Story 38 #2
“You too,” he said, smiling at her. She really was beautiful, and he wished that he could remember how to flirt or that he could somehow get more into the mood for this.
“To be honest,” he said, “I was thinking of just heading off soon.”
She looked crestfallen for a moment, then she brightened up and smiled at him.
She leaned in closer to him and placed one hand on his thigh. It was so close to his cock that he felt her thumb brush against it slightly through his pants. Could she feel that? Did she know what she was touching? But if she did, then why didn’t she move that hand?
“Well,” she said, “where are you taking me?”
He looked at her, and suddenly he realized that maybe he didn’t have to remember how to flirt. Maybe he could just let things happen.
“My place?” he said, and suddenly she had taken hold of one of his hands and she was dragging him through the crowds, outside the bar, and then she pulled him to her and they were kissing, her mouth hot and eager, her tongue hungry as it pushed into his mouth. She took hold of his face in hers, and he took hold of her waist, and her body was even better than he had thought it was, her curves glorious and sexy, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. It was all coming back to him now.
“Where’s your car?” she asked him, and now it was his turn to lead her. They got to his car and then, when they were inside, they were kissing again, and now one of his hands went to one of her thighs, sliding up that silky smooth skin, pushing up slightly beneath her dress, wanting to feel more of her.
One of her hands moved down his chest, down to his pants, and he felt her rubbing at his rock-hard cock through them.
She broke off their kiss and looked into his eyes.
“Come on,” she said, “let’s go.”
She sat back in the car, and he pulled out.
She leaned up against him as he drove. He did his best to concentrate on the road. She took one of his hands and placed it on her thigh again. She began to move her hand up, up beneath her dress. He felt her move it closer to her panties. He could feel his cock throbbing urgently in his pants.
Then, just as his fingers brushed against her panties, she pulled his hand out.
She moved it up to one of her breasts, taking hold of it through her dress.
“You like?” she asked him.
“I like,” he said, breathlessly.
He pushed his hand down into the top of her dress, grabbing her breast properly. Then her hand went to his pants. He felt her massaging his cock through his pants, and then she was undoing them, pulling his cock out, and he felt her hand wrap around it.
“Oh my,” she purred, “who’s a big boy?”
Then, she bent down to his cock. He felt her kissing it, licking it, and then she took it in her mouth.
He reached down and grabbed hold of one of her breasts again, squeezing it as she sucked on his cock. He could hardly concentrate on the road in front of him. He had to do something.
He saw an empty parking lot and pulled off into it.
He slammed on the brakes and then slid his seat back.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her onto his lap so that she was straddling him.
He kissed her, roughly, his cock pushing against the crotch of her panties. She pulled at the buttons of his shirt, getting it undone, and he pulled her dress down, his hands on her succulent breasts, and then he bent down to them, sucking on them. His hands slid up her thighs, and one hand pushed her panties to one side, rubbing at her clit, slipping the tip of one finger inside her pussy, feeling her wetness. She moaned as he played with her, and her hand went to his cock again.
Then, he pulled her panties further to one side, and then she lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as he filled her up. She was so wet, so warm, so tight. It was wonderful to be inside her. She held his cock deep inside her, her weight pushing right down on it. He was sucking on her breasts, and now she turned his face up to hers, kissing him slowly as she began to rock back and forth on his cock, before she bent backward, pushing her breasts toward his mouth again, and then she was moaning again and again.
His hands were on her thighs, feeling the muscles in them work as she rode him, harder and harder.
She was moaning, crying out, and he moved one of his hands around to the front of her body. He felt his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy as he found her clit and rubbed at it. She cried out louder than before now, and she rode him harder, pounding away at his hard cock.
The whole car was rocking. If anyone were to pass by, then they would surely have heard the sounds, seen the car’s motion, and known just what was happening. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything other than this gorgeous woman on his cock.
She bent down to him, her hands on the seat rest behind him, and looked into his face as her orgasm rocked her body.
He held her there, his hands on her ass, as he came inside her.
Then, she climbed off him and sat back in her car seat.
“Well, that was a nice little warm-up,” she said.
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, giving one of her breasts one last squeeze before she pulled her dress back up.
He drove back to his house more excited than ever. His initial lust might have been sated somewhat, but now he was thinking about how hot she was, how good it had been to be inside her, how much fun they were going to have.
As soon as they were back at his place, he led her to the bathroom. They stripped one another naked and climbed into the shower, cleaning one another, their hands all over each other, his cock hard again as she wrapped her hand around it.
Then, he went to his knees and began to lap at her pussy. She grabbed the back of his head, pushing it in there as he tasted her, as she started to moan again. She tasted amazing and his tongue went t her clit, flicking at it eagerly.
He led her out of the shower stall and over to the bathroom sink. He bent her over it and looked at their reflections in the mirror. He reached around and squeezed one of her breasts. So, he thought to himself, is this what single life is going to be like? Well, I think that I could get used to this.
And then he pushed his cock into her from behind, fucking her hard, watching her breasts bouncing wildly in the mirror till he came inside her again.
That had been an incredible night for him, with plenty more fun to be had.
However, after that, it seemed as though things had settled down and his life had become quite boring. He felt as though he was stuck in a rut, and he wanted to get out of it. And, so, here he was, trying something new. He would have to see how it turned out and hope for the best. He was feeling quietly optimistic, but also nervous.
He decided that it was time for him to head out. He gave himself one last quick spray of cologne and made his way to the bar where everyone was meeting.
As soon as he walked in, he realized that this had been a mistake. One look at the people in the room and he could tell that he had nothing in common with any of them. He considered just turning and walking straight out, but it occurred to him that he had nowhere else to go, so he might as well give this a chance. What’s the worst that can happen, he thought to himself.
As it turned out, it seemed as though the worst thing that could happen was that he would find himself incredibly bored. As he had suspected, he had nothing in common with any of these people, and he soon regretted being there. It seemed as though all anyone wanted to talk about was how amazing their own business was, while being incredibly vague about what, exactly, these businesses were. Some of the people were even worse than that, trying to get him to invest in their new ventures. He started to wonder if that was all this was - some kind of glorified pitch meeting for businesses that he didn’t care about.
He had been holding onto the same drink since he got there. He felt as though he hadn’t even had a chance to have a sip - every time he tried to get a moment of peace, it seemed as though someone else wanted to talk to him, and he found himself forced to nod along to whatever it was that they were telling him.
In a moment of frustration, when he had a brief second of respite, he poured his drink into a plant pot and made his way to the door.
Just as he reached the door, he felt a hand take hold of his elbow. He felt his heart sink for a moment, thinking that he was getting dragged into another pitch that he wouldn’t be able to escape.
But, when he turned, he was facing a beautiful young woman whom he hadn’t even noticed there up till this point. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place where he had seen her before.
“It is you, isn’t it?” the young woman said. He had a chance to have a good look at her.
She looked as though he was about the same age as his daughter, in her early twenties. She was wearing a tight top that showed off incredible, round, perfect breasts, a flat stomach, and a slender waist.
She was also wearing a short skirt that showed off the longest, sexiest legs that he thought he had ever seen. They had a deep tan to them, as did the rest of her that he could see. He found himself wondering just how much of her was tanned, and he told himself to get a grip and stop thinking like that.
She had a beautiful face, slender with great bone structure, a small, button nose, full lips, big, blue eyes, long lashes, and long, blonde hair.
She was looking at him expectantly as he took in her beauty, and he felt lost for words.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “Do I know you?”
“It’s Zoe! I went to college with your daughter. That is - I hope I’ve got the right person. It is Dale, isn’t it?”
“It is, yeah.”