Smoke Break 5

Kat had her spot. She worked from home, and just going to her patio to have a smoke didn't provide enough disconnect from the 'office', so periodically she'd drive down the road on her lunch break or, more regularly, after work. It was a small-ish parking lot of a vacant strip mall that bordered a park with walking paths and overlooked a small pond. A rather busy brewpub occupied the far end of the lot, but Kat's spot was near the park and fairly secluded.  Sometimes the brewery would have live music that was worth listening to, but more often than not she let her playlist run, quietly in the background of her reverie.

One Thursday evening she was almost in a zen state. The air was finally cooler, the sun finally waned to feeling less intense, and a favorite song lulled her into memories of distant shows she had seen during more care-free days. She closed her eyes and smiled, remembering it all, when suddenly a loud thump hit her car door, followed by a brief scratching on pavement and close panting. She screamed, startled, and saw a german shepherd at her window, looking insanely happy with a tennis ball in his mouth. She sat up and looked around.

"I'm so sorry! His ball bounced off of a tree. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, " his voice coming from below the short embankment into the park.

She laughed lightly, "it's ok, but it did scare me half to death!"

"So sorry. Come on Duke."

But Duke stayed and looked to her hopefully and hopped up to her open window, dropping his slobbery ball to her lap and gave her a goofy dog smile. She laughed and tossed the ball and sent the dog scurrying off after it.  She watched as the man waved and apologized again, then followed Duke down into the park. Her eyes followed him awhile, noting his physique and let her thoughts wander elsewhere, and of other things.

Days later, Kat made her way to her spot again. It was another early evening of perfect weather when she saw him and Duke again. Kat noted his tye-dyed t-shirt with the Grateful Dead logo and laughed to herself, as she was just then listening to Ripple. She, at first, thought to enjoy the coincidence by herself but mused a bit on it and turned the volume up.  As he neared the closest point of the path to her car, he stopped, hearing the music. He looked around, noticing her car then smiled and continued on his way slowly, with a little groove to each step then waved before disappearing behind the brush along the path. She again let her thoughts wander. He seemed like a cool person, was fairly tall and had a physique that hinted at him working with his hands. She liked his reddish hair and beard, and began imagining his firm, calloused hands touching her bare shoulders, caressing and wandering over her chest, groping her breasts. She bit at her lower lip in a devious smile and let her finger lightly draw over her blouse.

Kat was not normally overly adventurous anymore, not like when she was younger, and certainly not while the sun was out, but her musings stirred something in her. Her hand moved to her thigh, caressing her bare skin then moved beneath her skirt to her panties and began lightly pressing and moving over her warm pussy beneath. She was becoming wet and her pulse began quickening. She imagined his fingers sliding inside her and stroking her into a wet mess of pleasure. She imagined him standing at her window and taking him into her mouth, or having followed him along the path and into the woods, ravaging her against a tree.

A far-off horn blew and she snapped out of her daydream, looking around to make sure no one saw her, though part of her hoped he was there. She felt her Need wash over her and knew she had to hurry home to finish her fantasy. It was nearing sunset and started the engine, waiting a moment to see if she could catch another glimpse of her fantasy stranger. As she was about to turn out of the lot, she looked back one last time and saw a figure heading from the direction he'd gone. She paused, contemplating whether or not to turn around and go back. Her heart was pounding in her chest from such an exciting notion, but she laughed to herself, then sighed and rushed home.

II.

It had been a frustrating day of work. The client list was doubled and IT was slow to respond to systems issues. Kat was just over it. Fridays weren't supposed to be so aggravating.

**Hey, Joan. I need a drink or three tonight.  Care to join me?**

**Absolutely! If I didn't know better I'd think it was full moon or something. People are just dumb today!  Let's do it! I've been meaning to ask you about the place near you. Have you been there yet?**

**I haven't but I hear it's good food, good beer and really good mixed drinks. I'm off at 5 so...6?**

**I'll already be there, hahaha!**

** Haha! Ok!**

Kat finished her texts and, quickly as she could, plowed through her assessments saving them to forward after the system was up and running again. As 5 o'clock neared, she was able to send everything out and blew a long, relieved breath, then jumped in shower and dressed for a much needed drink.

As promised, Joan was already there with a cocktail waiting for Kat, "oh, Joan. You *are the best."

"Aww. Cheers!"

They nibbled and picked at appetizers, but really just threw back a few more cocktails, venting to each other of their work and laughing of old times and new dramas around them. It was great people watching tonight. Joan's phone lit up and her shoulders slumped as she peered into the screen.

"Well, fuck. The sitter has to go home early."

"What? It's only just now getting dark."

"I know. She has things at home to deal with. I don't ask. I need a new sitter though. Sorry, Kat. I wish we could hang out longer."

"Things happen," she shrugged, "besides, I'm already a little buzzy and I drove here. I should probably just get something to go and head home."

They hugged and made tentative plans for another evening, leaving Kat with a slight pout on her lips. She ordered food and a six-pack of various beers to go and made her way back to her car. Not really ready to just sit at home, she drove across the lot to her usual spot to enjoy a cigarette and watch the final streaks of dusk settle over the pond. Ripple came over her stereo again and her thoughts went to her handsome stranger. The dim light from the street lamps lit a small bit of the path in the park as well as a bit of the lot where she had parked.

As she lit another cigarette and exhaled, her eyes flashed in bemused disbelief as he appeared on the path. He was later than usual, and alone this time. She drew on her cigarette once more, looking around. There was no one else around tonight and her heart raced. She looked herself over quickly, brushing a bit of ash from her lap. The scarlet sundress she had picked out was cut quite low and revealed a fair bit of cleavage. It was slit to her knee and hung perfectly off her hips. She forwarded through her playlist and decided on 'Sugaree', a live version that had a slower tempo, turning the volume up just enough.

She opened her door and set one of her sandaled feet to the pavement, letting her legs relax apart without being too suggestive, and turned her overhead lamp off, but took a long, bright drag from her cigarette, hoping it was him and would recognize the implied invitation.

He heard the music and stopped, exhaling his own plume of smoke and peered through the cloud and dim light that obscured his vision. It seemed he smiled as he stepped from the path and made his way up the small embankment towards her. As he reached her door, she caught a whiff of his cloud and laughed lightly.

"Well, that smells awfully good. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble, smoking that in public?"

He chuckled, "not at night. Aren't you afraid of trouble, parked over here in the dark...with an open container?" He feigned disappointed surprise as he saw her six-pack on the seat beside her.

"Oh, they aren't opened...but, they could be."

She looked up to his face again with an almost imperceptiblely pursed smile, as her left leg fell ever so slightly more to the side. Normally not much of a flirt, Kat thought that was pretty suave and the few cocktails had given her enough courage to not care.

"Hmm, well... I'll share if you will," he said as he offered her the joint.

She hesitated briefly, but took it with a glance to his eyes and grinned at the smile over his lips. Taking a small toke before handing it back, she exhaled and coughed a bit, waving her hand before her face, feeling herself flush slightly.

"oh my, it's been awhile," she laughed. She handed him a beer, popping it ooen with his lighter then handed it back to her. "Oh, that was for you."

"I can't drink alone, can I?"

"Well, I suppose not, " she teased, and handed him another bottle.

They talked for nearly an hour, about music and shows they'd each been to, funny stories of the past. After awhile though, the underlying theme seemed to focus on the more wild or daring things they saw, or did, and steered towards various hook-ups and naughtier exploits  they had enjoyed. Kat found herself leaning forward more towards the edge of her seat. Her pulse had been steadily increasing as the conversation became more personal, and exposed some of her more secretive, more daring past. Her eyes had assessed him already, and often, and she lingered at his crotch, likely far too often, trying to ascertain the true size of the bulge in his shorts. She was certain it had grown, or maybe she just hoped it had.

He was leaning his arm over the top edge of her opened door, but had ever so slightly moved forward, closer to her. She liked him standing over her, and having to look upwards at him. The physical implication of submissiveness of their positions aroused her further and she became aware that her nipples were stretching at the thin material of her dress, even through her bra. There was a pause in their conversation briefly and he stretched slightly and leaned his head back to finish the last of what was their third bottle each. His shirt lifted and displayed his firm stomach and tapered lines that lead down below his belt. She stared at it and, without even intending to, reached out, lightly drawing her fingertips over his bare skin.  She traced lightly through the sparce bit of hair below his navel, as her left hand met her other at his belt. She edged closer on her seat, spreading her legs as widely as her dress allowed, and flipped the belt from its prong. In her eagerness, she roughly pulled his belt free and felt the force of it as it stung her cheek and lower lip. Instinctively, a moaning gasp escaped her and sent a chill through her. Her eyes had closed, but she felt his hand touch her hair, gently but with confident determination as to not allow her long hair to disturb her intentions. Her eyes opened and raised to his, locked together for a brief, blurry moment as pure, wanton lust flushed through her, sending a wave of heat from deep within her that sped over her skin. She yanked his shorts down, throwing his now erect cock outward to bounce at her parted lips. Her tongue slithered over the head, curling upwards and encircling it, drawing it into her warm, wet and now salivating mouth.

Both of his hands bundled her hair behind her neck and she groaned, feeling his firm grip on her and urging her deeper. He loosed a long, guttural moan as he felt her hot breath blowing down his shaft. The slick warmth of her mouth drooled over him and already began dripping from his heavy sack. He let her dive as far as she wished and felt the the tight clenching of her throat closing over his head. She lingered there, finding comfort until she felt him guide her head back. Her eyes stayed locked to his as she slid from her seat and to her knees on the hard pavement. Her hands moved to his hips and urged him to thrust forward then back, forward and back until he understood her want and slowly began fucking her mouth, driving deeply to rest his balls at her chin then backwards enough that his head nearly fell from her mouth. At periodic withdrawings, she drew in a wet gasp of air and spit before he plunged in again, now driving steadily faster.

She could feel and hear his balls slapping at her chin and his grunted moans as he took her mouth. She heard him whispering in a gruff, elated growl.

"...touch yourself...let me hear your wet pussy....sloppy...wet...dripping..."

His hand moved to her left breast and pulled it free of her bra and dress, letting it fall heavily before doing the same to the other and pulling the slender shoulder straps down and leaving her more clearly exposed.

She moved both hands under her dress, lifting it over her hips. Her panties were soaked and she moved them aside, rubbing at her swollen lips. She felt herself dripping, unsure if she was just so wantonly aroused or if she had peed herself unknowingly in this impulsive, dream-like moment. She didn't care. Everything felt so good. It felt right and perfect. She had never felt quite so taken, so commanded and she swooned and felt her body go languid to him. She pulled her soaked panties to the side, tearing them, and felt the cool, night air touch her sopping pussy. Her other hand furiously massaged from side to side, and let the wet sounds of her arousal surround them. She found herself whimpering, elated and lost in it all until she felt his cock throbbing, his balls lurching. She knew he was going to cum and wanted it. She craved it, all of it, every thick, salty drop.

He groaned and plunged her head down on his cock, holding her there and gasped as he felt her throat again press and clench at his swollen head, milking him as he exploded straight down her throat. It was all too much for her. Her body spasmed and shuddered. Utter elation washed over her and she began shaking in an unrelenting orgasm like she had never felt. She literally splashed the pavement beneath her as she felt rope after rope of cum slide down her throat. She coughed as he slowly withdrew still throbbing and spurting, spraying cum and saliva over his belly. She purred and leaned into him, nuzzling her face in it, smearing their salacious mess over her cheeks, her chin, her forehead. She panted and felt her belly full as she fell back against her car, looking up to him. He was grinning and collected himself.

"Let's get you home. I'm not even close to being done with you."

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