When Amber was a student in college, her sexual experiences mainly resulted from being accosted and picked up on the street or other public places by strangers. She really enjoyed the resulting fun sex without commitment, but stopped the practice when she read and heard about women being beaten or killed as a result of doing the same thing. She misses the excitement of being picked up like that, and the anonymous fucking, though, so sometimes we pretend we've never seen each other, and pick each other up on the street the way she used to do with real strangers.
The most recent time was one afternoon last week when I dropped her off on a one-way street that runs past a small park and drove my truck, a Toyota Tundra, around the block to come up behind her. With her nice, plump ass swaying provocatively in her short green skirt, Amber was walking slowly and seductively along the sidewalk, her long, brown hair swinging from side to side.
I pulled up beside her, lowered the window and asked, "Hey, Sweetie. What's a cutie-pie like you doing out by herself?" When it's a sure thing, as it was then, you don't need a good pickup line.
"Just taking a walk." She smiled at me, winked a big, brown eye, and thrust out her chest. "Why? Do you have something better in mind?"
"Maybe we can think of something together. How about climbing in here with me and seeing what comes up?"
Amber climbed into the truck through the passenger door and slid over to the middle of the front seat, leaning in my direction with her right hand on my thigh and the other arm around my shoulders. "You've sure got a nice, big truck here."
"That's not the only thing I've got that's nice and big."
She moved her hand to rest it lightly on my cock, which was already putting a bulge in my pants in anticipation of what it knew we would soon be doing. "This feels nice and big too. Can you think of some fun thing you want to do with it? Anyplace you might want to put it?"
"I sure can. I got a place to go, too." I was referring to a motel room that I rented earlier that day, before going to meet Amber at her apartment. She knew about the room but, in keeping with the role-playing, she had never seen it and had nothing to do with choosing it. As I drove there, we continued the charade.
"What's your name, Dude?" she asked.
"That's my name. Dude. You made a good guess. What's your name?"
"You guessed right too. My name is Sweetie."
That early in the day there was plenty of parking at the motel and I found a space right in front of our room. Furtively, I looked around before scurrying to the door to unlock it. That done, I returned to the truck and opened Amber's door. Chivalrously, I helped her emerge and locked it with the remote control. The two of us hurried through the door to the room and I closed and bolted it behind us.
"This is a nice room," Amber said, holding her arms open and advancing toward me for our first hugging and kissing.
Actually, she was lying, and we both knew it but that part was staying in character too. The room was in an ordinary hot-sheet motel and would probably be rented three or four more times that day but it had a bed and a shower so it met our needs. After that, we had no need to talk, and our tongues were too busy saying hello to be bothered anyhow.
"You kiss good. Let's see what else your tongue can do," she challenged me, pulling down the bedspread and blankets to expose the old and dingy sheet.
I started unbuttoning her blouse and she reached over to do the same to my shirt. My fingers finished first, but I waited until hers were through too, before starting to lift her blouse off. Amber turned around to let me pull it from her; I did the same and we were both bare above the waist because Amber likes to have authentic detail, and she believed it would add to the general tenor of sluttiness if she didn't wear a bra. I had no complaints.
Her breasts are not particularly big, but they filled either of my hands quite nicely when I backed her up against the edge of the bed. She sat down, kicked off her shoes and started on my pants. As I stood there, she unbuckled the belt, unhooked the waist band and pulled down the zipper. Putting a hand on either of my hips, she pushed down, until my pants cleared my ass, and let them drop to the floor. Before removing my boxer shorts, Amber reached into the fly and took out my cock, which was stiff from the anticipation. .
"You really meant it when you said you had something big, didn't you, Dude?" She kissed the head and licked it a few times.
Like her breasts, my cock is nothing special, and only of average size, but we were still staying with the role playing. "Let's see if I can fill your mouth," I suggested.
"Good idea." Amber/Sweetie slowly moved her face forward, took the head between her lips and licked it a couple of times, before engulfing my entire cock. Her lips stroked it a few more times, before she stopped and held it in her fingers.