One of the things that never ceases to amaze me is how uptight our culture is about sex. For a nation born upon the ideals of freedom and free speech, we have some bizarre attitudes about one of life's most beautiful things.
There are a few rare occasions when one runs into another with the same liberal attitude towards that most delicate recreation.
Take, for example, what happened to me recently.
I work at a job that, unfortunately, is not on the same schedule as more others. I begin work at ten at night, and do not get off until six in the morning, sometimes later. About a week ago, my car broke down, so I have spent the last week taking the bus. This by itself is unremarkable. But what happened yesterday as I got off work literally blew my mind.
Almost every night when I got off the bus, the same woman was getting on. She was rather tall, about 5'8", buxom, a bit on the plump side, and very attractive, with brown hair, and hazel eyes. The first day I saw her, she looked exhausted, and it seemed like a pattern with her. On the second day, however, we made eye contact. She smiled at me, and for a moment, her entire face brightened.
I felt warm all night.
On Friday, however, she did not get on the bus as I got off. I looked around and she was nowhere to be seen.
A bit dejected, I went off to work.
That morning, tired, worn out, and generally zapped, I headed for the bus stop. It was another hour before the bus got there, so I had brought a book.
But, when I got to the bus stop, the woman was sitting there! She looked right at me as I turned the corner, and smiled. A bit shocked, I sat down on the bench next to her. She was wearing a knee length pleated skirt, and a white blouse, standard office attire. I had noticed her breasts before, but, for some reason, it was hard to keep my eyes off of them. I suddenly realized why...
"My name," she said, in a soft voice, "is Shelly."
"Tom," I blurted, looking nervously over at her. Her nipples were hard, and huge!
"What do you do, Tom?"
Normally a smart ass, the situation had me off guard, so I stuck with the truth.
"I pack boxes for McChord's"
"Ah," she said. It was like wind blowing through trees.
We sat in silence for a moment. She inched closer to me.
"Tom, do you think we could go out for coffee sometime?"
I looked at her, and her eyes bore into me. She creeped me out a little, but I was not one to pass up a date, especially with an attractive woman.
"Yeah, sure, can I have your number?"
She handed me a card after quickly jotting down her number. I smiled at her.
Suddenly, she leaned in close.
"Tom," she whispered quickly, "I know we just met, but I find you hot, and I think I want to do things with you, sexual things. I have been watching you all week, and every day I went home, I had to play with myself after seeing you. I can't hold back any longer. I know the bus is an hour away, but I have to have you!"
I was stunned, and I felt my mouth fall open. In response, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a glorious kiss, tongue seeking out mine and flicking across it.
Now, I am not one normally to jump into bed with a stranger, but her aggressive actions were a bit too much for my libido, so I kissed back. She pressed her ample bosom into me as we kissed. I could feel here erect nipples pressing into me through four layers of fabric... her bra, her blouse, my shirt, and my t-shirt. Those things were huge, and were as hard as diamond.
I pulled away from her, hands on her arms. I looked around the bus stop. We were in an industrial park, so there were a few "features" we could use. I stood up, standing her up with me, then pointed to a stand of evergreens on a small hill. In order to save money, the landscapers had build a donut-shaped hill, and planted trees only around the edges, to make it look like a complete hill. We stumbled through the soft pines and found ourselves in a small dip, covered in brown pine needles.
She spun around, and embraced me. We kissed, a soul searching kiss like none I had known. If felt like we were joined at the lips.
She dropped to her knees suddenly, grabbing my belt and pants with both hands. She loosened the belt, and dropped my pants to the ground. By this point, I was already straining at my jockeys.
"Tidy whiteys," she giggled. With that, she ripped them off me, and before I could do anything, had taken me into her mouth.
She was not very skilled with oral sex, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She took as much of me into her mouth as she could, sliding it in and out with such speed that I thought she would choke herself.
Now, I am no abnormal specimine, but my penis is still a good seven inches long. I felt her mouth change shape, and she plunged the helmet of it down her throat. I felt her nose touch my pubic hair, and then the skin. She was deep throating me!
I stood there, stunned, as she sucked. If she kept it up, I would blow a load down her throat.
She slid my glistening ramrod out of her mouth, gently kissing the head and stood, looking deep into my eyes.
She smiled impishly, then spun on her heel and presented her rump to me. I held her around her waist as I pressed her close to me, and she wrapped her arms aroud my neck as I kiss hers. She giggled gleefully, the broke the embrace, bending over to grab her ankles.
"Do me, Tom. Right here in front of god and everybody," she said joyfully.
I lifted her skirt to find a pair of grey panties. I slid the soaked crotch of them over to one side, then slid myself into her drenched pussy.
I grabbed her hips and began to really fuck her. My member was almost painfully large, and she seemed to fit it perfectly.
We gyrated there for a few minutes. Suddenly, she let out a gasp, then a moan, and I felt her muscles tighten around me as she came. I was close myself, and took her orgasm as a sign to go for the final run. I slammed into her, wham, wham, WHAM! I felt the familiar burning in my balls, then pulled her close to me, squirting off stream after stream of hot cum. My thrusts became wet and sloppy. For a second, I stayed inside her, then, half-hard, I popped out of her with a wet sound.
"Oh, god..." she moaned, and stood up. She adjusted her panties, which were now soaked with both her and my juices. She turned back to me, and kissed me sweetly.
"Tom, that was just as I had imagined it," she said, lustily.
"So," I said, "When can we do this again?"
"We'll see... we'll see."
We walked back to the bus stop, and the bus arrived ten minutes later. We both boarded it, and talked all the way downtown.
I boarded my bus home before hers arrived, and waved to her.
The next day, she was not there to get on the bus in the evening. Nor was she there when I got off work.
I called the number she gave me, but it turned out to be a Chinese take out joint.
I sat there, phone in my hand, rapid fire Chinese cursing coming from the phone. I wondered if her name had actually been Shelly...
For the next three months, I wondered if I would see her again, but there was no sign of her... Until my last day on the job...