. We quickly got into a nice rhythm and the lamp began to shake, so I placed it on the floor in front of the door. "Oh Darcy it feels so fucking good inside you," I said.
I ran my hand up your back and pulled on the shoulder fabric of your dress. You turned your head and took my finger in your mouth sucking hard.
This made me throb. "I'm going to cum, Darcy."
"Yes," you said.
I was about 3 strokes from filling that condom with cum when a key entered the front door lock and turned. The door swung open, smashing the lamp. It was Al...
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The Gas Station Restroom
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Posted:Mar 27, 2008 9:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2009 8:57 pm
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After filling the tank, I tore my receipt from the pump and tightened my gas cap. Standing there in the cold had made it all too apparent to me that I had to piss. I started the car and pulled it away from the pumps, parking at the side of the station near the restroom.
There was only one bathroom, but this was a huge corporation so I thought it wouldn't be so repulsive that I couldn't quickly piss and get out of there. I pushed the door open and was closing it behind me when I noticed someone on the toilet.
I mumbled "oh, sorry," and began to back out but stopped. Was it possible that I'd just heard a voice say "wait?" As I was thinking this over I heard "don't go."
Very slowly I raised my eyes from the floor toward the general direction of the toilet. "Did you say something?" I asked, not quite looking.
"Close the door, it's freezing," I heard and realized I was standing in the doorway letting the cold air in. I finally looked up and there was a woman on the toilet, her pants down around her shins, who apparently was speaking to me. "Please close the door," she said, "and pull the latch."
Dumfounded I continued to stand there, now staring at the woman on the toilet. She was a large woman, what I've come to understand is called a BBW. Beneath her sweater was a noticeable tummy and pair of large breasts. She had curly brown hair and a concerned look on her face. "Would you
please close that door it's very cold."
I stepped inside and closed the door. "The latch," she said, and I reached back and slid it into place.
She looked down, placed her left hand in her lap, and I think I heard the sound of her peeing. I went to the sink and turned on the water, squeezed some gel soap into my palm and washed my hands. The sound of her peeing plus that of the water in the sink made my need all the more urgent.
As I dried my hands with those useless brown paper towels, she stood, pulled up her pants and flushed the toilet. She stepped toward me, and I moved away from the sink assuming she wanted to use it.
"Now you," she said, and she gestured toward the toilet.
"What?" I asked.
"You," she said again, "piss."
She stepped to the sink and washed her hands, every few seconds looking over at me. I stood in the middle of the room motionless.
"Aren't you going to pee for me?" she asked.
"Umm," I muttered, "I really do have to go, so..."
She dried her hands. "So go," she said.
I stepped to the toilet and lifted the seat. I looked over at her and she made a motion with her hands which I interpreted as "go ahead."
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. A few moments passed. "I don't usually piss for an audience," I said. "In fact, if there's a guy at the urinal next to me I generally can't even go until he leaves."
"Here, maybe this will help," she said and she turned on the water tap at the sink.
Shortly I began to urinate. A weak stream at first, then growing more powerful. Confident at last in my aim I looked over at her. She was watching intently. I finished, shook, put my cock back into my briefs and zipped up my jeans.
"Wait," she said. She crossed back over to the toilet and as I stepped back she lowered the seat and cover, sitting on it. "Take your cock back out," she said.
I just looked at her. She rubbed the front of my jeans, then reached for the tab of my zipper, which wouldn't budge. "Pull that down for me," she said.
I pulled my zipper down and she reached in the fly of my jeans, taking out my cock. Despite having just washed them her hands were cold. She leaned forward and sucked my cock between her lips before it could completely disappear. She licked over, under and around it. As I placed my right hand on her shoulder my cock began to grow and stiffen.
She grabbed my hips and sucked hard on my cock. It felt so good. I began to thrust my hips a bit, in time with her back and forth motion. "Mmm," I muttered as my balls began to tingle.
"I'm going to cum," I warned her and she sucked me deep into her mouth. Her tongue flicked and I shot my load. She continued to suck while I shook and filled her mouth with my cum.
When it was apparent that I had no more cum to give she got up from the toilet and crossed to the sink into which she spit my cum. Then she unlatched the door and without a word exited the bathroom.
I leaned against the wall to catch my breath and put my sticky soft cock into my briefs. After zipping up my pants, I washed and dried my hands and exited the restroom. She was standing outside a few feet from the door. She had something in her hand.
"I'm Maureen," she said, handing me a business card with her left hand. With her right she rubbed the front of my jeans. "I'm going out of town tomorrow, I'll be back on Wednesday," she said. "Give me a call Wednesday after 4:00pm if you want to have more fun," she said as she gave me a playful squeeze through my pants.
She walked to her car, got in, started it up and rolled down the window. "What's your name honey?"
she asked.
"Ben," I replied after a moment.
She smiled. "See you Wednesday Ben," she said. She rolled up her window, backed up, then drove away.
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Posted:Mar 22, 2008 11:57 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 10:43 am
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Eventually if I follow my muse this space will slowly fill up with erotic fantasy tales written by or for me. Unfortunately "if I follow my muse" has been a lifelong question for me that has too often gone unanswered. Back in school I once wrote an essay on "unfinished things" which I found after the semester in a notebook, unfinished. Fortunately FriendFinder-x is filled with muses everywhere I look. The written words, photos, videos and live cam shows of the wonderful women of FriendFinder-x certainly set me afire. Now my task is to sit down and keep at least one hand free  to write about it. Wish me luck.
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