Hot right? There’s nothing like sticky floors and stale spinning hot dogs to get the juices flowing. It
was actually outside the 7-Eleven. I was parked in my truck, taking lunch. I liked the Bi-mart parking lot
for my breaks. It was just on the edge of my recycle route. That’s right, my garbarge-man recycle-truck
driving route. I had been working this job for the past two years since getting out of the Army at 24.
It was a glass-truck. I picked up the blue boxes lining the neighborhoods and filled with all the empty
loneliness we are all so nobly and responsibly disposing of. I had to drive my truck from the right side
when on-route, standing up and without a door. I had very defined calve muscles to say the least.
I was parked at the edge of the Bi-Mart parking lot, just before the ambiguous crossover into
pavement leased to the 7-Eleven corp, two rows of spots away from the pumps. I was watching her
scrolling through the RedBox on the curb outside next to the propane cage and plastic-wrapped
firewood stacked on mildewed pallets.
She cut the atmosphere around her out of the cosmos and froze herself forever in time within my
mind. I still remember the way her dark blue floral shirt grazed the top of her jeans and got slightly
stuck above the belt loops, showing the soft concave dip of flesh at the small of her back; and later, the
taste of sweat licked from that same dip of flesh.
I don’t know how to phrase what I felt drawing me to her. At the time I was simply overwhelmed with
anxiety and the urge to introduce myself. Her hips were mesmerizing. The clearance of the rise of her
buttocks from the indentation of lower back, rising like a goddess serpent up her arched spine, her
waist tapering in above, her thighs holding taut all that jean material down through her voluptous
carved calves, the cut-off hem frayed just above cute, bare, ankle bones and squirming feet in frumpy
flats. She had cut the cosmos wide open with the most casual attire. I couldn’t look away. But she was
finished picking a movie. It was being shuffled about inside the machine and was about to come
slowly sliding out the front slot. I found myself already having gotten out the cab of my truck and now
approaching from only a few feet away.
“Hello. How are you doing?” I had spoken.
“Hi.” She said turning back slightly, her hand still uplifted and pulling the case out of the machine as
she was turning away to her car. She paused when she looked at me. Then she let out a giggle and her
lips spread wide in the most beautiful and genuine smile I have ever seen. “Hello”, she said again,
through that beautiful smile.
“I’m Michael. I just wanted to say hello.”
“I’m Dawn.”
Here I paused, her smile had spread to my face, and after I guffawed and realized I wasn’t talking
anymore.
“It’s really nice to meet you. I, I saw you over here, and I really wanted to come over and say hi. I um, I
would love to be able to call you sometime. I’m actually just on break right, now,” gesturing to the 15-
ton bright blue truck over my shoulder.
“Okay, yea, um, okay.” Her smile was actually bigger now. “Okay here.” I handed her my phone and she
typed in her number. “Wow, this is random!” She almost laughed her words, her voice was soft and
sweet, but I could hear the moan behind her words, the almost whimper that was hidden behind
heavy exhales. Her chest was filling to the brim with each inhale, I could feel her blood swirling.
“I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if I hadn’t come over and said hi.”
“Well I’m really glad you did.”
“Me too, I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” Saying this now, it seems cheesy, made-up,
insincere, but I found myself asking her, “Could I give you a hug?”
I don’t know why. I was in the moment, and we were both obviously and heavily attracted to one
another. That’s my excuse. But she didn’t say no. “Ok”, with perhaps a small twinge of uncertainty in
the last syllable. But then I held her for the first time. I closed the distance between us in a single step,
having held her eyes in mine since the first word. I reached my right hand inside of her waist, and a
reached my left over her right shoulder, I was almost a foot taller than her. My right hand connected
with the soft succulent flesh of her waist and my left grasped her shoulder and then slid down her
shoulder blades and back as the first slid all the way around the small of her back, carressing her flesh
the entire time. Her arms both grasped my waist and pulled me into her as they slid up my back, I felt
enveloped within her from that first moment. I was also almost instantly erect and worried about
pressing into the front of her thigh, but her full figure was pressed firmly against me, and after a
moment, feeling her grip me even tighter once she felt my member pressed into her hips, I melted
into the comfort of her body. I was sure we had been embraced for a half minute, and I deeply inhaled
as we slowly untangled ourselves. I paused and held her waist to mine once our eyes made contact
again. And we both grinned from ear to ear. We knew something uncanny just happened. Something
that seemed so familiar and necessary that perhaps this wasn’t the first lifetime this had happened.
The entire encounter was saturated with Deja Vu.
“I can’t wait to talk to you.” I said.
She guffawed again, “Okay,” and giggled as she took small steps backwards to the door of her
Mercedes, our eyes still holding each other. She was adorable and sexy and gorgeous and irresistable
and cute and clumsy and wonderful. I knew it at the time, and knew that what we were about to
experience together would be exponentially impactful. We decided to meet. The first time I came to
her house it was four-thirty in the morning. We had planned several times to meet for drinks, but she
had to cancel twice, once because of work, and once because of her teenage son. Neither were
disheartening, she had a way of keeping me comforted with her words no matter what she was telling
me.
Well now she was about to go out of town that Friday afternoon for a week. She said she didn’t care,
she wanted to see me again in person before she left town. So it had to be before my shift, in the early
dark of the morning.
I was standing on the porch. I had texted from the car, avoiding the door bell. I could hear muffled
shuffling inside, and then the door opened with a single silent creak, and from the darkness beyond
her white gowned visage slowly emerged. She reached out and took my hand with a smile and pulled
me inside silently. She walked backwards and held my hands, drawing me in deeper and deeper. We
found ourselves in the back room on an L-couch.
I remember a single moment of uncertainty while she sat next to me on the couch.
And then I reached out and held her face in both of my hands, pulled her face to mine and slowly,
softly caressed her lips with mine. Her lips were succulent, full, soft and warm, their wetness building
as the intensity of the kiss grew. My hands were sliding up the back of her neck into her hair, and she
pressed her body into mine and swung her leg over my lap to straddle me, her hands now on my neck
and in my hair, my hands sliding up the thick luscious flesh of her thighs and wrapping around to
grasp each cheek of her ass in my hands, pulling her hips into me, feeling the warmth of her
spreading through her sweatpants, my cock struggling against my jeans, fully erect and pulsing with
desire.
I felt fully enveloped within her love as our bodies began sliding against and into one another more
quickly, my hands had pulled her soft cotton sweatpants down below her panti-less ass cheeks, and I
kneaded and spread her ass cheeks apart, in a circular motion that matched the rhythm of her hips
humping my screaming erection. I felt like life was connected at our touch, each caress and suckle and
squeeze ignited an explosion of sensation in the moment of Now, the one true moment where we
found our souls entwining together.
Our touch responded instinctively to one another, our needs and desires known from the deepest
resonation of body languages, without having to see every bit of her I knew exactly where her body
moved at all times, I could feel where she would move next, where she wanted to move next, how she
wanted to move next, how she wanted me to move next. It was all so perfectly communicated in the
moment without the need for any words.
I was now rolled on top of her, and she pulled my shirt over my head, sliding her hands up my abs and
ribs, along the outside of my shoulders and up my outstretched arms. I was now both kneeling and
straddling her, looking down into her eyes as she unfastened my pants. Once they were opened, she
stopped, and slowly carressed my bulge outside of my pants, coaxing my erection from the side
pocket, until it sprang into view between the unzipped flaps of jeans, she drew in her breath in an
audible gasp as my erection toppled out, fully exposed and straining to contain my raging blood. Her
lips parted and her tongue curled about her upper teeth as she stared at my cock, her fingers slowly
reaching, then just to brush the tip, tickling the head, and tracing my cock down to the base. Then she
moaned and sat up with hunger as she put me into her mouth. My god the warmth of her wet little
mouth. She took me in completely and all at once, I felt her tongue wriggling in her throat, her eyes
closed and she moaned on my cock, mmmmmmhhhmmm, I can still feel that first moan tingle in the
tip of my dick. She knew everything I wanted before I knew it myself. She was tracing the sides with
her pouting lips, swallowing me down completely only to tease the tip in short, licking sucks. My blood
was coarsing behind my eyes, the world was warm and I was awake and loved in it. She made me feel
this way from the beginning.
My eyes closed and head leaned back as her mouth and hand moved in a rhythm that became
untraceable, the sensations making me feel things that seemed impossible. I had to stop her.
“Oh my god you’re gonna make me cum,” I pulled my hips back, her lips smacking as my cock was
pulled from her mouth.
“No I want you to come.” She told me.
“No, I’m coming inside of you the first time.” I was holding her face in my hands, looking down at her,
my cock unable to stop bouncing against her neck and collarbone, she was still clothed, and I found it
extremely arousing to be touching her clothed body with my frustrated erection. I lowered myself, so
that the pre-cum on the tip of my cock traipsed across her breasts and stomach, I lowered myself
between her legs and pulled them off the side of the couch. I pulled her waistband fully down past her
feet and slid my hands up her bare legs, up to her knees, and then gently spread her legs apart,
sliding my hands up her inner thighs as I did so. Her blood was flowing so hot, her thighs were sticky
below the crevasse of flesh at the groin, her wetness having spread with the warmth across her entire
crotch.
I pressed my face into her wetness, smothering myself in her lips, feeling her thighs against my chin
my neck my ears, my hands reaching from below and gripping the cushion of her hips tight. I
breathed into her pussy, moaning, humming, she smelled sweet, but rich, like caramel cream or maple
syrup, without having opened my lips I could feel her large clitoris swelled against the skin above my
lips and under my nose, it pulsated there. I extended my tongue as low and deep as I could, in a slow,
firm upwards lick, up to her swollen clit where my lips wrapped soft and supple, sucking gently,
tongue flicking gently, I sucked on her clit and felt her pussy juices flowing down my chin, she was
cumming immediately.
I devoured her pussy. It was juicy, succulent, delicious, I stuck my tongue as deep into her wetness as I
could, my whole face smothered in her wetness. Eating her pussy filled a hunger in me I had never
known I had. I needed her to cum on my face, it was who I wanted to be. I felt defined in those
moments we shared, I knew who I was, what I wanted and what I was going to do.
She came on my face several more times before shaking bodily and jerking my face to hers.
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me now!”
I stood over her as she laid back on the couch, moaning for me, squirming in ecstasy and anticipation.
I laid down slowly on top of her, coming down to wrap my arms behind her back, kissing her, sucking
at her lips, licking her mouth and neck. I pressed my cock against her, sliding up and down between
her lips, not allowing the head of my cock below her clit. With each thrust of my hips, I would let the
tip of my cock slide slightly lower, just enough each time to feel the movement, feel it getting closer
and closer to that moment of pressure giving way. My arms tight behind her back, I lowered my hips
just enough, and felt the tip pass the pelvic bone, ready at her luscious labia to be sucked inside, and I
held there, our breath gasped in and held as well, and we were locking in eye contact in a moment
outside of all time. And then I slowly let my hips give way, and her mouth opened wide and silent, her
brow furrowed slightly, her eyes begging me with a burning gaze, and I was inside of her, deep inside.
I slid so easily inside of her tightness, it felt impossible, enveloped with love inside of the most
precious of sanctuaries. I pressed deeply and firmly and completely into her for a solid minute, slowly
gyrating my hips in tiny circle, tracing her cervix with the swollen tip of my cock, before I dared even
pull back a little. I stayed deep within her, she pulled me up high above her, causing the angle of my
cock to bend around her pelvis and her clitoris.
I ached deep inside of her, pulsating in twitches and spasms she could feel in her stomach. Each thrust
was an infinite heaven, each penetration a choir of angels. I began giving her the entire length of my
shaft, pulling out slowly before plunging deep again, over and over, our breath came in and out in
gasps and moans. The ridge of my cock was on fire with passion and the energy began to flow into my
taint and spread up my spine and down my legs. She filled me with tremors of passion and ecstasy,
resonated energy rippling outwards to infinity. I came what felt like floods inside of her. I poured forth
inside of her, over and over I felt wave and wave of cum shooting out. I came deep inside of her. And I
could feel it pouring forth from the base of my cock, dripping down my balls and smacking our thighs.
I stayed deep inside of her. But I didn’t stop. I kept moving, small gyrations of my hips causing the
head of my cock to tremble and twitch inside of her.
To be continued…
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