It's been several weeks now since Katt and her stranger fucked. She hasn't forgotten a moments of that day. In fact she has been quite obsessed with him since that afternoon. In her mind it was fate that brought her to the coffee shop. And now she wants another lick of the cock that revealed the slut inside.
Katt would run errands around her city. Often enough she would see work trucks parked here and there around town. Most of them were white and large like his. She wanted desperately to repeat that event. So anyone she was going to let screw her had to be as much like "him" as she could find.
One afternoon while out again running some errands for her husband. Katt catches sight of yet another white work truck ahead of her. She is on her way to the mall and finds the sighting curious. As she approaches the truck it begins to seem familiar but from behind she couldn't really see much. As she approaches the mall, the driver moves over into the same lane she is about to enter as well. It leads to the mall driveway. So as the truck turns into the mall parking lot, the very same lot where the coffee shop was located, she gets a view of the side and see's that the truck is exactly like his. The dark tinted windows seemed to confirm the sighting. But still she was unsure.
"Could this be him?"
Speculating to her self out loud surprises her. She turns into the parking lot not far behind and she follows the truck as it heads around to the parking structure. She is being cautious and precedes at a distance. The truck drives up a few levels to one that has fewer cars and more space to park the big truck. She drives past slowly searching for a spot for herself. From her own space she can see the truck a couple isles in front of her as she waits for the driver to emerge. She's now contemplating the possibilities, should it turn out to be her stranger.
After several minutes of anticipation, the passenger door opens and a man gets out. He's six foot easy, slender and seemed to be in his early thirties. She watches intently as he seems to be talking to the driver, who is still in the truck. Katt is pretty sure now this is "his" truck. Remembering a few details she is confident she's about to once again see the man that had fucked her so aggressively that afternoon on his front seat.
Soon the driver-side door opens and Katt begins to quiver with sexual excitement. He steps out, "It's him". Katt puts her hand between her legs and presses hard. She can feel her pussy begin to vibrate to her touch. She squirms a bit in her seat and can feel her cunt become moistened. As she begins to feel the swelling of her mound, she instantly goes to that moment he cum's in her that day. In an instant her pussy begins to ache to be fucked.
Katt watches as the men stand by the truck talking. They eventually start to walk towards the elevator. She starts to imagine the two men using her as he did all those weeks ago. Could she allow that, she wondered. As the two walk in her general direction she realizes something.
"I've parked too close to the elevator."
Her proximity to the lift forces her hand. So as they approach she lowers her window looking over at them as they wait for the elevator doors to open. She expects that either of the two will look in her direction. Not yet knowing what she might do should they indeed look, she awaits. Feeling excited at the possibilities. Katt hears the bell of the elevator and neither of the men has bothered to look her way. The younger walks in. Her stranger turns briefly towards her and she takes the opportunity to wave in the hopes that he just might be curious enough to respond. As he enters he's see's the woman sitting in the car just feet away. But he enters the elevator anyway and the doors close.
Her heart falls thinking she has missed him. He didn't recognize her at that moment, but then again why would he, it's been several weeks now and she's pretty sure he doesn't remember her face. Katt sits there in her car a few minutes longer. She is thinking about him and gently massages herself through the thin fabric of her shorts. As she soothes herself a bit she gets ready to leave and starts her car. Just as she does, the two men come walking up the stairs together and her stranger stops and looks curiously at the woman in the car.
He was indeed curious about the woman who waved at him moments ago. There was something so familiar about her he thought. So he took the stairs back up in hopes that he hadn't missed her. She looks back at him. They both let loose a little smile at each other. He does remember her, he motions to his buddy to hang back as he walks over to her car.
"Hi, Do you remember me?"