[M]y handjob with a hurricane on the way

I decided to be bold with a former coworker on her birthday. We weren’t close and hadn’t really talked much during our time was coworkers… so of course we didn’t maintain much contact after she quit. But I would “jokingly” hit on her once in awhile while my wife and I were briefly separated. Anyway, for her birthday, I “joked” that I was obliged to send her a dick pic as a gift. Instead of just immediately blocking me, she welcomed the pic. We ended up exchanging pics all night and talking dirty to each other while my wife slept in the next room. She was mad at me that night. She usually is. My former coworker was 9 years older than me, but you wouldn’t have known it from the dimly lit full body nude she sent me right off the bat. The picture still drives me crazy. She was on her back with her legs bent over the edge of the bed. Her big tits looked incredible. I wanted to jump into that image and mount her. Closeups of her tits and pretty MILF pussy followed.

After a month or so of sexting, and as Hurricane Irma came bearing down on us, my former colleague and I also realized we were both potheads. She was a South Florida native and sure as fuck wasn’t going to evacuate in the face of the storm. My family wasn’t leaving either. I couldn’t because I work in an industry where you don’t leave because of a hurricane. To the contrary, that’s when we’re most needed.

Anyway, we flirted away this particular evening and she volunteered to come to my work to smoke a bowl and share a pot cookie. I told her my dick would be out the whole time and she did not object. We met in a commercial parking lot behind a nearby fast food joint. And right when I hopped in her car, we smoked and I said, “I think I should kill the tension by pulling my dick out now.” She giggled and “dared” me to. She also asked if she could take some pictures of it. I agreed. I unbuckled my pants and what do you know… my cock was already hard and aching. I flexed so it stood straight up… the foreskin already peeling back from excitement… the veins throbbing… the thick shaft twitching as pot smoke surrounded it. She took a couple pics. I asked her to pull her tit out. She said, “Oh you want to see my big German tits?” Really. Her exact words. She pulled one out and let me cup it. I also tweaked her nipple before asking if I could suck it. She played coy and hinted I couldn’t because I was married. At that moment, knowing her, I knew the possibility blow job was gone. Damn. lol. But I asked if she wanted to touch my dick anyway and she briefly placed her palm on it… pressing it against my torso. When she pulled away, I said she could keep going. She grabbed it this time before letting go. “Touch it again. It’s ok.” She did… this time giving it a tug and pulling my foreskin all the way back. She was very good with her hands. I asked her to keep going. Without hesitating, she grabbed it with force and gave long, confident strokes until suddenly my hot cum shot out all over my torso. It took a lot of Kleenex to wipe it all up. And that pot cookie came in handy during the storm.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b8lq6h/my_handjob_with_a_hurricane_on_the_way