0 comments/ 8501 views/ 0 favorites Outside By: TheWednesdayIsland Dear Dewey, I write to you, as my lawyer and my friend, on a matter of some delicacy. There is a story attached. You know that, since I was a young man, I have never been able to resist a good story. I suppose some would say I am growing old. I don't see much growing in it. The two delights of my life have passed, and yet I live on: Mary, you will recall, died three years ago this June, and the accountancy work I loved turned itself into a gold watch one Friday before I expected it. That Monday the house was full of a terrible quietness; I sat and stared at the newspaper, hardly reading a word. Hunger eventually drove me out of the house, but there, on my way out of the restaurant, I almost ran into a man dressed as the Statue of Liberty. "I'm sorry," I said. "It's okay," he answered. He was a tall man with strikingly black hair, a short beard, and under his costume his clothes were charcoal grey. Somewhat unexpectedly he added, "Have you done your taxes this year?" We fell into conversation; he was bored and cold, and I was grateful for the human contact. His name, I soon learned was David. He was younger than me but not young, perhaps ten years my junior, and he worked for the firm of tax preparers who had a storefront next to the restaurant. They took it in turns to dress up and flag down the passing traffic. That didn't mean business was quiet, though: they were so busy they could hardly spare a soul to wear the costume. I suppose the technique must have been a productive one. "I'm glad I don't work there," I said, "on a day like this. You must be freezing." "Where do you work?" he said, and when I told him I was a retired accountant, he laughed. "Are you sure you want to stay retired? We really need someone to help out, and if you're good with figures, you can pick up the rest of it in no time. Really-- the computer does most of the work. I've only been here a few months myself, and I learned it in a week." And so it was that I became a temporary tax preparer. As David had said, the work was not hard to pick up, but soon became a source of fascination. I felt that my mind, recently blunted by retirement, was being sharpened again. The customers were generally friendly, and it was something of a joy to be able to announce large refunds to people who were obviously struggling to make the rent. Most of my new coworkers kept themselves to themselves. David, however, was a mystery. I should put my cards on the table here. When Mary was dying, she made me promise that I would never get involved with another woman, and this is a promise I have kept. But I believe Mary never knew of my attraction to other men, and on that subject I made no promise. Now, as soon as we had met, I felt an immediate attraction to David. Over the first few weeks we worked together, it deepened into... what shall I call it? An infatuation? A crush, perhaps? But I could not mention my feelings during work hours, and David and I never arrived or left at the same time. There was certainly no chance of a conversation when he or I were out dressed as the statue; the other one would always be indoors helping the customers. My only hope was the hour's lunch break we both took each day, which happily coincided. In my first weeks, I always returned to my favourite restaurant next door, and I had hoped to invite David to join me; but as soon as twelve o'clock struck, he would excuse himself and leave, not returning until one or sometimes even a little later. Naturally, this bred frustration in my heart, but also curiosity. Perhaps I should have asked him where he was going, but we never had a spare moment. Perhaps it was wrong to decide to follow him at a safe distance, but my curiosity was eating me. One Thursday, the last day of April, I waited five minutes after he left, so that he would have a head start, and then followed him through the door in the back office. It led out into a small parking lot, and beyond that undeveloped land. The trees and bushes grew right up against the tarmac. I saw fresh footsteps in the mud, and pushing the leaves aside I crept into the woods. I was quiet. A light step and a gentle touch have been my gifts since I was young. Carefully avoiding the great boughs of poison ivy, I crept through those woods, until I saw David in the middle distance, standing beside a tree. I paused and held my breath, but he had not seen me. He was naked. His clothes lay in a pile on a nearby bush, carefully out of the mud which covered his feet. He stood before a great oak, with his fingers curled into its ribbed bark. My eyes naturally drifted to his stiff cock, which was everything I had imagined it to be on my nights alone, except that I had never imagined it being ground up against the trunk of a tree. David was thrusting his pelvis over and over against the bark. For a moment I was startled, and then aroused. My hand found its way to my own cock, achingly hard, pulled it out, and began to attend to business. David wrapped his arms around the tree and thrust harder. His hands didn't meet on the other side of the trunk, and seconds later he came, crying out, his back arching back, and it was all I could do to keep from making any noise as my own orgasm swept over me. For a few seconds I did nothing: I could hardly see straight, and somehow I wanted to stay exactly as I was; but I had been spying on him and he must not know. I cleaned myself up with a few nearby leaves and crept back to the office. Fortunately, David chose another path and, I still believe, did not see me. I could think of nothing else all that afternoon, and I could hardly endure the bus journey home before my evening of frantic masturbation in memory of the scene. I woke up the next morning, Friday, May Day, and wondered for a moment whether it had been a dream. If not, perhaps it would be unwise to repeat my spying. But twelve-ten found me again creeping out of the office, and in the same place I saw him fuck the same tree. My heart felt ready to burst out of my chest, and my cock was so hard it ached, but this time I did not touch myself. I had to investigate. David gathered up his clothes and left, and I crept forward before the tree and disrobed with shaking hands. David's semen was still fresh on the trunk; I moved slightly around the tree and found a fresh spot. The cold mud embraced my feet; I faced the oak and dug my fingers into the bark as David did, and touched my cock to the wood. It was not like the softness of a cunt, not like the roughness of a hand, but rough beyond that, like a million points of pleasure all touching me at once. It felt... good. I pushed against the tree and felt pleasure wash over me. My skin prickled with lust in a way I had not felt since Mary and I were young lovers. And suddenly I felt how alive the tree was, and how alive was the human animal called "me"; and how the two lives, so different in form, were somehow coming together. I felt the warmth of the sunshine on my back, and what breeze could reach this deep in the woods on my skin; I heard the leaves rustle and the distant birdsong. And I looked up. I had expected branches and sky. But in the pattern of the branches, I saw the face of a god. A local god, a woodland deity, a fertility figure. I knew in a moment that this tree was something more than a tree, that this whole woodland was and had always been his domain, and that I was but a courtesan; and yet my cock grew harder, for the act of worship I was being allowed to perform was the greatest of honours. As this realisation washed over me, I reached a new stage of pleasure; my knees felt weak, my head swam, and I fell into a kneeling position; it seemed appropriate. The god was standing before me, looking down. His hands were on my shoulders. I took his great wooden cock between my lips and began to suck. My eyes never left his face. I am growing old. When I die, I want to dream of this moment for ever. My mouth, filled with the taste of wood, began to fill with the taste of sap. My heart sang, and I felt I was about to come myself when I heard a noise behind me. It was David. He had seen us, and he knew I knew his secret. But I looked into his eyes and into the eyes of the tree, and I knew he was not a jealous god. David was naked again. The tree pointed at him; I bowed my head, then turned and fell on all fours before David, covering his cock with kisses. As I took it in my mouth there was a brief moment of pressure from behind, and then the tree was filling me; it ached for a moment and then I felt there was nothing but the three of us in the world. I don't know how often we came. It didn't seem to tire us out. I do know that neither David nor I went back to work that afternoon. And as darkness was falling I wordlessly asked the oak for one favour. Dewey, I enclose its gift: a single acorn. I am growing old. When I die, I want you to plant this acorn deep in my grave. Even in death I want to be filled by its goodness, and enjoy it forever. Outside an Apartment Building Thank you very much to mamaval2930 for editing my story. It was a warm beautiful summer day in the city. I decided I wanted to get out and go exploring. I've always liked older, fuller figured, lonely women, so I decided to go to an area where I might find them. I went to the low income apartment buildings. I wandered between the apartment buildings in the area where the residents can sit on park benches and enjoy the outdoors. In this area is a section that is the shape of a circle, with park benches lining it so that if you were sitting on one of the benches, you could look at the other park bench directly across from you. I sat there and read a book... waiting. I had a hard time concentrating on my book, as I waited. I was hoping a resident would show up and sit on one of the benches near me so I could strike up a conversation. I was secretly hoping that there would be a older, voluptuous, lonely woman looking out her window right now, seeing me and taking the opportunity to come out and talk with me. I considered this waiting like fishing. I had set the bait (myself on the bench) and now I was waiting for a bite. Looking at the situation as a game amused me. In a short period of time waiting a group of three people walked over to the bench opposite me and sat down. One of the them was the very type of person I had been waiting for; she was old, very voluptuous and obviously alone in her life and in need of companionship. She had just come from her residence I could tell, because she was wearing a nightgown. I could see her voluptuous breasts through the thin nightgown and my cock began to grow at that sight. I was wearing thin shorts with no underwear and the thought of someone seeing my growing erection made me nervous and excited at the same time. This nervous excitement was a drug that intoxicated me. I sat with my legs together pretending to read my book while I watched and listened to what was happening with the three people across from me. On either side of the old woman was a young woman, who I realized from the conversation was her daughter. On the other side of her was the daughters boyfriend. They had come from out of town to visit the old woman because they were concerned for her. They thought she was depressed and were trying to help her to get out—get more active and talk to people. They talked for about a half an hour. The whole time I sneaked peaks at the old woman's amazing breasts. They were huge, and they were pendulous. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing any bra. It was driving me crazy to have those seemingly soft breasts right across from me. I could imagine the feeling of them—how soft and heavy they'd feel.... I was daydreaming about this when all of a sudden the daughter and boyfriend got up and told the old woman that they were going for a coffee and they'd be back later. They pleaded with her one last time to go get help for her depression, to which the old woman refused. The daughter and boyfriend walked away, leaving the old, voluptuous woman alone on the bench. My mouth went dry and my heart was racing with this opportunity in front of me. Finally, I summonsed the nerve to say something to her. "I couldn't help but hear some of your conversation, and I just want to tell you that if you need someone to talk to, you can talk with me." "Oh, thank you. Do you live in a unit near here?" She asked. I could barely respond because my heart was beating hard in my throat. My cock was straining against the thin material of my shorts. I kept seated so she wouldn't see my erection which would scare her off, and worse yet, have her notify the authorities. My goal was to work slowly and warm her up to me, not to scare her off. "Uh.. I live in one back there," I lied and pointed. "I live in unit 425," she said matter-of-factly. I couldn't believe she had just told a complete stranger which unit she lived in, after meeting me five seconds ago and without more than two sentences exchanged between us. She continued to open up to me unabated, "You could come over sometime if you'd like to talk." I could not even believe what I was hearing. It was like the most perfect situation was opening up to me right before my eyes. In a split second I thought of the possibilities: entering her apartment with her and sitting there listening to her problems and offering caring support. In this split second of fantasy I imagined our time together progressing to the point of friendship, with me confiding my problems to her... that I really find older, voluptuous women attractive. I'd expect her to blush and deny that she was attractive to which I'd explain all the reasons why I thought she was. I'd tell her how amazing I think her breasts felt and looked if I had the chance. I couldn't believe how that nervous tension would feel like after I would say that. In her extreme loneliness I'd imagine she would eventually open up enough to me to let me see and touch them. I'd take it slow each time we would meet and ask to see her breasts. Eventually I'd tell her how much I love pubic hair and take in the intoxicating shock of her reaction to that comment. Eventually it would be my goal for her to show me her pubic hair, and to run my fingers through her coarse hairs over her pubic area. Eventually I'd ask if she ever wished she had a lover so she could fully have companionship. Just as I slowly broke her down getting her to show me her breasts and eventually pussy, I'd work to get her to allow me to give her intimate pleasure. I'd get her to relax with a massage. I'd kiss her body slowly, giving her complements. I'd slowly, and gently massage her pussy, and when she was ready, her clitoris... and when she was ready I'd slide myself in, working in and out very slowly and taking in her reaction.... I realized I had not said anything to her for that split second because I had all those thoughts running my head. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was so incredibly horny, not only by seeing her voluptuous breasts and body that was barley covered by her nightgown, but also by the opportunity the situation presented to me. I know I could pursue it. I know I could do it. I knew I could fulfill my fantasy. I also realized that my intention had always been just to tease my fantasy. I knew I could never have my fantasy because I am married. I had always meant to sit down, read, and talk with another person for a few minutes to give myself a snippet of what I truly wanted. I knew that this was the moment at which I needed to bid her a farewell and leave, keeping with me the memory of our interaction and the fantasy which I'd develop from our meeting. Outside Her Comfort Zone My heart was pounding out of my chest. It was so loud I was afraid it might wake up the dorm if I didn't compose myself. Earlier that day I was talking to my friend Becky. She was telling me about these two soccer jocks she spend last night with when I asked her why she never showed up. I was spellbound by the story. The boldness of her forwardness and the excitement in her eyes when she told me how they used her body made my insides churn. Part of me was jealous and the rest of me was grossed out. I never understood how a girl could want to be used. "I would never." I said at last when she suggested I give them a call. I wasn't a virgin or a prude, but that was beyond my comfort zone. "Omg Ashley you need to loosen up or you'll never get another guy." She went to filing her nails like I would just ignore her comment. "Im plenty loose" I looked her up and down begging for her to doubt me. "Puh-lease, loose as a bear trap." "Just because my legs have a closed position, unlike yours, doesn't mean I'm uptight." She felt that one. "Bitch!" "Slut!" I answered back and she glared at me. "You are a little bitch I bet you wouldn't even..." She paused. "Wouldn't what?" I was waiting for her to bring up one of her slutty activities. She smiled though and challenged me with her eyes. "Come with me to the beach, we are going skinny dipping." I looked down for a second. "Who is we?" "Me and the soccer jocks." The raised her eyebrows like she was challenging me. "Gross!" "What are you afraid of a couple cocks?" I glared her down and nodded after a moment. "Fine, I'll do it." The next day my nerves were getting the better of me. Every time I passed a boy from the soccer team in the hall I wondered if he would be there. I felt naked already and I called Becky on my cell to cancel but she wouldn't let me. The whole day I was wearing two piece under my clothes and when I got back to the dorm I waited for Becky. Around midnight there was a knock at the door and I nervously hopped up to let my roommate in. My heart slammed against my throat when I opened the door and saw Mike Cassidy with a towel around his waist. Ever since I saw him he came up as a topic with the rest of the girls. I couldn't believe Becky didn't tell me he was one of the guys. His chest was shining and I noticed his hair was wet. I couldn't breath. "Ashley right?" he knew my name, I nearly fainted, but I managed a nod. "Beck didn't say how hot you were." I just stared at his chest and didn't say anything. "You are a little over dressed, I brought you this" he took off his towel and through it over my shoulder. He was completely naked and completely hard. I glanced down at it and turned away beat red. "Change into that." "Ok" I managed to say and I turned to change in the restroom. "Where are you going?" He asked like it wasn't obvious. "To chan..." "Change here." He said it before I could even finish. I stared at him for a second and started to unbutton my top. He was half leaving against the door watching me. "Don't tell Becky: he said. "But those plastic tits don't quite do it for me. You're natural, I can tell." I was speechless and I wrapped the towel around my shoulders, covering up and shimmying out of my pants. I kept my bathing suit on but I don't think he could tell. He pressed his finger to his lips for me to be quiet as we walked through the halls. I tried to walk right next to him to avoid staring at his body but he didn't seem to mind. When we got to the door to the pool room he turned to face me and he looked up and down my shaking body. "You'd better lose the bathing suit or you might catch some guff from Beck." He was right, but he didn't stop looking at me. After a second he jerked the towel off of my body, I was as still as stone. He held it up in front of me though, so he couldn't see, and I very slowly peeled away my suit. I nodded nervously when I was done. And expected him to drape the towel back over me. But he dropped it on the floor. I couldn't move or breathe. He took my hand and lifted it above my head and I let him. He had me spin and I could feel his eyes pouring over my body. He looked pleased and opened the pool room door. Following him in the humidity of the room hit my body like a bolt of lightning, I took one nervous step into the room and my eyes were drawn to Becky on her knees in front of the other soccer player. I didn't recognize his face but my jaw hanged open at the size of his penis. Where Mike seemed perfectly proportioned this guy was enormous and I couldn't take my eyes off of Becky's bobbing head. Mike said something but I was as good as deaf, Becky pulled her studs member from her mouth and it was even bigger then I thought. "Well well well look who finally showed up" Becky stood up and walked over to me, looking up and down at my body. "Cute" She turned to mike and dropped back down to her knees, swallowing up his dick in a heartbeat. He grabbed her hair and looked at me, sort of shrugging. "I thought we were here to swim." I said a little upset at the awkward situation Becky had gotten me into. She slurped at Mike's meat one last time and looked up at me. Then she walked the foot or so to me on her knees and grabbed my thighs. I almost screamed when her tongue dragged across my pubes and up to my belly button. Mike and the other boy had walked up to us and were standing around me. Outside Her Window: Men At Work Loud noises outside had wakened Maria at eight-thirty one morning. She threw a robe over her naked body and went to investigate, ready to give hell to anyone who was responsible for such a ruckus. When she peered out her kitchen window,.a construction crew had arrived to begin long-needed work on the street where her home was located. Most of the men Maria saw were either middle-aged with beer bellies or looked like ex-cons with their arms and torsos covered in tattoos. The two men who did capture her attention became two of her favorite workers during the time the crew was working on her street: Matt and Rafael. Rafael was a very good-looking Latino man in his mid-twenties. He wasn't very tall, but he was well-built with a bubble butt and dark chiseled features. Matt was around the same age as Rafael. He was a little over six feet tall, blond, a bit more muscular than Rafael, had a tight ass, and when he removed his shirt on hot days, Maria saw his six-pack abs. During the summer months, Maria either wore only bras and panties or a bikini bathing suit that left very little to the imagination; being single, she didn't have to bother putting on many clothes just to stay home. She also left the window blinds open during the day. The possibility of someone from the street seeing Maria roaming through her house more than half naked never bothered her.At forty, she looked younger and managed to keep the body she'd had twenty years earlier. Maria often sat near her pool in one of her skimpy bikinis while the construction crew was there. They became accustomed to.seeing the sexy middle-aged woman, and she sometimes offered them cold drinks or offered to let them use her bathroom instead of their smelly port-a-potty. Both Rafael and Matt caught her eyeing them several times and returned the favor with appreciative gazes of their own. She started letting sexual fantasies about each of them run through her head at night. She imagined herself between both of them in her big bed, her tongue flicking over their hard abdomens while her hands squeezed their perfect ass cheeks. She would then work her way down to each of their genitals with her tongue and hands, tease their balls with her mouth, and finally take turns sucking each guy's cock until they begged to fuck her. Each fantasy was varied; one time, she'd have sex with Rafael while Matt watched. On another night, she fantasized that she was doing Matt with Rafael watching them, and in yet another, Maria fucked both of them at the same time. Whatever the fantasies were, she never failed to achieve an orgasm each time. My God, if I actually did all of those things instead of fantasizing about them, I would be seen as a slut. Oh well, most of the assholes in this neighborhood probably think I'm one anyway. The afternoon in question when she finally saw Matt and Rafael "up close and personal" was also hot. The crew was preparing to put down new tar on the street, but all the guys weren't needed. They'd just returned from their lunch break when Maria's doorbell rang. She was delighted to see a shirtless Matt standing there, a thin film of perspiration layering his strong torso. "I'm sorry to bother you," he said. "but my cell phone died and I need to make a call. Could I use your phone?" "Sure. Let me show you where it is." "Thanks, I really appreciate your help." Maria went back to the kitchen while Matt made his phone call. She made sure to stay in full view of him so he could still see her tits pressed together by her bikini top, the top half of her breasts ready to pop out of her top. Matt appeared to take the hint when he returned to the kitchen when he was finished using her phone, but seemed to be in no hurry to return to work. It wasn't lost on Maria when he stole a peek of her well-endowed chest. "Thanks again," he said. "Dumb me for forgetting to charge my phone." "My pleasure. Do you need anything else?" "Not right now, ma'am." His eyes fell on her breasts again. "It's very hot today. Would you like some water to take with you?" "Maybe I could use something else instead..." He moved closer to Maria and kissed her passionately. He undid her bikini top and pushed her back on the table, kissing, licking, and sucking her breasts.While he rubbed against her and continued playing with her tits, she pulled open the zipper of his jeans and freed his throbbing, rock-hard cock. He started to remove his hard hat. Maria stopped him. "Leave it on." He nodded and dropped his jeans to his ankles before peeling off her bikini bottoms. She'd become aroused by his naked body. "Fuck me right here, right now," she said. Without saying a word, he was happy to comply. She felt his cock push inside of her with one thrust. He was thick and long, and Maria cried with ecstasy while Matt repeatedly slammed his hardness in and out of her. He continually thrust his hips into hers, giving Maria the fucking of her life. She loved how rough he was being as he pummeled her on the table with each thrust harder than the last. She then felt him start to pulse deep inside her pussy. Matt's grunts grew louder as he fucked Maria, relentlessly ramming into her. She soon heard him growl an "Ooooooooooh!" before feeling the warm wetness of his sperm passing into her body. After a few more thrusts, his cock was out of her. Matt pulled up his jeans and zipped them. She turned her head and saw Rafael peering through the kitchen window at them while rubbing his swollen crotch. Oh, God! How much did he see of what Matt and she had done? "I'll tell Rafael he can come in now," Matt said with a wink before he left Maria was still naked and catching her breath on the table before she gathered enough steam to stand. Soon, Rafael was at the door. Knowing what he wanted, she lay back on the table and spread her legs. Rafael dropped his pants and rubbed his cock up and down her slit, making Maria hotter and wetter, before he pushed it in her. He pushed in and out while his hands spread her legs wider for him to fuck Maria as hard as he wanted. He was so hard and hot! Rafael fucked her with intensity, slamming his body into hers. Maria kept moaning as he screwed her, inching his entire cock into her until Maria couldn't hold back anymore. They both came right there on the table, Maria thinking it was indeed her lucky day. She turned her head back to the kitchen window and saw Matt standing there with a wide grin. Some of her fantasies had come true, far better than she'd dreamed. Maria would hate to see Matt and Rafael go once the street paving was finished. The following day, Maria made a point of getting their phone numbers. There were still plenty of fantasies left for her to explore.