I kept turning it over and over in my mind as I drove, feverishly, through the midafternoon, school mom traffic. Stopping to think that I might be able to beat her home... it's a quarter to four and she should almost be finished with her dentist appointment. Man that was close! Ran a couple of stop signs, hoping no police were around, down the familiar block, past the old house-where my old girlfriend used to live. I sure fucked her ass off; more than a couple of times, but that is a far cry from the ...oh shit!
I almost missed the turn. Just a few short moments ago...a mere twenty minutes at most, still sweaty and reeking of the carnage; that was probably the most mind blowing erotic pipe lay of my entire life! I knew I had the perfume of her short tight velvet skirt, white thigh high stockings and that cashmere sweater; painted all over me... reading like some big downtown sign that says "one -eight hundred fuck!
I could see our house... oh please don't let her car be there?! oh, please god!
What a relief! She's not home! I hurried and punched in my code on the door alarm and just about busted the door knob turning it to get in. I ran to the laundry room stripping of my soiled clothes as I ran and started the wash-rinse cycle...and ran buck naked straight upstairs to the shower.
The hot, steamy water felt good as it ran down my back... and I was remembering what had transpired just a short forty-five minutes before....I grabbed my cock and I was instantly transported back to my errand of shopping earlier that day. I just had to pick up a couple of things, toilet paper is what I really went for in the first place. It's the same old butt ugly cashier every time I go to wonder-mart, the same old look on her face...I check out. Gum, potato chips and toilet paper. And damned if I didn't forget cigs...gotta go back to the end of the line! Gotta see the butt ugly one more time.
Finally, I'm done! Out the door and heading for the car. Pssst! Hey mister... it was a sweet innocent voice -like girl scouts selling cookies, I turn around to face her and my eyes get glued to those long muscular volley-ball playing, white stocking covered, creamy thighs...my eyes wandering up and down-the burgundy, velvet, skin tight short skirt with a shinny white belt, the cashmere sweater, molded perfectly, around two luscious globes of man melons and perfect button nipples poking out at me from underneath....
Mister? I was in a trance... The smell of her perfume, attached to the sight of heaven made my head swim and my cock swell. Er-uh yes?... Excuse me but could you give me a lift? It's not to far from here ....I live off of Melbourn street. Do you know where that is? (Oh man...even if I didn't know, I was going to find out!) Yeah I know where it is. Hop in I'll take you there... I opened the car door for her, she dropped her purse and bent over to pick it up... I saw the magical sight of thigh high stockings and little blonde hairs on the insides of her thighs. I barely noticed the rest of her...after our introductions had ended...there was silence.
I kept using peripheral vision as we drove to keep an eye on those scrumptious thighs, shoulder length auburn hair, with those rich green eyes that seemed to burn a hole in my head every time I thought of them. She looked to be about seventeen, maybe eighteen...If anyone asks I'd swear she told me eighteen. Melbourn street was an hour away in the burbs...pretty far from the city. So how did you end up way out here?; I asked her... she just burst into tears...someone must have dumped her, I thought to myself...some boy or something.... I trusted him, she said sobbing. Some big break, a photo shoot, my own cover and everything! Said I was too young and just left me there...no money and no way to get home.. I said don't worry we'll get you there... she leaned over close to me and said thankyou... with a kiss to boot.
