Babette
When I'm angry or upset, I like to fuck.
That day I lost my job, my apartment and my boyfriend. Now I was angry AND upset. So I went to the park to walk and maybe fuck. I love the park experience. Trees, streams and strangers. Horny strangers.
By sunset, my walk took me to the stream. It was cold, but the cold air cooled my anger. A man sat on a bench by the stream, throwing old photos into the rushing water.
"Sir, mind if I sit on the bench?"
He looked up, surprised. "OH, SURELY." The man cleaned off a place with his handkerchief.
"What's wrong sir, whose pics are those you're throwing away?" At first he wouldn't talk about it, as he was a man. But I was a woman so I asked him again... and again... and again.
"My ex-wife. She divorced me. Thirty years flushed down the toilet." We both watched the photos swirling in the stream.
Suddenly my own problems seemed small. But as a woman, I told him anyway.
"What? You lost your job, apartment, and beau, all at once?" He smiled oddly. I guess he was happy to hear of someone else's trouble. "Honey, you'll get a new job quickly, because you're cute with an impish smile and very nice um... tops."
"Tits sir, I have nice tits. They look bigger when I wear a bra." I lifted my chest, shaking my nipple bumps. He laughed, and we talked in the moonlight. "Sir, it's cold, could I move closer?"
"Certainly." He laughed. "My name is Gerard. What's yours.?"
"Babette," I said, squishing my body against his as he held my shoulder.
He whispered, "Babette with an impish smile. I'll bet you got fired for doing something naughty?"
How in the fuck did he know?
****
I got fired when the bakery owner caught me naked with her son, Leon. She said he was too young. Hell, he was eighteen, but years of homeschooling left him dumb as a dick about girls. Who better to teach his dick, than me?
Plus it'd be a new experience—me being the sex teacher instead of the sex student.
At the bakery, Leon used to look at me like a hungry dog, especially after he saw me in the bathroom with my panties down. He was a nice guy, held back by his witch mother.
So one day, when the witch was away, I whispered "Meet me in back."
When he entered I kissed his lips. "Leon, have you been with a girl yet?" He blushed and shook his head. I dropped my panties and asked a rhetorical question. "Would you like to make love?"
He mumbled, "make love? You mean fuck?"
"Yes Leon. Fuck." He nodded like crazy.
We undressed, and when he saw my naked body his prick stuck up, ready as a rocket. But, being a woman I made him wait for it. We kissed and touched. He squeezed and sucked my tits and tried to finger me.
But like all newbies, I had to help his finger find my hole. "Leon you're a good finger-er." I lied.
Finally, I pulled him on top of my naked body. Leon shook with excitement as I took his stiff cock in my hand, pressing it to my waiting slit. "Oooh yes..." He groaned and pushed into my yielding flesh. His stiff cock felt good inside me.
Leon spurted right away, but being a young stud he was still hard. So we screwed again.
The guy rammed his prick into my pussy with great energy. His young cock warmed my insides. Soon his gleaming eyes stared into mine as we both jolted in orgasm.
We kissed, shared an illegal cigarette, and he wanted to do me again. "Okay, this time it's Cow Girl style." Mounting his boner I rode him like a runaway horse, my hair flying and my teardrop tits bouncing in his face.
The guy sucked my nipples, inhaling them as I humped his shaft. Leon climaxed first, then I did and collapsed on him.
Of course, after that day Leon wanted to screw every day. "Sorry, but I already have a beau who bangs me every night." But I saw Leon's pathetic boy frown and the painful lump in his pants.
"Okay Leon, I'll squeeze you in whenever your mom is out of the bakery."
Maybe 'squeeze' wasn't the best word. Because Leon would always sneak a squeeze of my tits, pussy and ass. But it was okay. Girls are made to be squeezed.
I gave Leon more sex lessons, showed him how to please a woman, with his tongue, his fingers, and of course, his eager prick. But then his mom caught us screwing, and I was tossed out on the street.
Leon's witch mother was also my landlord. And the witch even told my boyfriend.
****
Now it was freezing in the park. "Mr. Gerard, my nipples are frozen. Could I sit under your coat before they fall off?" The big man laughed and held open his leather coat. I snuggled close as he put the warm jacket around me.
"I could warm your frozen nipples if you like?"
Flattered by his flirting, I whispered, "Maybe later..." I could help this man so easily. Surely making love with a sexy young girl would lighten his dark mood? And taking his cock into my silky folds would make me feel good inside... both ways.
"Sir, when was the last time you were inside a woman?"
He laughed, and I snuggled closer... Then he kissed me, and kissed me harder, sucking in my lips—a surprisingly exciting kiss. I thought kissing Gerard would feel like kissing my father. But he kissed like a lover, a wanton lover.
I let him pull down my top. He stared at my naked tits with his mouth open. "Go ahead mister, help yourself to my nipples."
As he sucked my tits, it reminded me of the movie I was named after, Babette. An erotic film where a lusty young girl works at a gas station and fucks all of her customers, mostly older men. Hmm, my mother used to work at a gas station and...
Then I realized I'd screwed a lot of teenage guys, but never an adult. Maybe I should try it for a new experience. Gerard's hand squeezed my wet pussy.
So I rubbed his lump. I love men's cocks. I find them so funny and exciting, the way they pop up. Gerard might have been an older man, but his cock popped up like Mr. Happy!
I stroked his prick the way men enjoy, pulling and squeezing. We kissed and cuddled, my small hand pulling his fat cock as our tongues and lips twisted together.
He whispered, "Will you come home, to my bed?"
"No, let's make love by the stream."
