I [M] get picked up by a slutty Goth [F]

I had noticed Katy a couple of weeks ago. She was this stunning girl who would ride the same bus home that I did. I try to save gas during the week, so on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I take public transit. The trips are fairly boring most of the time, until I saw Katy get onto the bus.

She is short, I would say a little over 5 ft tall. She has a Goth style, with jet black hair and white makeup. She usually wears dark, black lipstick, but some days she wears none. Her forearms are covered in tattoos, and she dresses in all black everyday. I have a thing for Goth chicks. I had dated one a couple of years back, and I always seem to notice them in a crowd when I am out and about.

I didn’t approach her. I know how often guys get shot down when picking up girls on a bus. I figure that most girls probably just want to get home after work, and they probably don’t want to deal with some random trying to pick them up. But what was crazy was that we got off at the exact same spot, so once the bus stopped, we would always exit at the same time, and then we would both wait for traffic to dwindle down so that we could cross the road.

Work head [blowjob] [mF] [older woman] [public]

I had been working with Tracy for about three months. She was recently divorced, and wasn’t incredibly good at our job. When I helped her out during her first week, she claimed she had been out of work for some time. Her husband had supported her for years, and she would stay home while he went to work.

She was a lot older than I was. But she didn’t look it. I didn’t think women in their 40s could look that good outside of Hollywood, but I was wrong. She had such a tight little body, and the way she smiled when we locked eyes across the floor would drive me nuts. Also, she had this way of flirting that made me want to bend her over her desk and fuck her, hard.

We both worked the graveyard shift, 8 PM to 5 AM. It was hardly ever busy, and some nights it would be just the two of us in our little section. Most of the time between calls was spent talking. She told me a lot about her marriage, and how it fell apart. Sometimes, she would mention how lonely she was. I’ll be honest, some evenings I would be rubbing my cock under my desk. I would do it slowly, as not to alarm her of what was going on, and I would often wonder what she would say if she knew what I was doing.

My living arrangement [Mf] [MDom] [FSub] [older man]

Work was exhausting that day. I ended up having to stay late because it was so busy at the end of the shift. When quitting time came, I just wanted to be home with a beer in my hand and my feet up.
I said hello to Rae when I entered the door. She looked up from her book, smiled, and took a drag from her electric cigarette.

“Hi baby,” she said. I could detect a slight slur with her words. I then noticed the wine glass sitting next to the foot of the couch.

Rae was young. She was nineteen, in school, and did nothing but read and smoke pot all day. But she was incredibly sexy, and I liked to keep her at the house while I went off to work. I didn’t care if she was lazy. She could satisfy my needs, and I could satisfy hers.

She was short, around 5’3, and she barely weighed around 130. She was of black and Mexican descent, and it was the perfect mix of those two ethnicities. She had an amazing rack. And her ass… It always was peeking out under the bottom of her shorts as she trotted around, It drove me crazy, and I was constantly walking around the house with a hard on.