I stood in front of the electric parking meter, looking from it to my license plate with a frown on my soft, plump, pink lips. I twirled a strand of my red hair around my finger as I tried to figure the machine out. How was I supposed to put my license plate number in when there was no dash mark on the keyboard? I huffed and stomped my foot, crossing my arms over my ample chest. I was going to be late for my reservation!
Just then a balding, middle-aged man in a parking authority jacket came up behind me. He coughed, gesturing to the machine that he needed to get to. I gasped and stepped up close to him, sure he was about to give me a ticket. I watched his eyes widen as I pressed against him.
“Please, sir! Don’t give me a ticket yet, I just can’t figure this thing out!”
The man sputtered for a moment, looking down at my low cut shirt now pressed against him. “Uh, okay. I can help. Just read me your plate.”
“Oh, thank you!” I exclaimed. He stood in front of the machine while I leaned over my trunk to see my license plate. I probably should’ve gone around, but I was just thinking about how grateful I was to this kind man and how to read my plate as quick as I could! To see it, I had to stretch on my tip toes and lean far over the back of the car. I felt a breeze pick up and ruffle my skirt and the skin of my pussy. You see, I was only wearing a thin g-string and no tights. But I figured the skirt was plenty long, so I smoothed it down and looked back at the man.
“Ready?”
He was staring at me with huge eyes and a red face, and a tent in his pants. So many men seemed to have random uncontrollable erections. It was sad! I usually pretended I didn’t see it, to be polite.
“Y-yeah. Go ahead.”
“LYF dash 561.”
I started to slide back off but the man said “Stop. A-are you sure it’s a dash?”
I looked back at him again and nodded. He swallowed and coughed. “Get a closer look. Make sure.”
I sighed and leaned back over, pulling myself farther onto the trunk. I felt my skirt ride up again and the wind on my ass cheeks but I figured it was just for a second and ignored it.
“It’s a dash, I’m sure!”
“Just keep looking!”
“Okay,” I murmured, rolling my eyes. The dash wasn’t going anywhere, but I looked at it a little longer to make sure. I could feel the wind all over my ass at that point. “It’s still a dash!”
“Just,” the man grunted, sounding much closer to me. Maybe he was checking too! “Just keep, ugh, checking!”
I did until I felt a spurt of hot liquid hit my bare ass cheek. I gasped and shot up, trying to get away from it. But the man’s hand held my lower back as three, no, four, more spurts hit my bare ass and between my cheeks, dripping down my thong and touching my pussy lips.
“What is going on!” I shouted, and he finally let go. I glanced back at myself to see long rivets of white goo all over my butt. The man was sweating and adjusting his zipper.
“A bird,” he panted, shielding his eyes and looking at the sky. “It was crazy, flew down low and shit on you.”
I made a disgusted noise, looking at the quickly trying substance in dismay. It really didn’t look like bird poop, it looked like…some other goop I was much better acquainted with. But it couldn’t have just fell from the sky! “Well why did you hold me down instead of helping!”
“I was helping, young lady,” he said, suddenly serious. “It could’ve attacked you if you freaked out like you were going to.”
“Oh…” I said, blushing at my rudeness. “I’m sorry. Thank you so much sir. I didn’t realize.”
“You sure didn’t,” he scoffed. “Now hold still. I need to document this, it’s been happening all over town.”
“Of course,” I nodded, and leaned back over the car. I stuck my butt out so he could get a better angle as he took maybe ten photos at various angles of my butt. When he was finally done, he had a tent in his pants again.
“Well, you best be off young lady,” the man said, turning to leave.
“Wait!” I yelped. I was still holding my skirt up off my basically naked ass. “Can’t you help me clean up?”
“Oh, uh, of course,” the man said. He waddled back over to me, pulled a tissue from his pocket, and started aggressively wiping at my skin. “That’s a little rough,” I said, looking back at his scrunched face.
“It’s really on here. Just hold still, I need to loosen it up a bit.”
“Uh, what do you — AH!” I shouted as the man’s hand came down hard on my delicate, thick, pale ass, turning it immediately red. “That HURT!”
“Young lady,” he said gruffly, “do you want my help or not?”
I looked at him with pouty lips and nodded.
“Good. Now, there’s some on your panties too so just hold still.”
“Yes, sir, thank — AH! AHH!”
I squealed loudly as he grabbed my thong and yanked it up so it threaded me ass and landed another smack on my cheek, and then again on the other. He did it three more times before I tried to cover my butt with my hands.
“Owww!” I whined. I looked back at him with big, doe eyes where he was panting and looking down at my bright red ass, my thong still gripped in his fist.
“Almost done,” he nodded. Then he leaned over me, settling what had to of been his flashlight firmly between the fat globes of my ass. “Just a little bit in your hair.”
“I didn’t feel any there…” I said quietly, but he was being very thorough as he wiped at my hair. But to do it he had to leaned over me pretty far, and I felt his flashlight rub between my asscheeks for like thirty seconds before he grunted and got up.
“Finally,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Can I stand up now?”
“Sure, whatever,” the man said. He was out of breath but smiling to himself, and he must’ve got some of the bird poop on his pants because there was a stain on them.
I pulled down my skirt over my sore, sticky ass and finally began my walk to lunch. When I got back, I had a parking ticket!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/z4w38i/fool_me_twice_part_one_reluctancetricked_bimbo