Remember the time when you thought "God, I need to be fucked hard!" Yes, you said it with an explanation point in your head.
I have written in previous stories that I am a lesbian but there are times I am so horny I actually want a cock. Can't help it, a rock hard rod driving in me, without apology, is what I want in that moment. If I don't know his name, even better. Anonymous sex is such a turn on. I don't want to know where he live, what he does for a living, hopes and dreams - keep it to himself. I'm kind of like a guy that way.
One cold winter night, after an unsatisfied session of masturbating to bad porn, I decided to go out for dinner. It's a local joint so I know most people on any given night.
I sat at the bar, ordered a salad with my chardonnay and hung out looking at my phone, listening to other conversations.
I didn't pay attention to the man sitting next to me on his own. He chatted to some regulars, they talked about hunting, fishing and things I have zero interest in. I only glanced at him when someone said I would know when the ferry runs out by me. I didn't but said politely that it's at least once an hour this time of year. Just because I live near it doesn't make me the information booth.
The man next to me, smiled and thanked me. I took a second look at him, thinking he was rather handsome with a dark beard. He was fit in that rugged woodsy sort of way.
We exchanged a few words to keep the conversation going.
"You near the ferry?" he asked.
"Yes, just a few minutes away," I replied.
He nodded his head and then said he will try to catch the next ferry.
I said "Just drive straight out to the end, you can't miss it."
"Thanks," he said smiling as he took a sip of his beer.
"You are welcome," continuing this mundane conversation. I crossed my legs as my pussy gave a "I want to play" jolt, between my legs.
After I finished my drink, I slid off of the bar stool and politely shook his hand and said "Nice to meet you." I held his glance that moment too long and slowly released my grip.
He said "Yes, I am leaving too, I will walk out with you."
I put my coat on slowly, ignoring him and saying good night to the regulars as I made my way to the door. I didn't look back to see if this stranger was behind me but I knew he was close for some reason.
I got to my car and turned to look and he was a foot away, I could feel his breath as he tried to come up with something to say.
I filled the silence by pointing in the direction he needed to go, "Go straight that way, I'm heading the same way."
He smiled and got into his black pickup while I got into my jeep.
He pulled out of the restaurant parking lot first, I was behind him thinking if I should just let him drive away.
He pulled further ahead on the dark road. It probably wouldn't be wise to chase him down and then do what? Say what?
We drove slowly. I noticed he kept slowing down as I followed, it occurred to me he may be trying to see what street I turn down? Did he want to follow me? The thought made me so wet.
I turned onto my street at a snail pace as he pulled over to the side of the road just past my street. I looked in my rearview mirror to see if he was following. It was pitch black, I wasn't sure if it was his truck but I saw lights turn the corner heading in my directions.
I drove down my street glancing in my mirror for the handsome stranger, my pussy throbbing with anticipation. His truck was catching up to my car.
I turned into my driveway and got out of my car as naturally as possible, not wanting to look like I was expecting anyone to stop by, let alone a nameless man.
I headed for my porch door, keys in hand when I hear the low rumble of his pickup truck.
I turn to see a black pick up blocking the end of my driveway, lights off now, in the pitch black of night, idling.
Talking a step back from my door I look out to the car as if I'm not sure who it could be.
He gets out of the pickup, shuts the door and walks around the front of the truck, stopping, staring at me.
I took a few steps off the porch, "hello?"
He said, "I thought you wanted me to follow you home."
I stood for a few seconds then without a word, went back to my door, opened it and walked in, leaving the door open.
In the darkness of my big kitchen I waited for my handsome stranger to walk in. He did.
Without a word or a flick of a light, he walked in and came to me. Grabbing me around the waist and kissed me deeply, like a long lost lover.
I held my ground, grabbing his head, pulling him into my mouth, parting my lips. His pulled off my coat tossing it to the floor. His hands slid down to my ass, over my jeans, pulling me in close. I loved the feel of his hard body, rough beard and hot tongue. I was so aroused by his strength, his beard brushing against my face as he ran his tongue along my neck, biting the nape.
I took his hand and led him into the living room. He unbuttoned my shirt in front of the picture window, unhooking my bra. His hands were working man hands, big and rough as they cupped my breasts. His mouth lowering to suck my pink erect nipples, one then the other. Sucking so hard it hurt but I wanted more. I fumbled with his belt as his licked and tweaked my nipples with his teeth.
My hand unbuttoned his 501 jeans. With each button I could feel his hardness wanting to spring out. The back of my hand against his cock, his boxers the only thing between us. My pussy was throbbing.
He lifted his head from my tits and looked down as I reached beneath his briefs to free his beautiful long and thick cock.
