She had a soft, small laugh and a gentle voice. Calm and loving, she was a thirty-two year old coffee shop waitress with a degree she never used and a very sparse romantic history. She wanted a boyfriend for years but she was terribly shy and just didn’t know how to make a move, even a small one. So she made small talk with strangers all day, knowing she’d never see them again and never really being challenged to go outside her comfort zone.
About six months ago, the Officer who worked along the stretch of lonely highway that the restaurant she waitressed at was located, came into the Diner and introduced himself. He was in his late forties, she’d guessed, which would make him nearly 25 years her senior.
He had blonde hair, grey peppered lightly throughout. It was cut short but had obvious curl in it, and kinda of messy. He stood about six foot two inches, had broad shoulders and thick arms. It was clear he took care of his body. His eyes were an Emerald green which were set perfectly apart and he wore silver Aviators over them most of the time. His name was James, the older waitresses who knew him from when he worked this beat seven years ago called him Jimmy and sometimes Jim.
It was 6:30 and she had just gotten off of work. She would normally go home, make herself dinner, take a bath and fall asleep watching some TV or do some reading. Low-key and no frills, she was a plain-sight type of beauty who you didn’t think of beautiful when you first saw her but every time after that she became more gorgeous. Her hair was long, sandy blonde and straight, which she wore down her back in a low ponytail. She too had bright green eyes but instead of aviators she wore brown tortoise shell rectangular glasses. They were hipster, but she wasn’t. She was plain and simple but beautiful. And on this particular evening, she was glowing. James had come in and given her a compliment–she couldn’t really even remember what–and all she could keep thinking was “this man who I have had a crush on for two years has noticed me!”
She was warm everywhere, even in places that didn’t ofter get warmed up anymore.
Knowing her roommate would be home by now (and probably have her loud musician boyfriend over), she decided to pull off in an almond orchard near the highway and indulge in her new found warmness.
She went back about 15 feet from the highway, turned her car off, reclined her seat and closed her eyes. She imagined James unbuckling his pants–in uniform–and exposing his huge, rock hard dick to her as she kneeled naked in front of him. She slid her hand down her panties underneath her waitress dress and began to strum lightly on her wet clit. She wanted to touch him but he wasn’t there so she ripped open her smock, pulled her bra down and rubbed on one of her perky B-cup breasts with one hand and continued to finger herself with the other.
She was imagining him. Wondering what his face might look like when he orgasmed. Wondering what his cum might taste like, or what it would feel like sprinkled down her face and chest. Suddenly she saw a flash of lights through her closed eyes and for a moment wondered if she was about to have some intense-never-before-experienced mind-blowing orgasm. Then the lights were followed by a “bloop-bloop” of a Police car. It rang once before parking right behind her and then immediately turning its lights off.
She knew she didn’t have enough time to fix her dress or panties but she managed to pull her bra up and smooth her messy ponytail slightly. She could hear the orchard dirt crunch underneath his patrol boots as he approached the passenger side of her car. Her heart was beating. What would she say? How would she explain?
Then James’ face appeared across from her. Her heart must’ve stopped completely for a minute as she sat there, speechless, nervous, and horny as fuck. He smiled and put one hand up, acknowledging he recognized her and to say hello. As she put her hand up to wave he opened the passenger door and sat down. “Hi there.”
I must’ve looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You’d think I was cooking meth out there for the way I felt like I reacted.
“Hi, hi James, how’ve you been since I saw you a couple hours ago?” I smiled, shifting in my seat and crossed my ankles, hoping he wouldn’t notice my black panties bunched up around them.
“Good. Gave a few speeding tickets out. Not much else,” he said, locking eyes with her and turning his shoulders in to open his body to her. “What’s a young girl like you doing parked out here? A lot of creeps walk through these orchards at night.” He had a genuine look of concern on his face and that made her even hornier. To think he was concerned about her had her pussy creaming in her panties.
*Go for it. Go for it and see. Do it.* Her mind raced with thoughts she’d never had before.
“I don’t have any privacy at my apartment and I needed some privacy.” She opened her shoulders to face him, revealing to him that her pink waitress dress was unbuttoned down the front until the top of her navel, exposing her bra and breasts to him. There wasn’t even a moment of nervousness in his face as he glanced at her partially-nude pale, sexy body and back up to her eyes.
“But you’re the reason I need my privacy.” She took her arms out of her dress and let it hang at her waist as she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor board. “I see you, you talk to me, I watch you, then all I want to do is touch myself,” she was whispering now, sliding her hand down her stomach and resting it on her soft, shaved mound. “Do you know that for two years I’ve been fucking myself and imagining it was you?” She sat up quickly and caught him off guard with a wet but highly sexy french kiss.
“I want to stop being so pathetic,” she said, leaning over and unzipping his pants just like in her fantasy. His rock hard throbbing cock sprung free from his work pants and she immediately started deep throating it. He still hadn’t said a word but was moaning and letting out small affirmations like “oh yes” and “don’t stop”. She didn’t know what it would be like to suck a much older man but whatever she may have imagined it to be, this was much, much better.
His girth grew quickly in her throat as she sucked him and drug her tongue up and down his shaft at the same time. His hips squirmed in the seat, the seat belt clasp clinking under his hip as she smashed her face into his body, ramming his extremely hard cock down her throat.
After five minutes of face-fucking his massive cock, he tried to pull her off but she refused to come off his dick as he unloaded a massive, massive load into her. “Pull out,” he moaned roughly and he took her head in his hands (the first time he’d touched her) and tried to physically pull her off.
She shook no and the motion of her shaking her head no–pleading to be filled up with his load–made him explode. It was been a long time since he had oral sex and he’d never had it with a gorgeous 23 year old, either.
She pulled off of him after doing a deep swallow, and looked up, smiling. There was a look of surprise in his eyes as she tucked his penis back into his boxers and started to button up her dress. “I don’t know what to say,” he said, leaning back to zip up his pants. “I had no idea.”
She fixed her hair and put her glasses back on. “Now you know,” she said and before he had time to pull away she reached over, grabbed his hand and stretched it across the middle console of her car and rested it in her lap, his pinky finger pressed against her wet pussy lips.
“Now touch me because if you don’t touch me now, I’m going to cum just from looking at you and tasting your cum in my mouth. That’s how horny I am for you.”
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