My name is Robert Anthony and I'm a retired gentleman living in Pismo Beach. I've enjoyed many happy adventures with the local ladies living on California's Central Coast. Last month while visiting Diamond Adult World, a neighborhood sex shop, I was lucky enough to receive a fabulous blowjob from a 'mystery lady'. I use the term mystery lady, because I don't know who she is or what she looks like. She sucked my cock through a glory hole in the shop's video booth.
It turns out this lady had the shop's Assistant Manager, Lynette, track me down and through a series of texts, we have connected. Her name is Nanette. She is married; however, her sex life is less than satisfactory. Nanette spends a fair amount of time at Diamond Adult World sampling the new vibrators and dildos in the video booth. That is how my cock ended up in her mouth.
By the way, Lynette is a good friend of mine and we have shared several happy sexual adventures together. In fact, we spent today at Avila Beach making love on the beach and out by the large rocks in the ocean. While I was cavorting with Lynette, Nan sent me a text with a picture of her tits. They are a lovely pair of round C-cups with very pink erect nipples. I responded by sending her a dick pic.
Right now, I'm back home alone and ready to respond to Nanette's earlier texts. I don't want to sound over eager to get together with her, but I am.
(Rob):
Thank you for sharing your pictures with me. They make me even more determined to meet you in person and make love with you. Your earlier description of your boobs and pussy were very accurate. I can't wait to have my face buried between your thighs.
(Nanette):
I've been staring at your cock all day long. It's just as I remember. Yes, I want your face buried between my thighs too. I think we should make that happen. My husband just told me he is going on a three-day fishing trip with a neighborhood buddy this coming weekend.
(Rob):
That's fantastic. Where can we meet, I assume you don't want me to come to your house?"
(Nanette):
No, we can't do that. Too many nosy neighbors. The wife of his fishing buddy and I are close friends. We commiserate on how they would rather fish than fuck, but I could never let her know my true actions.
(Rob):
Maybe we should include her, you never know."
(Nanette)
: Sorry, I'm too greedy. I want your cock all to myself.
(Rob):
I have an idea. I own a twenty-five-foot travel trailer. I could park it at the Pismo Coast Village RV Resort and you can join me there.
(Nanette):
I like the idea, but I know the owners of that resort.
(Rob):
How about the state campground just to the south. Surely you don't know all the park rangers in Pismo Beach?
(Nanette):
You're too funny. No, I don't.
(Rob):
Well, I have a comfortable queen size bed in my trailer just waiting for you. We won't have any hook-ups for electricity, so no television or microwave, but I think we can live without them.
(Nanette):
And it's close to home, so I could get back quickly if something comes up.
(Rob):
The only thing that will come up will be my hard cock.
(Nanette):
I like that. I must go. Bye.
And just like that she is gone. Well, things are looking very promising for me to finally meet this mystery lady who sucked my cock through the glory hole. The thought of three days of togetherness with Nanette has my cock itching. For now, I guess it will be another night of just me and my Fleshlight.
I only have to entertain myself for the next two days, I can do that. I'll need to prep the trailer for the state park, make sure the battery is fully charged and fresh water is in the tank. I log on to
reservecalifornia.com
to secure a site for the weekend. I decide to extend the reservation to five days just in case other opportunities arise.
Wednesday evening my phone chirps. I wonder if it's from Nanette. Perhaps she wants an early preview. I unlock my phone and see that it's a message from Lynette.
(Lynette):
Just wanted you to know that your girlfriend came into the store today and bought a strap-on along with the eight-inch Chad Vixen cock. It's the very same dildo that Samantha bought a couple of weeks ago. I told her that I loved my strap-on and that she'll probably get hours of enjoyment. She smiled but didn't offer to share it with me. It will only be a matter of time. Anyway, she asked me again if I would tell her who owns the glory hole cock. I told her she would just have to find out for herself. So, have you made any plans yet, stud?"
I texted Lynette back and told her about the upcoming rendezvous at Pismo State Beach and included the picture of my cock with her hand wrapped around my shaft. That was a memorable day at Pirates Cove.