Service Repair Men – Erik

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“Bye, Becca!” My thirteen year old headed out the door to school.  I was hanging around the house because I had to wait at home for the installer to come by. My husband was away on a business trip, so I was in charge of the house while he was gone. I was having a home security system installed. We had just moved into this neighborhood, and even though the neighborhood looked safe, you can never be too careful.

The day was blazing hot! Even with the air conditioner on it was still hot in the house. I had on a tight fitting tank top and cut-off jean shorts. There was no point in doing too much around the house because as soon as the installer was done with his tasks I needed to run out to work for a few hours and I didn’t want to have to take another shower, if I could help it. I just hoped that the installer came sooner rather than later.

About three hours later I heard the doorbell ring. I ran down the stairs and looked out the security hole before opening the front door. What I saw was the sexiest chocolate man that I’d seen in a long, long time. The security hole definitely skewered things a little bit, but I’m sure that this man was fine. Before scrambling to open the door I wiped my suddenly sweaty hands on my shorts. When I opened the door I was immediately melted by his smile and the scent of his cologne.

“Mrs. Anderson?” OH MY GOD! His voice!

“Yes, I’m Mrs. Anderson. You’re with Glenview Security, correct? Please, come in.” He seemed like a giant compared to me. He was at least 6’3” tall, which was giant status next to my small frame of 5’5”. He wasn’t quite as dark as he looked standing on my porch. He was more of a milk chocolate color. I could definitely make out muscles beneath his tight uniformed shirt. I was so intent on checking him out it was a surprise to see his hand extended to me.

“I’m Erik and I’ll be installing your system today.”

“Absolutely! Yes, thank you. I’ll just show you the back door where the other panel will go.” I couldn’t help but wonder if he was looking at my ass as he followed me through the house. He had beautiful eyes! Several naughty thoughts went through my head and I walked him to the back of the house. When I got to the back door I turned around abruptly and Erik almost ran into me. I could feel the heat from his body because we were almost close enough to touch and he didn’t step away as quickly as I expected him too.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Anderson.” His voice was like silk.

“No worries.” I gave him a smile that let him know I didn’t mind at all. “I’ll just be upstairs in my bedroom. If you need anything just let me know. Oh! And please help yourself to some water if you get thirsty.” As I walked away from him my hips sashayed a little more than normal. When I had quickly turned around earlier I had definitely seen where his eyes were looking and I knew that his eyes would be on my ass as I walked up the stairs.

As I laid on my bed watching TV., I couldn’t help but think about Erik’s rippling muscles as he went about installing the security system. My husband was always away on business trips. And when he was around he wasn’t really around. He was the Vice President of a insurance agency and he spent many hours in the office often coming home after dinner. Weekends were spent with his golfing buddies, so I literally rarely saw him. More of a reason why my horny meter was off the charts today.

I was tempted to pull my vibrator out of the drawer. I could feel my core getting slick with my juices as I thought about Erik moving through the house. Fuck it! I decided to whip out the vibrator. I had to take care of myself or I think I would attack Erik before letting him leave the house. The TV created enough background noise to mask the sound of the vibrator. As soon as it touched my clit I was in heaven. I was so intent on pleasing myself that I didn’t notice that my bedroom door was open a crack.


Mrs. Anderson was hot as fuck! I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she showed me to the back door. She was wearing shorts that barely covered her butt cheeks. I could see the bottom of her round melons peeking out of the bottom of her shorts. She also had a nice rack too! Her tank top was pulled so tightly across her chest I could see her hard nipples standing at attention. I was so consumed with thinking about what I’d do with her titties that I could barely concentrate on installing her security system. I think I took a little longer than normal. In the back of my mind I knew that I wasn’t ready to leave this house and I was trying to come up with any excuse to stick around a little longer. Plus, I wanted to make sure that my work was quality. Finally, after about an hour and a half I’d cleaned up my mess and called out to Mrs. Anderson so that I could show her how to use the system.

“Mrs. Anderson?” I called her name a few times, but didn’t hear her coming down, so I made my way up the stairs.  There were five doors in the corridor and I wasn’t sure which one was her door, but then I saw a door that was open a crack and the sound of the TV was coming through the door. As I got closer I heard another sound that I couldn’t quite place. I peaked through the open crack in the door and my dick got hard instantly. Mrs. Anderson was on her bed with no pants on and her hands between her legs. That sound that I’d heard was the sound of the vibrator that she was holding between her legs. That’s when I heard the soft moans she was making. Before I knew it I was half way across the room and found myself standing at the foot of her bed, my hand on my crotch.

That’s when she opened her eyes and looked straight at me. For just a moment her hand stilled and her eyes got bigger. I know that she didn’t expect to see me there.

“I . . .I’m done with the system. I’d called you, but . . .” And then I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t think you heard me so I came up looking for you.” For a moment she looked like she didn’t know what to do. We were at a standstill. Her with her hands between her legs. Me with my hand on my crotch.

Then she said the game changing words. “Join me?”


Oh! This vibrator was feeling so good! I loved teasing myself with it. My eyes were closed and I was in my own little heaven.  When my eyes finally opened and I saw Erik standing there I was shocked. He’d caught me in the act. Of course, while I played with my vibrator I was imagining it was him that was pleasuring me. When I saw him standing there I froze for just a moment, but then I saw the opportunity.

“Join me?” I could see the slight hesitation in his eyes when I offered the invitation. Then he came around to the side of the bed. Turning my vibrator off, I quickly moved to meet him at the side of the bed and began to unbuckle his pants. He smelled so good. When I pulled down his pants his huge dick fell out and into my hand. I looked into his eyes for just a second to make sure that this is what he wanted because after I wrapped my mouth around his dick there was no turning back. All I could see in his eyes was desire so I dove in. His dick was hard and thick. I loved a thick dick. And it tasted so good! He was slightly longer than average size and for just a moment I wondered if I would be able to take it all, but then I exhaled a little more and stuck out my tongue and took him in all the way to the base. I loved it that he manscaped! His hands rested gently at the back of my head and I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, my spit coating his length, but I didn’t just pump his cock for all its worth. I varied my speed and took my time gently lick his ball and that delicate space called the perineum – the space between his balls and his anus. I was satisfied when I heard his low groan. When I finally sped up and held the pace, I had him holding on to the headboard with his eyes closed tightly. He was holding his whole body taught and I knew it was time to drive this orgasm home. I hit the sweet spot and didn’t stop until he let out several low grunts while his body spasmed with ecstasy and his thick load shot down my throat.

We collapsed on the bed, both of us out of breath. We eventually ended up with me laying on his chest, my hand gently stroking his cock. I felt so at ease with him. Neither of us were in a hurry to go anywhere.

“Are you still on the clock?” I suddenly asked him.

“No, Mrs. Anderson. You’ll only be charged for the hour and a half that it took me to install the system.”

 

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Thoughtful Tuesday: Writing Through The Pain

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There used to be a time when I wrote because it was the only way I knew how to communicate. It was the best way to communicate. Through writing I could express my frustration and anger, getting out exactly what I wanted to say, without breaking down into an inconsolable pile of blubbering tears.

I’m sure my ex-husband used to cringe when he saw one of my letters. Through my letters I would tell him how he hurt me. Through my letters is how I would reach out to ask what could I do better. Through my letters I would apologize for my part in the mess.

For years I also maintained my own blog under my government name. I posted regularly and had a good little following.

But, all that changed.

I got busy with school, my family and my career. Writing for leisure was tossed to the side as I took up writing for educational reasons, and then eventually, as I began to suffer through the dissolution of my marriage, writing became non-existent. It’s almost as if that part of me almost died.

Now, just like some claim to work on getting their sexy back, I’m trying to get my writing back. The best way to do that is to just write. I can ponder what to write about until I’m blue in the face, but pondering will not words on a blank page make.

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So, write I shall. With a little prodding from a very good friend, and fellow writer, Ty McDonald, I’m taking the steps that will lead me to healing and lead me back to a love I’ve had since I was a child – writing.

I will leave you with a post from one of the best, Jessica Strawser, in her guest post on Jane Friedman’s blog – 5 Ways to Keep Writing When Life Intervenes.

August 2016 is Write An Amazon Review Month! By @TerryTyler4 #AugustReviews

An excellent initiative. What we want we have to give in return. The world is spinning so fast these days people tend to cut out things that they deem not useful. Encouraging one another will always be useful. You have to be the light that you want to see in the world, right? This blog post is simple, but the results will produce a multitude of good vibes 🙂 Enjoy!

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Reblogged from Terry Tyler’s blog

#AugustReviews ~ because every little helps 🙂

August 2016 is Write An Amazon Review Month!  

On Monday 25th July, book blogger Rosie Amber wrote this post encouraging readers and writers alike to post a short review on Amazon for any book they’ve read and enjoyed ~ following this up, I’m starting this initiative along with other writer-bloggers including RosieCathy from Between The LinesBarb TaubShelley Wilson and Alison Williams
The idea is that, during August, everyone who reads this uses their Amazon account to post just one review on one book that they’ve read (but feel free to carry on if you get in the swing!).  You don’t even have to have read it recently, it can be any book you’ve read, any time. The book does not have to have been purchased from Amazon, though if it is you get the ‘Verified Purchase’ tag on it…

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Office Quickies – Corporate Crush

 

My heart was beating a little faster. My palms were a little damp. Keith Marshall had been looking right at me before I ducked my head below the cubical wall again. I had been working for a huge health care firm as the Communications Manager for a little over two months, and though the corporate building held over 400 employees, I thought there very few attractive men at the company.  

I didn’t know how to handle this! I’d never really had a work crush before. I felt like a school girl! What made this situation a little riskier was that I was a married woman. But, I could not deny the uninhibited electricity that seemed to flow between me and Keith.

“I saw that little interaction,” came the voice in the next cubicle. The voice came from Mark Russell, Special Events Manager, who was a hottie himself. Mark was 6’ 1” tall, broad shouldered, sandy blonde hair, and eyes the color of a deep blue ocean. His skin showed the right amount of tan to let you know that he enjoys spending time outdoors. Working directly with Mark means that I had to take a hands off attitude. At least face to face. My mind, on the other hand, played a different senario.

“Do you think he was looking at me?” I asked from my side of the cubicle. My mouth felt dry. I think all of the moisture from my mouth went to my palms. This was ridiculous! I have to get control of myself, I thought as I wiped my hands on my skirt. I’d always seen myself as a cool, calm and collected professional. Always focused on my career and not on those that I’d worked with. But, my 40th birthday had just past. I wished that someone would have told me that my libido would change so drastically. Now, every tall, dark, and handsome male turned my head like no other. I regularly carried extra panties in my purse because I never knew when some hottie would make my panties wet with just a look.

“Oh, I think he was looking right at you. What’s not to look at?” Mark gave a deep, throaty chuckle. I knew that he was enjoying my discomfort, but I also wanted to know what he meant by that. I admit that I was relatively happy with my looks, but what girl did not find something about themselves that they wanted to improve?  When I go out with my girlfriends for drinks, I often see men glancing my way, but I’d often shrugged it off because I was, essentially, off the market, and really only interested in hanging out with the girls. My looks were what you’d consider exotic. My dad is black and my mother is a beautiful Filipina, which meant that I had beautiful, smooth chocolate skin with black, silky hair with ringlets that fell to the middle of my back. My eyes were almond shaped and a deep chocolate brown with naturally curled eye lashes. I had natural curves that most women would pay to have. The only alteration that I’d made to my body was to give me a flat stomach. No matter how much I worked out after having children my belly never seemed to want to part with the rest of my body. My flat belly made my large boobs seem more pronounced then I would have liked, but overall I didn’t think I looked too bad.

“Just give in, Mo. Ask him out for drinks.” Mark had started calling me Mo a few days after we’d started working together and I didn’t correct him. Mo was actually a nickname that some of my closest friends had called me for years, and Mark and I had quickly become fast friends.

“Mark, you know I can’t do that. I’m a married woman.” Oh, yeah. I’d said that with a lot of confidence. My husband and I rarely saw each other and when we did we barely spoke to one another. We didn’t fight and nothing seemed to be wrong with our relationship, but the fire had definitely gone out. We just didn’t spend enough time together. Definitely not a good thing since I seemed to be horny all the time. B.O.B., my battery operated boyfriend, was my best friend most days.

“What could drinks hurt, Mo? You know you want to know more about him, and I’m almost certain that he wants to know more about you.”

“You’re kidding me, right? What would Keith want to know about me?” Keith was Vice President of Marketing and his office was not too far from the communications area. My boss, Steve Styles, and Keith often worked on projects together, but the projects had been few since I’d started with the company. I was hired in November, at a time when things began to slow down for the company, but that would soon change now that January had arrived and everyone began preparing for the new fiscal year.

I decided that Mark’s silence meant that I needed to get back to work and quit messing around with my fantasies. I began reading through my emails. The day had just started, but I’d already had close to 20 emails, which boggled my mind since I emptied out my inbox every single night before I left the office. When I got to the second email my mouth went dry again. It was an email from Keith. It just said ‘come to my office.’ I blinked a few times, not believing what I was seeing. Keith had never asked me to come to his office. Never. I quickly opened up the company’s instant messenger client and typed a message to Mark.

Me: He asked me into his office!!!!

Mark: Who asked you?

Me: Keith! Who do you think? (Because, of course, I expected Mark to know what I was talking about lol)

Mark: Then what are you doing messaging me?

He’s right, of course. I just needed to go. Just outside of Keith’s office I took a deep breath to still my nerves. I knocked on the door frame since his office door was already open.

“Hello, Monica. Please, come in, and close the door behind you.” I did as he commanded and took a seat in a chair directly across from him at his desk. “Thank you for coming so quickly. I wanted to propose an idea to you and see if you’d be interested.” As he talked I really had a hard time keeping my thoughts on his words. Keith was probably one of the most gorgeous men that I’d ever had the chance to meet. He was previously a defensive end for the local NFL team. 6’2”, 260 lbs, milk chocolate skin that was pulled tight over a muscular frame that looked like he still played football even though he hadn’t played pro ball in a little over 10 years. His arms were huge! You could see the material of his suit straining to cover every inch of his body. He licked his lips after his last sentence and I almost thought that I would fall out of my chair. I could feel my juices begin to pool as my clit throbbed with desire. I’d never reacted to another man like I was reacting to Keith. This was insane! I couldn’t even respond to him.

“Is everything alright, Monica? Can I get you some water?” Water? I didn’t think I needed any more fluids in my body!

“No!” That first word came out a little more forceful than I’d planned. I purposely concentrated on speaking calmly. “No, thank you. What ideas have you got?”

“Well, we want to increase the number of employee patient referrals so we thought about kicking off a campaign to communicate a weekly raffle for employees who refer valid patient leads. We’ll hold a weekly drawing from all the valid leads and send out a communication announcing the winners. Do you think that you can draft up a template for a weekly communication?”

“Absolutely! That’s a simple weekly communication that we can work together on. Just be sure to have the raffle winner information ready by noon every Monday so that we can push the announcement out around the same time every week.”

“Great! I’ll have the first draft sent to you in a couple of days and we can push out the first communication next Monday.”

This little meeting seemed to be coming to a close, so I began to stand. “Is there anything else that I can do for you, Keith?” He rose with me and I assumed that he wanted to see me to the door. Then I felt his hand on my lower back.

“Actually, there is something else that I wanted. Something I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on you,” His deep, sexy voice said just as I felt his other hand on my shoulder, gently turning me around to face him. Before I could even react his lips were crushing mine in a commanding and possessive kiss. As the kiss softened both of his hands cupped my ass and slightly lifted me, bringing me in closer. I cannot even lie. I kissed him right back. Soon my hands rose up to meet behind his neck. “You are so fucking sexy, Monica! I can barely keep my eyes off of you every day.”

Without even wanting to my hands began to push against his chest and I put the kibosh on his advances.

“We can’t do this. No. Not here. What if someone walks in?” I said as I backed away, straightening my skirt and my blouse.

For a very brief second I saw what looked like disappointment flash across his face. Then he straightened up, tugged at the hem of his suit jacket, and said, “Of course. I’ll have that draft to you in a couple of days. Thanks, Monica.” And with that he turned to sit at his desk.

For a second I didn’t know what to do with myself even though I was the one that put a stop to his kisses. What is wrong with me? Had I not been fantasizing over this man for weeks? As I turned and quickly left his office, closing the door behind me, I chastised myself for possibly losing a golden opportunity.

My instant messenger popped up and soon as I sat back at my desk.

     Mark: So??

     Me: So, what?

     Mark: What happened? What did he want?

     Me: He kissed me.

Mark’s head popped from around the corner of the cubicle. “Let’s go for a walk.” It wasn’t a question, but a command. Feeling lost after what just happened I didn’t even hesitate to follow him into a small unoccupied conference room on the other side of the building.

“He kissed you??”

“Yes.” I still felt stunned and one word answers were all I could give him.

“I still say I can’t blame him. You are a stunner, Mo.”

I give him a sidewise glance only to find that he’s looking directly at me. “Thank you?”

Before I’m even finished with those words Mark is in front of me, so close that I can feel his breath on my face like a soft caress. He lifts his hand to push back loose strands of my hair behind my ear. For a moment time seemed to stand still. It stood still long enough for me to notice how beautiful Mark’s eyes were. It stood still long enough for me to notice that I had placed my right hand on Mark’s fucking hot bicep. I had no clue that he had all those muscles under that shirt. Time stood still just long enough for my panties to get wet just before his lips landed on mine. Man! This guy can kiss! He took his time exploring my mouth with his tongue, while his hands did a little exploration of their own. I felt one of his large hands cupping my breasts, then leisurely grabbing my ass, the other hand pulling my head in to deepen the kiss.

“Don’t worry. I locked the door,” Mark whispered.

My brow furrowed. Only for a split second did I question why he would say that. In the next second I knew. He gently lifted my blouse to reveal smooth, rounded cleavage. Only for a brief moment I thought, ‘what are we doing?’ I abandoned that thought as soon as he lifted a breast out of my bra and took the stiff peaked nipple gently into his mouth.

“I’ve wanted you, Mo.” Mark slowly spun me around so that I was facing away from him. He lifted my skirt and seemed to take a moment to worship my ass. Both hands covered the roundness of my ass in slow circles.

Smack! I jumped a little. Even though it wasn’t a hard smack, I still briefly wondered if anyone outside of this room heard it. His fingers then went to my warm, soft opening. I was so wet my juices were almost dripping down my leg. He circled my clit and I gave a small moan. I wanted him so bad!

Next, I felt a thick, warm cock pushing between my folds.

“You are so fucking sexy! I can’t wait to feel you surrounding me.” His cock pushed deep inside me with one thrust and I gave a small yelp of pleasure. My husband wasn’t as big, so Mark fit nice and tight. As he began moving in and out I felt something that I’d never felt before. The friction on my G spot was so intense!

“I think I’m going to . . .” Cum! I was cumming! After only a few strokes of Mark’s thick cock I came! In all the years that I’d been married I’d never cum vaginally before. Unlike when I cum with clitoral stimulation, immediately after cumming, I began to build up to another climax.

“Oh, Mark! Fuck me harder!”

“Your wish is my command, sexy!”

I just wanted to moan with ecstasy, but I had to keep it down! There was nothing we could do about the ‘smack, smack, smack’ as he fucked me for all he was worth. He put his hands in that special place at my hips and drove into me with such force that I had to hold onto the conference table.

“Oh god! Mo! Oh, fuuuuuuck!”

“Fuck me, Mark!”

“Oh, baby. I’m going to cum! Cum with me, baby!”

I came. And I came. And I came. All over his dick and his balls until it was dripping down my leg.

He collapsed over my back. Both of us were breathing deeply having spent all of our energy. He gave a little growl as he pushed off of me and stood up, zipping up his pants.

“I would say that I’m sorry, Mo. I truly meant to only discuss what went on in Keith’s office, but I couldn’t help myself. You don’t know how many times I wanted to do just that.” He turned away from me to grab the roll of paper towels on the counter at the back of the room.

“Mark, no need to apologize. I actually hope that we can do that again.” I was actually thinking that this turn of events was a nice little surprise. I had never had an office tryst. This could be fun. I pulled down my skirt and began to straighten my clothes.

That’s when we heard the door to the conference room open and close. I thought Mark had said that he’d locked the door!

“Well, well, well!” Both of us turned to see that Keith had entered the room. He had a Cheshire cat grin on his face. “Mind if I join?”

 

Clean Sex

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It was New Year’s Day and I knew no one would be at the laundry mat. Last night had been a bust. I had gotten stood up for the New Year’s Eve party and because my date was my ride, the night ended with me toasting myself with the little bit of hard cider that I had in the fridge. I didn’t seem to have much luck in the dating department lately. Don’t get me wrong! I have gone on plenty of dates in the past year, whether they were suggestions from friends or matchups through an online dating site, I pretty much had gone on a date every weekend the majority of the year. But, enough was enough. Sometimes I wondered if it was my size that kept men from going on more than one date with me. Well . . . that couldn’t be the only reason I seemed unsuccessful. Sometimes the guys that I went on dates with were nut jobs and I’m the one that decided only one date was necessary.

I am a curvy woman of average height. I had an ass, but I didn’t think of it as one of my best features. That is probably because my G sized breasts steal the show. People have told me that I have an exotic look about me with my caramel colored skin, my almond eyes and jet black hair. I often noticed men staring, but it usually didn’t go beyond that, so I always assumed that they couldn’t get past the extra weight that I carried.

When I got out of bed this morning I decided to start fresh and focus on making me a better person. Who needs a guy to be happy with life?

Unfortunately, my solitude did not last very long. As I was putting my last few items of clothing into the wash a tall hooded man walked in with a large load of laundry. I didn’t pay him a lot of attention because he began loading the washers on the opposite side of the laundry mat. I sat on the benches near the front of the laundry mat and settled down to finish my latest romance novel that I had downloaded to my phone’s eBook app. I was so involved in the story that I had forgotten that there was anyone else in the room. I jumped a mile when a heard a deep, sexy voice right in front of me. I dropped my phone on the seat and took the time to retrieve it before glancing up at where that voice came from. All thoughts left my head as I laid eyes on a man who could have easily taken the award for sexiest man of 2014. He had pushed his hood back to reveal shoulder length blonde hair, the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen so close up, and something a little more than a 5 o’clock shadow on a square jaw. His t-shirt was tight against his chest revealing a muscular frame that I immediately wanted to reach out and touch. One muscle clad arm was decorated in a Celtic tattoo which reached all the way to his wrist. My slow perusal of this sexy godlike man ended at eye level and I wondered what lay under those tight jeans. And there was something more. He wore my favorite Polo cologne. My eyes quickly snapped back up to his face when I heard his voice say something again.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I asked trying not to focus on his gorgeous lips which broke into a sexy lopsided grin when our eyes met.

“I asked if you had change for a $5 because the change machine won’t take my mangled money.” He revealed a five dollar bill that was dog eared.

“Of course. I always have ones because I waitress at O’Malley’s.” Did he need to know that last little bit of information? I always seemed to say too much when I’m nervous. I reached into my pocket and gave him five ones. Our hands touched when we exchanged the money and my eyes snapped to his. His eyes revealed that also he felt the undeniable electricity between us.

Our trance soon ended when another person joined us, lugging their dirty laundry over to a nearby washing machine. My tall stranger went back to tending to his clothes, and I to my book, but I couldn’t help but notice several stolen glances from my tall stranger. And with each stolen glance my juices pooled and my clit throbbed. Oh, the things I could imagine!

But, then I remembered my decision as of that morning to forget about guys and focus on my own personal growth. That had to begin somewhere. I would get nowhere if I entertained thoughts of this stranger any longer. With my decision made, I quickly pulled my clothes from the dryer and proceeded to fold them at a location furthest from the tall sexy stranger. Determined to make this year different I loaded the last of my two baskets in my car. As I backed up to close the back door I ran into something solid. I spun around just as the tall stranger took a step forward, closing the distance between us. His lips landed on mine as he drove me up against the frame of the car, my butt with nothing solid to rest on because I had never gotten the door closed.

His lips crushed against mine as they softened into a deep kiss. Suddenly his tongue invaded the opening between my lips and his hands roamed over my curves. My shock quickly turned into electric heat as his hands cupped my breast and one of his fingers lightly pinched at my nipple. His mouth left mine to trail kisses on that special place where my shoulder meets my neck that makes me weak at the knees.

“I want you now, sexy,” He said gruffly as he gently pulled me over to the open back door of his king cab truck which I hadn’t notice was parked right next to my car. As he slid in backwards he kept my hand in his and his eyes never left mine. Once we were in the cab and the door was closed behind me, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and slid his pants down around his ankles revealing his rock hard, thick cock. Before he even settled back against the seat my mouth was on his cock as if drawn to it by some magical force. His thickness filled my mouth as it throbbed, and he let out a moan as my wet mouth slid up and down, coating his shaft.

“Oh, baby. I knew when I saw your perfect lips that they would fit nicely over my dick.” His words made my juices begin to pool and I reached into my panties with my free hand and began to massage my clit. His hand followed mine that that warm place between my legs and he felt for himself how wet I was.

“I think you’re ready for me, sexy,” he said as he spun me around so that I was facing away from him, pulling my panties down at the same time. I was crouched in such a way that my ass was almost level with his face. He sucked in a breath as his big hands outlined my ass, massaging them. He groaned with unbridled desire as he reached into his pants for a condom. He quickly tore open the pack and rolled it onto his dick in record time. His hands went to my waist as he guided me to sit on his throbbing cock. We both let out identical groans as my pussy slid over this cock coating him with my juices.

“Fuck yeah,” he said as I began my slow ride. I loved taking it slow in the beginning so that I could feel every inch of his cock as he filled me, stretching my lips with that perfect fit. After a minute or two I decided I wanted to watch his face, so I turned around and straddled him. My pace quickly became faster as I began to feel the first contractions deep in my abdomen. I knew in this position I could come multiple times. My moans grew louder as my eyes locked with his, the pools of his eyes deepened from a light blue to the dark blue of a stormy sea. He lifted my blouse and I pulled out my large boobs out of my bra.

“Mmmmm . . . they are so big and warm.” As I rode him for all he was worth he took one of my nipples into his mouth, gently scraping his teeth against the hard nub. His gentle sucking combined with the feeling of his shaft hitting my cervix brought me closer to a huge orgasm. The truck jolted up and down with each thrust. The tall sexy stranger’s dick grew so large inside of me and filled me completely. His hands went to my waist as he quickened the pace until it became frenzied with lust. My moans became grunts as I matched him stroke for stroke. He let out a final groan as his whole body clenched with his orgasm. For a second, time seemed to stand still in that moment right before my entire body contracted and I came hard. My juices flowed over his dick and I could still feel it throbbing as we both came together. I lay on his chest, my energy spent as I reveled in the feel of his sexy body against mine. His strong arms circled around me, grabbing my ass, and squeezing tight.

“You are so fucking sexy. That. Was. Amazing!” I leaned back to see that slow sexy smile on his lips again. “My name is Jeremy.” And just like that, my decision from that morning went right out of my pretty little head.