Author: Xkcd38

I love that car [M/F]

Act 2

Ryan, fucking asshole, snatches my keys off the floor and wings them right at my face as hard as he can, which is quite hard, and accurate. Somehow, (I don’t have particularly quick reflexes, or excess corrdination) I manage to Cobra Hand the keys right before they hit me. I imagine it looked badass, but I instantly regretted it, one of the keys stabbed my palm, and broke the skin. Samantha was at the passenger door when I started down the porch stairs, I was at almost a full run when I reached the car, and it took every ounce of restraint I have not to Bo Duke across the hood. I love that car. Ryan, fucking asshole, was pouring out onto the porch with everyone else, shouting some kind of threat at Samantha. But roar of the engine drowned all that out. And within a matter of seconds Samantha and I were skidding out of the driveway.   Read more »

It was a lot to process [M/F]

The only reason I came to the lake that day was because you invited me. The thought of seeing you in a two piece outweighed knowing your stuck up rich friends would be there. I don’t even know whose idea it was to make a beer run, but it wasn’t mine, I couldn’t afford to buy cheap beer for all of us, and I didn’t even want to think about what the bougie shit they drink would have cost. That’s why I didn’t want to go, and there were already too many people in the car. But you asked, and lured me into the backseat with your mischievous smile. You stood up, but bent over at the waist, halfway into the front seat, so there would be just enough room for me to cram in next to two other people in the backseat. I was trying to figure out where you were going to sit, but the car started moving, and you flopped down right on my lap. I hadn’t put on my shirt, and you were just in your two piece. It was impossible for me not to touch your ebony skin. Everywhere I tried to set my hand there was some naked bit of midnight, smooth and silky from all the lotion you had on. Obsidian come to life. I finally settled them on your thighs, but they kept falling in between your legs every time you moved. There were half a dozen times I almost brushed that narrow strip of nylon that was keeping your pussy from touching my leg. And when I lifted my hands up, to keep me from stealing third, you would lean forward, and cause me to brush the underside of your bouncing boobs. Why was that road so damn bumpy? You leaned against me, your back resting on my chest, you sort of arched your back in a way that caused your breast stand up, and simultaneously tilted your pelvis so that your full weight was sitting on my thigh, forcing my dick in between your butt cheeks. There was absolutely no way this erection was going unnoticed. I looked down, over your shoulder, and saw the darkest nipple I have ever seen in my life. I knew they were going to be dark, but I was still surprised. That bullshit mesh lining that they put in men’s swim shorts had already given up trying to hold back the swell. I kept trying to shift your weight, so that you wouldn’t be nearly literally riding my dick. But every time I moved you, you moved right back, slowly, it almost seemed deliberate. Read more »

I love that car [M/F]

Act One

Some people call the 944 the “poor man’s Porsche.” Yes, it was relatively cheap for a car that can perform that well. And yes, it is not nearly as well known as the 911. I think that’s why I like it so much. Like a typical sailor, as soon as got my enlistment bonus, I went and blew it all on a car. A Canary Yellow 1987 Porsche 944. I love that car.

But, that left me broke, which is how I came to live in this flop house. A bunch of guys from the ship got together and rented a house. With the rent split 6 ways, it was very affordable, but it wasn’t the best living conditions. Someone comes home shitfaced every night, fucks up the kitchen. No one cleans. The place was also a revolving door of skanks.

Ryan, fucking asshole, was the worst. More than once someone has had to drag his latest conquest out of his bed before his real girlfriend arrived. On the occasions she would find some half naked hussy passed out on top of him, he would get mad at her for coming over so early. Fucking asshole. Read more »

There is nothing going on between Sarah and me [M/F]

Sarah and I work at the same place, but in different departments. She does environmental compliance, making sure that our site is adhering to Federal Laws for pollution and hazardous material discharge. This involves her going out amongst the valves and pipes and pits and physically sampling things. I have more of a desk job, but I do end up in the field, that’s what those of us who sit in an air conditioned office call the jungle of machines, oil and steam out there, the field.
Sarah and I have been friends since I started working here, I actually can’t remember meeting her, I’ve just always known her. I want to fuck Sarah. We get along great, have similar taste in music, laugh at the same stuff. Sarah is attractive. In a regular work environment, she would definitely be considered attractive, but here, where there are so few women, she is an absolute hottie. Her husband John and I work in the same department, and he has recently been reassigned to me, as one of my direct reports. John and I are friends by association, I have always been Sarah’s friend. John and get along just fine, but would never hang out with just the two of us. Me becoming his supervisor has made that even easier. Read more »

It’s awkward, but it doesn’t last long [M/F]

I was getting our house ready to sell, and also selling all of our furniture, kids toys, and basically everything. I needed to pressure wash the driveway. I work with a guy that lives down the block, and we know each other well enough to borrow a pressure washer. I’m over at his house picking it up, and his wife is out in the garage with us. She is 5’4, at least 170lbs, chubby, she has this almost bowl style haircut, that always seems to be in her face. I have interacted with her before, and I have never once thought she is attractive. I can’t stand her voice, and she making this simple pressure washer pick up as difficult as can be. She gives a solid five minute tutorial on how to use it, freaks out because I have to take it apart to fit it in my car, and she is being a total bitch. She starts laying in to her husband about how he needs to pressure wash their driveway, but now he can’t because I’ll have it until who knows when. I try to deflect some this by thanking them, and mentioning that we are selling absolutely everything, and I will give them a great price on anything they want. This has the right effect, and she asks if she can come over now and have a look. Read more »

Rub and Tug [M/F]

The name of the establishment is Royal Hot Stone, I have some experience with massages, this is going to go smoothly.

I had driven by the place already, not a bad neighborhood. I wouldn’t hang out there after dark, but the place is open from 10 to 10, so I went during daylight hours. I chose daylight hours because I figured it wouldn’t be as busy. I think of the sex industry as being a night time enterprise. Respectable people conduct their business during the day.

It’s in a strip mall. The store front is all glass, just like every strip mall store front. This one, however, has covered the glass completely with what appeared to be contact paper. The stuff one would cover their cupboards with. The workmanship was shoddy, lots of air bubbles. The signage, all neon, was not impressive during the day. A few statements got my attention: Walk Ins Welcome; CASH Only; Asian Spa. This must be the place.

The entryway, just like every store at a strip mall you have ever been to, was a set of double glass doors. The doors were covered, not with the same contact paper as the windows, but with posters of dragons. Read more »