10 comments/ 21948 views/ 2 favorites Strange Day By: Calyxxx Today was the strangest day. I was so hungry after my jog, that the fridge was my first stop when I got home. Nothing looked particularly good, but finally, my eyes came to rest on the solution to my troubles. I reached into the fridge and extruded a carrot. Quickly, I shed my clothing and spread my legs apart a bit. Grabbing the carrot firmly by its top, I slowly slid the slender end inside my waiting pussy. Pushing it gently, I buried it until the thumb and finger I was using to hold it had warm juices running down them. I pumped the carrot in and out a few times, coating it thoroughly before sliding it out and bringing it to my mouth. The first crunch of a carrot is always the best, and this one was no exception. It felt so good to crunch down on it, that I made quick work of it and was soon standing in front of the fridge again, licking my lips, completely unsatisfied. I rummaged around again before noticing a nice ripe bunch of bananas sitting on top of it. Grinning, I grabbed one. I peeled it carefully and slowly, stopping when it was half peeled. I hopped up to sit on the counter and placed my feet on the edge, spreading them open wide, then quickly plunged the banana deep into my cunt. I was stopped by the peel, but began rubbing the banana in a circular motion as I felt the peel rubbing on my clit. Finally I needed to feel the banana deeper, so I ripped the rest of the peel off before pushing it inside with a single finger, letting it disappear inside me. I smiled to myself, feeling it inside me, my muscles contracting around it, before giving one quick push to pop it out. I licked the banana up and down, relishing the taste of myself on it, slid it down my throat and back up again before settling down to eat it all up. Like I said, it was a strange day. I was still feeling like there was more for me to eat, so I went back to the fridge and opened it again. My eyes then came to rest on a bag of cucumbers. Selecting one, I decided it was a special cucumber, the way it curved just slightly, and bumped in all the right places. I decided it was a cucumber for the dining room and moved there quickly, where I lit two long candles and hopped up beside them on the table. I lay my head back and spread my legs again, picking up the cucumber. With one hand, I spread the lips of my pussy, and with the other, traced the cucumber around the edges, and over my clit. A moan escaped my lips, the pressure of the cucumber on my clit increased, and the rubbing picked up speed. Unable to contain myself, I bit down on my lower lip, and taking the cucumber firmly in both hands, drove it fiercely into my waiting cunt. Over and over I pounded it in, drops of my satiny juices splashing onto my hands and arms. I wiggled back until my head was hanging off the edge of the table and without a chance to stifle it, screamed out in surprised joy as I pushed the cucumber in as far as it could go, feeling it stretch my insides deliciously. Soon, an orgasm rocked through my body, the suction it created between my pussy and the cucumber so intense it was hard to continue pumping it. Instead I pushed hard, forcing it in deeper, head flailing as the orgasm rippled through me. As it subsided, I carefully extracted the cucumber, and bit off the tip. I licked my lips, enjoying the taste before lowering to my pussy again. The now soft, moist end of the cucumber exposed its flesh and the feeling it provided my clit was amazing. I swirled it around and around, each time bringing me closer to a second orgasm. I stifled it by again plummeting the cucumber deep inside myself. Small frothy bubbles had been created at my clit and a quick finger scooped them up. An eager tongue ushered them into my mouth, and I felt them tingle as they burst. Strangely, a peculiar whirring sound filled my head, and I pondered it momentarily, my fist still pistoning the cucumber in and out of my dripping pussy. Sudden recollection snapped me to life and I withdrew the cucumber, quickly smooshing it back at my clit, bringing me to quick orgasm. Hopping off the table, I ran back to the kitchen to throw my clothes back on. After identifying the whirring noise as the garage door opening I cursed the fact that my husband must be home early. Grabbing the cucumber, I removed a cutting board and a knife from a drawer, and slicing it deftly, added it to the salad waiting on the counter. "Hi Honey!" My husband walked through the door and threw his jacket over a chair. "God, am I hungry. That salad looks great!" Keeping silent, I placed a bowl and a fork on the table and dished him up some salad. "Damn! This salad is excellent!" He exclaimed, shoveling fork after forkful of the stuff into his mouth. I smiled coyly at him. "Funny how the things you make yourself, always taste the best." Strange Day I walked over to the park for a little time in the sun and saw a friendly man. We talked a little and we both had interesting and differing points. We argued over girls, and the parade of fine flesh that walked through the park. Then it came more to us, to be with a man. I had to blush, hard it was a deep fantasy, a dream that did not let it's self be fully grasped. We talked, my desire to hear more grew his voice and manners drawing me in until we were walking out of the park. Now together his arm around me soft and secure. Feelings rushed over me is it wrong or just un-acted lust? We walked he took my hand and talked, of loving me. His pleasure would be in me. Now inside we waked down the steps to a cool half lit room. His soft hands held me replacing a hand for silk thongs. The silk, strong soft, firmly holding my arms. He stripped me and smiled in the half-light. I could see him undress, and play with his cock. He was shaved smooth, fingers running over the skin holding his cock. I tried to look at his face but that smooth cock and sack drew me back, back the moth I was. His face came into the light and his soft smile. I looked at him face hot with my blush. He ran his hands over my chest played with nipples and hair, then my navel and to my thick curly pubic hair. His hands held my sack and started to work my small soft cock to life. His breath warm and quiet, he stepped into me, pressing his chest to mine then kissing my moth. Forcing his tongue into it while he moved his cock next to mine. He was hard and now I was. The kisses stopped me stepped back and looked me over again and smiled. Walking away my eyes fixed on his ass as it disappeared into the dark. Now he walked into the dappled light holding a small try. Closer he came the try was filled with shaving tools. Now resting on a table the try was a shaving kit, hot water, cream and a razor. But my face and his are smooth, as is his cock; even now looking his legs were hairless. A small stool he sat down at my feet and again admired me. A great smile filled his face as he started to trim off my matted curls. Applying the warm cream his light touch held the razor. The scrape of a razor over that virgin skin my cock grew hard. I again was a moth my eyes following his hand as his light touch moved around my folded scrotum finding all the hair. My cock hurt I needed to cum, but also was scared because it was a man turning me on. More warm water he washed me off. His smile grew, as I did not fade, with the warm water over my penis. But I wanted to cum no needed to now. I was tense with his breath on my newly shaved skin. His slow kisses from one thigh to the other. I could only try to move my hips to get my cock in that mouth. But he pushed my hips back against the wall. A smile and breathy laugh was all that mouth gave. He leaned back and cupped my balls. He held his and started to pump hard. Standing he moved close again and told me was going to cum all over me. He did exploding on to me. Thick white ropes hit my body. His seed on my own cock and sack his smile filled his face. Before I knew it he was sucking me I begging for it more and more. He had licked all his cum off and now it would be mine in his mouth. Relief and warmth filled my body, I gave him what he wanted, my seed in his moth. He licked it all up. When he was done, he tied a small bit of silk around the base of my sack and tied it at the top base of my now growing cock. It was my gift he said, I was his and we would play again. He dressed me and untied the silk on my wrists. Then back out to the park, the silk brushing my smooth skin, I would now shave there as well. Strange Day For as long as I can remember I have been classed as a tomboy for several different reasons. The two main reasons are the way that I dressed and that I looked like a boy. I don't have the facial hair and deep voice of one but I do have that sort of face, short hair and that type of body, in other words I did not have any breasts to speak of. No boy used to look at me as if they wanted to date me, the only reason they were near me was because I acted like them and I was fun to hang around. But that all changed when I turned 18 and realized that my body had changed to that of a woman and that I was a late, very late bloomer. When I checked myself in the mirror every morning I found to my shock that my breasts were getting bigger and I wondered how I was going to hide them from the boys that I hung out with. I noticed also that my face had gotten a little softer and looked more like a woman's should be. I realized when I looked at my face that the haircut that I had was not enough any more and decided to let it grow out. As I let my hair grow out I noticed that I looked totally different- more feminine and all the boys that I hung out with noticed it too. The first real change that I noticed was that they did not play as roughly and they were more guarded with what they talked about which made me kind of sad in what I was losing by changing this way. I also noticed one thing that was strange with all the guys; they kept on looked at me when they thought that I wasn't looking and kept on checking out my body. I tried to hide my figure from them and wore the same clothes that I did but with the way that my body had developed it was proving to be far more difficult than I realized. I wondered if I should stop hanging out with them now that I looked like a woman but I told myself that they were my friends and nothing would happen between us. I actually should have seen that what had happened with me had changed things and I could never change them back. I didn't even realize the way I looked now had changed the way that every other male around me was thinking until the one day that I got on the bus. When I got up that morning I decided to try something different and asked my sister if I could borrow a skirt of hers which she was shocked by. She let me borrow a skirt of hers which was fairly short and when I got dressed that morning I was fairly self conscious by the way that I looked as it was nothing like myself, how I usually dressed. I then joined my sister and as we walked to the bus stop I noticed everyone who was looking at me and couldn't help but blush and smile, this was something very new to me and I could not help but wonder if I should change because of this. I stood there and waited for the bus to come and I couldn't help but notice the looks that I was getting from the guys and some of the girls around me. I did not want to look at them but some part of me did; I wanted to acknowledge what it was they were looking at. Just then the bus showed up and I was glad that it did, as I didn't actually want to be there at that point in time, as the attention that I was getting was getting weird. As soon as I got onto the bus though I noticed two things- the first thing was that it was very crowded and it was full of kids from my school. I walked to near the middle of the bus but as soon as I did I knew that it was the wrong thing to do as I felt crushed in there and knew that it would remain like that until we all got to the school. As I stood there and waited for the bus to take us all to school I wondered what was going to happen when I got there. Were all my friends going to still be weird around me because of the way that I looked now, especially with the way that I was dressed? I tried to answer that question but before I could come up with an answer I felt something brush against my ass. At first it shocked me and I wondered if someone was fondling me but then I realized that it must have been by accident because of how crushed we were in the bus but then I felt it again and knew that there was no way that this was a mistake, especially when the hand that touched me lingered there. As I felt the person's hand moving across my ass I knew that this was no accident- this person, whoever it was was touching my ass and he was doing it on purpose. The person's hand began to slowly move over my ass before he lightly squeezed it. As he touched my ass I felt something growing within me and tried to deny it but try as I might what I could feel was something I did not want to. This mystery person who had obviously liked what he had seen when I got onto the bus and decided to make his move while we where trapped in there was starting to turn me on. I tried to move away, to get away from this hand that was touching me and turning me on but try as I might I couldn't and this person kept running his hand over my ass. Suddenly I felt this hand moving down to my ass, towards my thigh and I wondered what was going to happen but my unasked question was answered when I felt it move under my skirt. I felt as this person's fingers began to move slowly up my thigh towards my panties. As soon as I felt his fingers nearing my panties I felt instant panic and knew that I should move away but some part of me wanted me to stay and see what was going to happen. The person's hand moved further up and I suddenly felt those fingers touch my panties near my pussy. As if thinking by themselves my legs slowly opened up and I moved even closer to the hand, wanting it to touch my pussy. Just then the unknown person's hand moved away as if he did not want to do this any more and he feared that he had been caught. He thought that I would tell someone what he was doing to me and moved his hand away completely which I surprised myself by not wanting to happen. I stood there for several long moments with my legs still slightly open and wondered if this person was going to start again or had I scared him off? Just then I felt the person's hand on my ass again and breathed a silent sigh of relief as I wanted that hand to stay there and I did not know why. But then I realized why and it stunned me- I wanted this hand to touch me- to make me wet and make me cum. I was so shocked by that thought that it almost made me fall to the floor and I had to grab hold of one of the straps so that I didn't. As soon as I did the person must have thought that was a signal to start what he was doing again and he quickly moved his hand under my skirt and ran his fingers over my pussy, on top of my panties. I almost started moaning loudly when he did that but I stopped myself in time, as I knew f I did it would attract attention to me and I knew that was the last thing the person who was fondling me wanted. Just then I felt the man's hands move to the edge of my panties and I wanted him to reach under them and touch my pussy but some part of me knew that this was wrong and I wanted him to stop but as soon as I felt his fingers go under my panties to my bare pussy that part of me disappeared and I just wanted him to keep on touching me. Suddenly I felt him pull my panties aside and before I could ask myself why I felt his fingers running over my pussy again and I knew all he wanted was free access. Just then I felt that my pussy was starting to get wet and I wondered if it was because of what those fingers were doing to my pussy but then I realized that was exactly what the reason for it was. Suddenly the person's fingers found my clit and started to run his fingers over it and as soon as he did my knees went weak and I was lucky to be holding onto the strap or I would have fallen to the floor. This person's fingers began to rub my clit and I wanted to badly to scream out over the sensations- to tell everyone what was happening to me but I knew that if I did everyone would know what was going on and both of us- the person behind me and myself would be thrown off the bus. Just then the person's fingers moved down to my pussy and as he began to run his fingers over it and my clit the bus came to a sudden stop and his fingers went deep into my pussy and I wanted to scream out in pain. Nobody had ever done that to me and I had never been that stretched open before. I stood there and wanted his fingers out of my pussy but he kept them in there but as if he knew that I was hurting did not move them for which I was very grateful. After a few seconds he began to slowly move them and instead of feeling the pain I felt extreme pleasure and I wanted this person's fingers to keep moving around in my already dripping wet pussy forever. The pleasure his two fingers were giving me were intense and I never wanted it to stop- I actually shocked myself by listening to the inner voice that said please God let this bus never make it to school. But it seems as soon as those thoughts entered my head the bus came to an almost screeching halt, which sent the person's fingers deeper into my pussy, causing me to have a sharp intake of breath. I looked out the window and let out a sigh to see the school sitting out there and an even greater sigh when the person's fingers slid out from inside my pussy. I then felt my panties being pulled back and my skirt being straightened and knew that we had to get off the bus to school. As soon as we moved to the entrance of the bus though one thought came to my mind- I wanted to try and see who had been fondling me on the bus. I knew that it would be hard to find out but I wanted to try and as we disembarked I stood there as if waiting for my sister and watched the face of every person to see if I could determine just who it was. I watched everyone as they got off the bus, trying to figure it out but as the bus began to empty I was no close to finding out who it was until I saw one of my friends coming out of the bus and look at me with a smile. I didn't think that was unusual as he always smiled but when he saw me standing there his smile got wider and he brought one of his hands up to his mouth and licked it as if it were an ice cream cone. As he slowly walked past me I found myself totally speechless and unable to bring a single thought into my head. I then turned my head to look at him walk into the school grounds and thought that it was impossible- he wouldn't have done it to me, would he? I tried to laugh that thought off but then I realized that he was just a guy and I had turned into what he called a babe. I knew that if he had done it to me on the bus then my friendship was pretty much over but if he hadn't then I would be destroying if for nothing. But how was I going to find out? I could not go and ask him if he had slid his fingers deep into my pussy- I knew I couldn't. I let out a sigh and walked into the school grounds, wondering what else was going to happen to me today? I walked slowly over to where my friends and I usually sat and was surprised to see Andrew, the one that I had seen getting off the bus sitting there alone. I debated with myself as to whether or not to sit there with him but when I saw him look at me and smile I knew that it would be rude not to and walked to where he sat, feeling a little uneasy. I sat down next to him, put my backpack down on the seat and looked at him while I tried to figure out how to ask him. "So, did you have a good bus ride here?" he asked me. My eyes widened and at first I didn't know what to say but then the first thing that came into my head flew out of my mouth, "It was you? You did that to me?" "I did what to you?" he looked at me questioningly, "I just wanted to know if you had a good ride on the way here- being crammed in there like a sardine in a can." I breathed out a deep sigh of relief and as soon as I did his eyebrows raised and I knew he wanted to know what happened. "Someone smacked me on the ass. I just thought it was you." He surprisingly had an extremely serious look on his face and I wondered what had put it there. I looked at him and wondered why he had become so serious. "What's wrong?" He looked at me for a second or two, not saying a word but then he smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was just thinking of something else." I looked straight at him, "You are getting weird Andrew. You know that." Andrew opened his mouth to answer but before he could Josh walked up to us and dropped his backpack down beside me, which caused me to jump. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to say something but before I could Josh said, "God, that bus was packed. No wonder you looked a little flustered when you got off it." I blushed and looked at him but couldn't say a word- I couldn't tell them that someone had just had finger fucked me on the bus and had gotten me worked up. He just looked straight at me as if I was going crazy and I knew that if I told him what had happened two things would happen, he would either just laugh or he would tease me mercilessly which made me sit down and keep quiet. Andrew then looked at me and said, "What is wrong with you, have you not heard a thing that we said." I looked at him, "Huh, what did you say?" Andrew shook his head, "Jeez, you are getting too weird Sarah, you know that don't you." "Sorry, I just had my mind on other things." Josh moved close and sat down next to me, "What is wrong with you today?" "It is nothing. It is just that the bus ride was strange." "Strange; how?" "It is nothing." Andrew just looked at me as if I was going crazy or I had already done so and Josh looked as if he wanted to say something but he was keeping his mouth closed although I saw a grin on his face. I looked straight at him and wondered if he knew something but did not want to give it away but before I could ask him the bell went off and I looked at them then said that I would see them during the first break. As soon as I walked away from them the only thing that I could think about was what had happened to me on the bus and how the man's fingers had felt as they slid in and out of me, which sent a shiver up my spine. I walked slowly to my first class and for once was glad that it was gym as it meant that I would be able to get my mind off what had happened to me and how my pussy was still wet just thinking about it. The only thing I could think about as I walked was how I wanted nothing more than to feel something sliding in and out of my pussy and I wondered what was wrong with me as it was the first time that I had ever felt something like this. I felt as though I was on fire and the only thing that could put it out was for me to have an orgasm that allowed me to scream at the top of my lungs, letting everyone around me know what I was doing. I entered the main building and as soon as I did I looked left and right down the hallway to try and find a place to hide, take my clothing off and masturbate. I knew that I was going mad by thinking this way but it was as if my mind was stuck below my waist, at my pussy which was screaming to be touched- screaming to have me or someone else slide something deep into it. I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to clear my head but it was as if my pussy was controlling me and I wondered if anyone in the hall around me was looking at me with the knowledge of what I was going about, could even smell the juices that were making my panties dripping wet. I knew that I was being paranoid and that nobody knew what was going on with me but it made me move even faster to the gym. When I entered the locker room I was glad that it was empty as it gave me the chance to get changed in solitude, with nobody around to disturb me. I walked slowly to my locker and opened it, pulled out my gym clothes and dropped them to the bench and placed my bag in my locker. As soon as I placed my foot on the bench to take off my shoe however a smell assailed me and I knew what it was. The smell of my aroused pussy struck me like a hammer; making my senses go out of control and making my thoughts focus onto it again. It made me want to do nothing more than take off my panties and masturbate so badly that it caused every other thought to be pushed aside. Just then I heard the locker room door open and it made me focus again which made me start to untie my shoelace although the smell of my pussy was strong in the air. I knew that I had to ignore it but it was so hard that it was making me feel as if I was going so slow that time itself had stopped. It was then that I noticed the presence of a person standing there looking at me and when I looked up I saw Carole standing there looking at me. She pushed up her glasses and seemed to be focusing hard on something which made me wonder what it was until I remembered where I was and how I was standing which made me take my leg off the bench. She then looked at my face as if she just realized that I was there and the first thing that I noticed was the redness on her cheeks. I looked at her in shock and wondered if she had been looking at my legs or she could even smell me but before I even had a chance she turned quickly and walked away to her locker. I shook my head and wondered how this day could get any weirder for me then proceeded to take off my shoes and t-shirt, leaving me standing there in my panties, skirt and bra. I then hooked my fingers into the elastic of my skirt and as slowly pulled it down, bending over as I did and as soon as I bent over it was as if a shock of cold air suddenly hit my wet panties, driving me insane. I wanted nothing more than to take them off and slide my fingers deep into my pussy but I knew that I could not or someone would wonder where I was and come to find me just to find me in this predicament and then I would be in serious trouble. I stood up straight and grabbed my gym clothes then pulled them on and put my gym shoes on, throwing my other clothes into my locker and closing it. I turned and walked out of the locker room into the gym and as soon as I did I saw that everyone was already there and that they had been paired off. It was then that the gym teacher, Mr. Sinclair turned his head and looked at me, "Nice of you to finally join us Miss Jamieson, now if you would be so kind to join the rest of us I can tell you all what is going to happen. I have paired you all up for a reason and that reason is, oh god- is everyone going to be late this day." As soon as I turned my head towards the locker room I was not at all surprised to see Carole as she walked into the gym and pushed her glasses up. "Now that you have joined us you can go and stand by Miss Jamieson as you are now her partner." Everyone started to snicker at that which caused Mr. Sinclair to look at everyone, "Oh do shut up and let me finish. Seeming as it is a double lot of gym today and I have you lovely people for two hours I have decided that you are all going to have a little bit of fun. I have paired you all off into different teams so this is what is going to happen. You are going to leave this gym and go on a little run around the campus and surrounding area but this is the fun part to it and the reason I have paired you off which I think you can already guess to but I will tell you anyway. The object of this little run is to win of course but in order for you to finish both of you have to cross the line at the same time- does that not sound like fun?" Everyone groaned as soon as Mr. Sinclair finished and I knew that it was going to be hard for me to win this run but there was one thing I was glad of, it was going to take my focus away from my arousal. "Oh, one thing I forgot to mention. There is a little prize for the team who wins this race- the winning team will finish the gym class as soon as they have finished the race and they can do whatever they wish to do while the rest of you will have to finish the rest of the gym class, no matter how exhausted you are." I knew that I wanted to finish this class as quickly as possible as that meant that I could do the one thing my body was screaming out for but it was then that Carole turned to me. "Do you want to finish this race first, do you want to win this race?" "Yes, I want to finish as quickly as possible, there is something I have to do." "Okay, I will run as fast as I can but you have to promise me one thing. If we win then you have to do what I ask of you as soon as we are in the locker room, do you agree." Strange Day Before I could agree Mr. Sinclair blew his whistle and everyone ran for the door, knowing what it meant if they got back here first. We all flew out of the gym and as soon as we exited we saw the path laid down before us and as soon as we started to follow it I knew that everyone had one thought foremost in their heads as it was the same as I had, I wanted to win. I began to run as fast as I could and started to pass people but as I did I remembered that I was part of a team which made me start to slow down until I heard a voice beside me, "What are you slowing down for, I thought that you wanted to win this." I looked beside me and was shocked to see Carole running at the same pace I was and not even showing that it was demanding for her to do so. As we ran along the path our pace started to quicken and I noticed that I was started to get pushed along by Carole which made me wonder what was pushing her, what was making her run this hard. Pretty soon I noticed that we had a sizeable lead on the closest team and I wondered if we should slow down and turned to Carole, "Should we slow down, we have got such a big lead that it is going to be hard for anyone to catch up to us." Carole looked at me with a smile, "No, I want to win this convincingly so that we have as much time together as possible." I wanted to ask her what she meant by that question but before I could she began to pick up the pace and I never got the chance. As soon as we hit the campus again I felt like my lungs were going to burst and all I wanted to do was collapse on the ground but I knew that Carole wanted nothing more than to win this although I did not know why. She had been pushing me hard for the entire race and it made me wonder what her reason for it but for once I did not care as we were clearly winning the race and it had taken my mine off my arousal. I was so glad to see the gym appear in front of me that I began to run as hard as I could to get to it, even though I felt as though my legs were going to fall off. When we entered the gym Mr. Sinclair was so surprised by how fast it had taken us to get back that he asked if we had cheated but when Carole vehemently denied it he told us that we should both enter the track team. We both wanted to laugh at that but it made me wonder if I should but before I could give a voice to that question Mr. Sinclair told us that we could now do whatever we wanted with the time that we had and turned around to leave us both standing there. It was then that Carole turned to me, "Remember what you promised me, if we won this race then you will do whatever I ask of you when we get to the locker room." In the duration of the race I had totally forgotten about it but I shook my head anyway, curiosity getting the best of me. The two of us slowly headed towards the locker room and as I followed Carole I wondered what she was thinking. As soon as we entered the locker room I expected her to turn to me and tell me what she wanted but I was surprised when she turned to me and told me that we both needed to take a shower. I slowly walked over to my locker and grabbed my towel before making my way to the showers but before I could get there I was stopped by Carole who shook her head. I gave her a questioning look but before I could even ask the question she grabbed my hand and half dragged me to another part of the showers, away from everywhere else. I wanted to ask her where we were going but I knew by the way she held my hand that I would not get an answer from her. We stopped suddenly and I opened my mouth to ask her where we were and what we were going to do but before I could she kissed me deeply on the lips as she took my ass in her hands and started to caress it softly. At first I started to protest, I wanted to tell her that this was not what I wanted but I found myself starting to get aroused by the attention that I was receiving and moved closer to her, wanting nothing more than to feel her hands all over me. I placed my hands on her ass and before I knew it I was kissing her back, teasing her tongue with mine. I held her even closer to me, feeling her body near mine and all that I wanted was to spend time with her so that she could take me places, do things with me that I did not think I would ever do. She suddenly moved away from me which caused me to whimper and I opened my mouth to ask if I had done anything wrong but she smiled at me, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. As soon as she did I was instantly surprised by her body. I did not want to consider myself as a snob but the first time that I looked at Carole I did not think that she would have a body like the one she did. She had the nicest body that I had ever seen and it made me want to do things to it that had never entered my mind before. She looked at me with a smile and motioned me forward which I did so quickly that it surprised me. I stood there with lust clearly written in my eyes to which she asked one thing, "Do you like what you see, do you want to do something with me?" I stood there, my arousal taking over but there was a part of me that wondered if this was right; if I should do this at all. I wanted to ask her that question but Carole just took off her glasses, let out her hair and walked to me, running her fingers down my cheek. I felt a sound escape my throat before I could stop it which caused Carole to smile then move closer and kiss me again. As she did she pulled me towards her and I felt her large breasts pressed against mine. "Why do you want to do this with me?" I asked me as soon as she finished kissing me. Carole laughed, "Why do you think? You are a truly beautiful woman and I would love nothing better than to take off all your clothes and know what you taste like. Do not say that you do not want that as I can see it in your eyes. I can see that you want this as much as I do if not more." I knew that I could tell her that I didn't feel that but I also knew that I would be lying as I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I knew that I wanted this to happen more than I could put into words so I grabbed Carole before either of us could say another thing and kissed her deeply on the lips. As I began to tease her tongue with mine I started to run my hands over her back, noticing just how smooth it was. She pulled me closer and I could feel her breasts pushed close to mine which made my nipples get erect. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her deeply on the lips but she moved away from me again and I felt her grab the bottom of my t-shirt. She slowly began to pull it up and when I felt the cool air hit my breasts I felt my nipples get so hard until they began to hurt. She stood there for a second and looked at me with a smile on her face. "You certainly look different Sarah. I have been thinking of you since you began to blossom. I know that all the guys want to see you naked and do other things to you but I wanted to be the first." I stood there for a second or two in shock as I did not realize the effect that I was having on people since I had blossomed so to speak. It then made me wonder what my friends thought of me but before I could come up with any answer a gasp escaped from my lips and I looked down to see Carole running her tongue over my nipples. She let out a small sound of pleasure as she ran her tongue slowly over my breasts and I knew that I could not stop her, in truth I did not want to stop her as I wanted to see what she would do next. As I stood there I wondered just how much time we would have in here but Carole looked up at me, "Do not worry about the time. We have a double period of gym today so we have all the time in the world." A large smile came to my face then as Carole began to lick my breasts once more then take them into her mouth and suck them. I knew that I did not want this to end, I was in total heaven and all I wanted was for Carole to do more than this to me. I felt the cold air on my pussy then and looked down to see that Carole was slowly pushing down my shorts. She stopped sucking on my breasts and looked at me, "Do you want me to do more?" "Oh please god, yes," was all I could manage to say. Carole then got to her knees and as I watched her pulled down my shorts until they were around one ankle. She looked straight at my pussy and smiled when she saw that it didn't have my hair on it. "I love tasting a pussy that has been shaved. There is just something about running my tongue over something so smooth." I wanted to ask her what she meant but she led me to one of the benches and asked me to lay down on it. As soon as I had she put her hands on my knees and began to slowly push them apart. At first I wanted to stop her, I did not want this to happen but when I looked at her I knew that I did and I was just lying to myself. I watched her as she pushed my legs apart and looked down at my pussy, a gaze of lust in her eyes. She looked at me; her eyes glazed over and told me not to move before she knelt down next to the bench. At first I wanted to ask her what she was going to do but as soon as I felt her touch my pussy every thought disappeared from my head and I knew that I did not want to leave here. I looked down at her and saw Carole's hand between my legs then lay my head back and closed my eyes. I knew that it was strange because I could easily see what was happening to me but I wanted it to be like what had happened to me in the bus, I wanted to be touched and not know what was happening to me. I lay there as I felt Carole's fingers move over my now drenched pussy and wanted to moan so loudly that anyone would hear me but I knew what would happen if I did, what would happen if we were caught. I knew I didn't want Carole to stop as she was doing things to me I had only heard and dreamt of. Her fingers moving over my pussy were like magic and all I wanted was for them to be inside me like the man's were on the bus but knew that she wanted to take her time, that she had been wanting this for so long and did not want to rush it. Her fingers suddenly stopped moving over my pussy and I let out a soft whimper as I did not want this to end but it was then that I felt something different moving over my pussy, something softer and wetter. My eyes shot open when I felt it as it was driving me nuts and when I looked down to see Carole's head between my legs I could not stop the soft moan from escaping from my lips. I let my head fall back as Carole's tongue moved over my pussy, tasting it. I raised my head to look at her again and all that I wanted was for her head to stay there, for her tongue to continue tasting me and sending me in heights of ecstasy I didn't think were possible. It was then that I realized that this was my first sexual experience and even though it was with another woman I did not care as I did not want it to be over. I wanted nothing more than for it to continue until I had cum so much I could not walk under my own power. I placed my hands onto her head and pulled her face closer to me just to feel her tongue moving faster over pussy which was now so wet that I could feel it dripping down the crack of my ass onto the bench below. I started to moan a little louder then and as I did I saw Carole's hand move down between her own legs and heard a little moan come from her. My eyes went wide when I realized that she was masturbating because of what she was doing to me and that it was turning me on even more than what her tongue was doing. I wanted to stop her and tell her that she should take off her shorts but when I rose up and looked down her back it was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing any shorts. I knew that this wasn't the first time I had seen a woman's ass before but to me Carole had the most perfect ass I had ever seen and that I wanted it in my hands. Before I knew what was happening Carole suddenly stopped running her tongue over my pussy which made me want to pull her head back. She raised her head to look at me, a small smile on her face and the first thing I noticed was that her mouth was wet. She slowly began to run her tongue over her lips which made me want to kiss her before she said, "I know that this is your first time at this but I want you to lick my pussy. I can see it in your eyes that you want to but please don't be afraid. I was like you my first time and now look at me. All it takes is for you to do it once." "I don't know if I can do this. I have never done it before." "I know. I can tell it by the look in your eyes but there is no need to be afraid. It is easy to do." I wanted to tell her that it was easy for her to say that as she had done it several times but I also knew that she was right, that I wanted to run my tongue over her pussy; that I wanted to see what her pussy tasted like. I looked into her eyes just to see the smile come to her face. Before I knew what was happening Carole slowly moved so that she was standing just over my face. She looked down at me, the smile still there, "I know that you are a little scared but there is no need to be. I will stop if you want." With those words still ringing in my ears Carole lowered herself down onto my face and the first thing that I noticed was the smell. It was the most amazing smell that had ever come to me and I knew that I would want nothing more than to smell it again and again. With that thought foremost in my mind I poked my tongue out gingerly, just to see what she tasted like and as soon as it coated the tip of my tongue my eyes shot open and my hands moved as if of their own accord to her ass. As I started to run my tongue over her pussy there was only one other thought that went through my head. Her ass was totally exquisite! To look at her ass was something but to actually feel it in my hands was something else entirely. It was firm to touch but it was also kind of like mine, soft to touch. I knew that there was nowhere else that I would rather be at this second and as Carole lowered herself even more onto my face I started to lick her pussy with utmost abandon. It was then that I felt her moving above me and wanted to ask her what she was doing but at the same time did not want to stop what I was doing to her. I did not want to stop licking her pussy and that one fact amazed me above anything else. This was only my first real sexual experience and I was in a locker room with a woman and loving it more than I could ever say. I then realized why Carole had been moving earlier when I felt her place her hands on my ass and begin to run her tongue over my pussy. As she started to do so I could not help but let out a soft moan which was copied by Carole as I began to lick her once more. I knew that if anyone came into the locker room at that point that they would smell something in the air and find us on the bench licking each other but at that point I did not care. All I cared about was just how delicious Carole's pussy tasted and that I wanted more of it. Just then I felt her fingers slowly slide into my pussy and let out an even louder moan than before. It was the one thing that I wanted her to do to me before but I was glad that she hadn't. As her fingers slowly slid in and out of me all that I could hear was just how wet I was and notice how different it was to the man's. "My, you are wet right now. If I had brought something with me then I could have used that but I guess that my fingers and tongue will have to do," Carole said. I wanted to tell her that what she was doing was more than I would want from her but before I could she put her head between my legs again and started to lick my pussy even harder and faster than she had been. As she did I pulled her down onto my face and let out a loud scream which was thankfully muffled by her. "I guess that you liked that Sarah. But do not worry. I have not finished yet." All that I could think of at that point was please do not let this finish, please let time around us stop so that Carole and I could be in this room forever but I knew that would never happen. I looked up at her pussy and when I saw how wet it was I knew there was only one thing that I could do about that. I put my hands on her ass again and began to lick her once more, reveling in the taste of her. It was better than anything I have ever smelt or tasted before and all that I wanted was more of it. I began to lick her faster and faster until it felt as if my tongue was going to fall out of my mouth but all that I wanted was to keep licking the juices from her which were even now dripping down onto my face. Just then I felt something building up with me and stopped to ask Carole what was happening to me but before I could I felt a sort of explosion deep within me. It felt as though everything above my waist was numb and all of my energy was concentrated between my legs. As I lay there I could feel Carole's tongue moving furiously over me but I could not move or even say anything. All of a sudden she stopped but as I tried to find the words to ask her why she sat up slowly. "I guess you really do like what I am doing to you Sarah. I have never had anyone that I have been with cum as much as you just did." I opened my mouth to apologize but as if knowing what I was about to say I heard Carole say, "There is nothing to apologize for. That was the most amazing thing I have ever tasted." She lay down on top of me again and without saying another word began to lick me and slide her fingers in and out of my now dripping wet pussy harder and faster than she had been before. All I could feel at that point was everything below my waist and I knew that I did not want it to end. It was by far the most incredible thing that had ever happened to me and with a smile I knew that it was because of the change that had come over me. I knew that without it nothing like this would ever have happened to me. It was then that Carole began to move her ass back and forth and I knew that she wanted me to do to her what she had just done to me and I knew that I was only too happy to oblige her. I placed my hands on her ass again and began to lick her as if it was the last glass of water and I was a very thirsty man. I wanted to know what she would taste like when she came and I knew that I would do anything to make that happen. Without another thought I slid one finger deep into her, only to hear Carole moan and ask for more. I didn't say a word as I slid another finger into her and felt her pussy contract around my finger as if welcoming it there. As I slid my fingers in and out of her I knew that I had no idea of what I was doing but as I felt Carole's fingers sliding in and out of me I realized the only thing I could do was copy her and began to slide my fingers in and out of her at the same speed as her. When she moaned loudly and pressed herself even harder onto my face I knew that I was doing the right thing and started to do it faster as my tongue found her clit and I started to run my tongue over that. Carole jumped as soon as my tongue made contact with her clit and in between her moans she told me that I was good at this, that I could lick her pussy any time I wanted. As I started to slide my fingers in and out of her faster and move my tongue over her clit even faster I did not know what to say about that. I knew that this was a strange thing to happen to me for my first sexual experience but I knew that there was one thing that was stranger, the fact that I liked it. I wanted nothing more than to stay here with Carole and lick her as she licked me for as long as I could and that fact alone made me wonder if I was a lesbian. I knew that I did not care if I was at that point, all I cared about was Carole and what we were doing. Just then Carole began to moan even louder and started to move around which made me push her down onto my face even harder but just as I did I felt something dripping over my tongue, something that was far sweeter than any honey I had ever tasted. It was the most glorious thing that I had ever tasted in my life and at that point I knew that I wanted more. Strange Day As I began to lick her pussy faster however I heard the door to the gym open and felt Carole move to get off me. I let out a small whimper as she did as I did not want this to end but I knew that if we were caught there would be stories flying around the school by the end of the day. I knew the last thing I wanted was for that to happen and moved quickly off the bench, grabbing my clothes as I did. Carole then took my hand in hers and with a smile moved to the shower and watched as I put my clothes down. As I moved towards her she turned the shower on then moved towards me and kissed me softly on the lips. "This is not the end Sarah," she said before she moved away from me and I felt the water splash over me. All I knew was that I did not want it to be the end, that I wanted this to be the start of something between the two of us. Strange Day It was hot; almost too hot for the time of year. She was lying next to him, watching him doze off. They had spent the last half hour making out, and now they were side by side on his bed. She was listening to the neighborhood children yell and play outside. He was breathing, gently and deeply, lying on his back with no shirt on. She was in shorts and a tank-top, biting her lip as she watched his chest slowly rise and fall. Everything about him was intoxicating to her; his smell, his body, his voice, even the sound of his breathing. She was propped up on one elbow, staring at his lean, muscular chest. Slowly, she reached out and brushed his nipple. He took a sharp intake of breath and then moaned. Opening his eyes, he smiled at her. She returned the smile and then shyly looked down at the bed, causing some of her hair to fall across her face. Gently he brushed the hair away, rested his hand on her cheek. She pressed her face into his hand, enjoying the feel of his warm palm despite the heat. Slowly he traced his fingertips from her neck down the side of her body, all the way down her exposed thigh to her knee and back up to the hem of her shorts. His hand rested there while he stared at her legs. He caressed her thigh, smiling. "That's a whole lot of leg there," he was grinning down at her long, tan legs. "Nice and long." "Thanks," she said with a slight giggle. "I grew them myself." "And you did an excellent job of it," he said with the tone of an adult praising a small child. She playfully slapped him on the shoulder and glared at him. "Yeah, you just want them wrapped around you," she giggled at her own comment. He said nothing, just stared into her eyes for a moment. With one hand on the small of her back, he pulled her into him so their bodies were pressed together as they kissed, their hands roaming each other's bodies. He was cupping her breasts, and then caressing and grasping her ass. She was running her hands through his hair and then lightly dancing her fingers across his chest and back. He was responsive to her touch and she could see goose bumps forming on his arms and chest. "You seem to like that," she said softly. "You have very soft hands," his voice was barely above a whisper. He began kissing her again, carefully pushing her onto her back. As he kissed her, he pulled the top of her shirt down to expose her breasts. He kissed her down her neck and chest until he found the left nipple. He sucked and nibbled on it then moved to the right. Something about his every kiss, every touch, sent sparks of electricity throughout her body. She had never felt so aroused. As his mouth continued to work on her tits, his hand rubbed her stomach her sides, her legs, her inner thighs, her neck, her hair. Everywhere but where she wanted him to. And then, as if he had read her mind, his fingers began to go up the bottom of her shorts. He toyed with the area between her shorts and her pussy. She was beginning to think she couldn't take anymore. Leaning back on his knees, he undid her shorts and pulled them off her, leaving her black thong exposed. Then he removed her tank-top. She lay on his bed, nude but for her panties. "Damn," he breathed, appreciating her naked body exposed before him. She reached up and traced a finger down his stomach, brushed her hand across the front of his pants. "Fuck," she whispered feeling how hard he was. He smiled at this and removed his pants. He kneeled, completely naked, still staring at her body. Again he leaned down and began sucking her tits. This time his hand reached into her panties, petting the lips of her neatly trimmed pussy. As he alternated between deeply kissing her and sucking on her breasts, his finger experimentally pushed into her hot, wet opening or toyed with her clit. She moaned and writhed in ecstasy. He drew a hand down the side of her body again, making her shudder. This time, he removed her panties, kissing down her body. Her eyes were closed as she felt his tongue slide between her lips and up to her clit, licking her like an ice cream cone. She arched her back and moaned deeply as he slid two fingers into her while his tongue continued working. Her hips took over with a life of their own as he played with her G-spot and licked, sucked, nibbled her clit. She felt her orgasm wash over her, coming harder then she could remember ever doing before. He lay down next to her on the bed, still gently petting her. "Damn, you could almost take a guy's hand off," he said gently. "What do you mean?" "Amazing muscle control down there," he laughed. She just smiled and gently rolled him onto his back. She kissed him, running her hands all over his body this time. Reaching down, she began stroking his cock, marveling at its size. She had to have it in her mouth. Kissing and licking her way down his chest and stomach, she brought her mouth down to his dick and began licking the tip. Greedily, she sucked it into her mouth, hearing his breathing increase, she swallowed his whole cock. His hands reached down grabbed her hair, pulling it as she bobbed her head up and down. She turned her body sideways so his fingers could once again enter her as she pleasured him with her mouth. He slid a finger in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb, almost bringing her to another orgasm as her lips drew tighter and tighter around him. She released him from her mouth and lay back on the bed. He climbed onto his knees between her legs, hovering over her, the tip of his cock resting on her labia. She reached out, grabbing his ass, and pulled him into her. She almost screamed as he entered, he was bigger than she had imagined. He filled her completely as he began to move in and out of her; gently at first, but with more force as her hips rose to meet him. She clawed at his arms, his back, anywhere she could reach as she felt another orgasm building inside her. "Yes, come for me baby," he whispered. It was enough to send her over the edge. She came again; enjoying the heightened sensation of him inside of her. When she was done, he rolled over, pulling her on top of him "Ride me, fuck me." Her hips rolled back and forth as he plunged further inside her. His length filling her so much she felt like he was going to split her in two. She rode him, harder and faster. He held onto her hips, guiding her movements. She squeezed her own tits as he made her come again. Shaking and sweaty, she continued to ride his cock, enjoying the feeling of him so deep inside her. She turned around on him, so he could see her ass this time, riding him in reverse. He squeezed her ass and rubbed her legs. Pushing her slightly off him, he moved her onto her hands and knees. Forcefully, he took her from behind, pounding her so hard that she had to fight to keep her balance. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck, fuck!" she screamed as he brought her to yet another orgasm. After she came, he moved her onto her back again. Putting her legs up on his shoulders, he pushed deeper into her. This time he toyed with her clit as he fucked her. As he pounded into her, she slipped her legs down and wrapped them around his body. He moved faster and faster, she screamed and moaned in pleasure. "Fuck me, yes fuck me. Oh god yes. Come with me this time. Come with me." As she came for the final time, he moaned loudly as his body went rigid. He lay his head down on her stomach, panting and sweating. She didn't want to move, afraid to ruin the moment. She placed a hand on his head and stroked his hair. They were both spent. "How was that?" he looked up at her, smiling. "Not bad. Not bad at all," she returned his smile, finding it unbelievable that she had achieved so many orgasms. She reached down and gently kissed the top of his head. They fell asleep together. Hours later, she awoke to find he was in the shower. Quickly she gathered up her clothes, got dressed, and left. Walking away from the house, she remembered the sight of him standing in his yard, so tall and sexy. She remembered stopping to talk to him, accepting his offer of a cold drink on a hot day. Now she found herself wondering, what had possessed her to fuck a total stranger? Strange Day What a strange day. I'm still not sure if it was one long hallucination or not. I expect to wake up and find it all was a dream. The fact my mouth has a very distinctive after taste and my thighs are still wet suggest otherwise. So, there I was, at work bored out of my mind. Please don't misunderstand, I like my job just fine; it is the remainder of my life that has me bored out of my mind. We had so much sex when we were dating, but marriage and then a miscarriage seems to have sucked all the passion from my husband. He seems scared to touch me. A woman has needs. In some ways I bet a woman's needs are stronger than the needs of a man, whose needs seem so fleeting and easily sated while mine grow over months and now years. A simple, quick scratching of the itch may briefly pacify the urge, but it doesn't sate the need. Sigh. Thank God for the Internet, although I think it more likely it was the doing of someone in a much warmer place. Of course, warm is how I feel, down there. I understand now why we think of down as hot and going south as warm, etc. Oh, the sexual allusions I conjure seemingly constantly. But I digress to that inescapable subject. Back to that delightfully devilish Internet, at least for the moment. Fear not, my loins will betray me and I will digress. In fact, this tale is one long, sexy, digression. So, what is a bored, undersexed, wife to do? Why, get on line and Google what other bored, undersexed wives do to satisfy their urges. Shockingly enough, or perhaps not so shocking, there are web sites of all kinds - some with movies, some with live cams, and some with stories relating my precise predicament, a lonely wife's problems or at least some clueless man's vision of her problems. But those sites don't satisfy; rather, all they do is frustrate further even if a quick rub can scratch the itch briefly. Then there are the real sites, the sites that scare, exhilarate and test one's own character – dating sites for the already spoken for. The sign up is anonymous – I created an anonymous email address to sign up. I thought I would just take a peek, I need not act. Heck, it was even free for women. Oh, what a surprise I was in store for. A collection of young men seeking lonely older women, old men perving on younger lonely women, middle aged men deciding it's a good idea to take pictures of their junk, beer belly's showing. Other pictures where they had to be copied from some porn web site. However disgusting it all seemed, it was a bit erotic in all of its frightening loathsomeness. It turns out there is a world out there more corrupt than I am, which surprised me a bit. On some level I can take some solace in that and not feel quite so debauched. Just when I was sure that everyone on this godless site was either a liar or a freak, I receive an almost interesting message. It is a little witty, a little charming, and isn't over the top at all. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. I respond, laughingly, and send him my email address – anonymous one, mind you. And he sends me a message. It is cute, seemingly non sexual, and not threatening in the least, but he asks me why I am on the site, what I hope to find. As God is my witness, if I had it to do again, I would answer differently. But God does not appear to be my witness today, someone or something else is, and heaven help me I do believe I would let the events unfold the same way all over again. Something about the request, the playfulness yet maturity and the non threatening nature of it caused me to be more open than I should be. I told the truth. I'm married and undersexed and can't take it anymore. I made no bones about it, I was wanting sex. Not necessarily with him, I didn't even really suggest that. I just made it clear that if I find the right guy, I'm going to fuck him silly. Then I asked him his story. I expected him to blow it, to show his lack of tact and crudity and tell me how bad he wanted to fuck me silly. He didn't. Oh my, but he didn't. He told me instead how he was in an affectionless marriage, how he longed for physical and emotional closeness, to trace the nape of a woman's neck with his lips, drag his fingernails gently along the small of her back, trace her ankle, the back of her knee, the curve of her breast with the lightest touch of his finger tips. How he longed to raise goose bumps on her, feel her try to press her body, all of it, into his touch to make it firmer, and how he would like the dance to continue, to tantalize, to linger. It was all about her and the responses he could evoke from her, never once saying a word about a hard cock or a wet pussy. But when I was done reading all I could think about was getting his hard cock into my wet pussy. I convinced myself I was calm, cool and collected. I politely congratulated him on understanding physical affection and let him know how refreshing that was. But, ooops, when I reread what I sent I realized I kind of added that my nipples were hard, "trying to bust through my bra and shirt" I believe I said. Uh oh, I also seem to have told him it made me wet to read what he wrote. And I wasn't lying. My nipples were uncomfortably begging for any attention they could find and every time I shifted in my seat I could feel myself squish. OMG! What was happening? Of course, my response was chum in the ocean for a shark like him. He took it up a notch, but again, nothing crude, really, mostly just questions. He told me how much it turned him on that I was turned on. That his pants were becoming uncomfortable and he had to shift himself in his seat. He admitted it would be awkward if he left his office and walked past co-workers. Then he asked me if co-workers could see me, could they tell my nipples were hard, could they tell I was flushed, could they smell my arousal. God, reading his questions, forcing me to look around the office to see if anyone could see me, getting me to inhale to recognize my arousal; it turned me on something awful. No one was particularly looking at me, thank God. Although, a little part of me wanted people to see how excited I was. A part of me wanted the world to know I was alive and sexual and very, very turned on. I wrote him back. I told him what I wanted the world to know but no nerve to tell the world. I let him know my nipples were dying for attention, I and anyone near me could smell my arousal, and I could feel my sopping wet pussy squish every time I rubbed my legs together. He wrote back. He asked me when I got off work and what side of town I was on. Then he told me to go the ladies room and take my panties off. I told him the area I worked in, that I was off work in 20 minutes, and then I got up and went to the ladies room and took my panties off. I stroked myself once, twice, and then slid a finger deep inside myself. I caught myself moaning and realized I am far too noisy when I cum to get myself off here. I sucked my juices off my finger. Some women like how they taste, I'm one of them! When I got back to my desk a message was waiting from him. He didn't ask, he didn't suggest, but he didn't demand, he simply instructed me to pick up the man in the suit in front of the office building at 500 Main Street in 30 minutes. When quitting time came 15 minutes later, I wobbled to my car wondering if I would do it - if I could do it. We met online that day, somehow he got me dripping wet and fingering myself in the ladies room. What is wrong with me? 10 minutes later I found myself on Main Street. 4 minutes after that I found myself turning onto the drive in front of 500 Main Street. Then I saw him standing there, average height, average build, not bad looking but not special. I could just drive by, he has never seen me he won't know its me. But I have to meet the man who got me so wet. I slowed to a stop and he got in the car without saying a word. He looked at me with a slight, innocent and friendly grin. There was nothing suggestive or leering, just a pleasant smile filled with happiness. I was surprised by it and it had what was probably the desired effect – it calmed me and made me less nervous, but no less turned on. My heart continued to pound, my nipples continued to ache in their hardness, my pussy continued to leak, and my clit continued to throb. He suggested I drive around to the side lot. I'm not quite sure how I managed to drive around the corner – thank God for muscle memory. He suggested I go to the back of the mostly deserted lot and park behind the delivery truck in the back. As I parked I realized how secluded it was. I took a breath having parked, and turned towards him. He had his pants open and was stroking his cock. It was a lovely size – substantial but not scary and thick, it filled his fist nicely as it slid up and down the shaft. His head was circumcised and looked slightly pink and clean. My mouth watered – I love the feel of a cock in my mouth, exploring the shape of the head with my tongue, sucking it deep, surprising my lover when I can take it into my throat. His was looking a bit thick for that, but I sure wanted to try. He broke me from my trance when he asked me to release my right breast from my blouse. He remembered that I had told him my right nipple was the most sensitive. I unbuttoned my blouse one button then another, then I slipped my full breast from the cup of my bra. The cool air made my impossibly hard nipple harder yet. "Caress it for me." I did. "Squeeze it for me." I did. "Rub your nipple between your thumb and finger." I complied again. "Can you reach it to lick your nipple?" I nodded yes, dumbly, continuing to stare at his fist sliding up and down his cock. "Lick and suck your nipple for me. Please." He said, encouraging me more than imploring me. Without taking my eyes off that magnificent cock (it just kept getting prettier and prettier as the car got warmer and warmer), I bent my head down and lifted my breast up to my mouth, licking and sucking my nipple. I'm not sure, but I think I moaned - loudly. "Part your legs for me. Show me your wetness," he instructed. I complied, quite willingly. I became acutely aware of how wet I was and how much my pussy was aching for attention. He was showing me his beautiful cock, I wanted to show him my sweet, juicy pussy. "Its beautiful, mouthwateringly beautiful. Spread your lips for me." I did. "Stick a finger deep inside." I did. "Do you like your own taste?" I nodded yes. "I want to watch you clean your finger." I hungrily sucked my juices off my finger. "That is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen," he said. He closed his eyes for a moment and squeezed his cock to temper his excitement. I could see precum leaking from the tip. God how I wanted to slurp it up. "Finger yourself again." My pussy was sopping wet and my finger made sexy squishing noises as I fingered myself, then squeezed and rubbed my clit between my thumb and finger, then back to fucking myself with my finger, then back to my clit. Then he told me to cum. "Cum for me Baby. Cum hard for me. See how hard you have made my cock and cum for me." My eyes had never left his hard cock. I came. God, did I cum and cum and cum. When I began to regain focus, feeling warm and fuzzy and fantastic and sexy as hell, he was smiling broadly, happily, at me. He reached with his free hand for my wet hand and guided it to his mouth without stopping to stroke himself. He proceeded to lick and suck my juices from my fingers. Then he took my hand and used it to replace his own on his cock. It was hot and firm. I began to stroke as he reached up to take my head in his hand and pull my lips to his. There was nothing gentle about this kiss but the time for gentle was long past. Our mouths opened immediately and our tongues fought each other to see which could get deeper in the other's mouth. For the first time in hours, I regained control of my senses and my libido. But I embraced it. I broke the kiss and said "your turn to cum." I then bent down and sank my mouth all the way down his shaft until my nose was pushed against his body and his cock was lodged in my swallowing throat. I pulled up and danced my tongue around his head, finally getting to learn its shape, then plunged it back into my throat. Then I sucked it for real, bobbing my head in earnest. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently massaged them, coaxing his load from deep within them. He didn't last long. I knew he wouldn't. I wanted to taste him so I put just the head in my mouth and stroked the shaft as he jerked and shot three big streams and then several littler ones. I savored the taste – I generally like the taste of cum and, although it was probably just the moment, his was delicious. I swallowed it down then gently licked every inch of his cock making sure I cleaned him well. After a while he stopped me, gently took my chin in his hand and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I love it when a man isn't scared to taste himself on me. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes, smiling sweetly. I was amazed at his ability to be incredibly sexy and filled with lust and yet sweet and kind at the same time. I just masturbated for and sucked off a man I only met for the first time moments before doing so, and yet I found him kind and genuine. He said he really must get home and I realized I must as well. We quickly, and somewhat carelessly, rearranged ourselves and buttoned up. He said his car was in the front lot, so we headed there. I dropped him by his car and watched him get in. I then somehow drove home, wondering if there was any way my husband wouldn't know I just had the greatest sexual experience of my life. His taste was strong in my mouth. I was terrified my husband would notice the smell and god forbid he kiss me hello (not a big risk, sadly) and I'll be damned if I didn't want to keep savoring his taste. God help me, I will be hard pressed not to park behind that delivery truck again.