Oh my fucking God! Remember the Perv I posted about? Well here’s what happened….last week actually. I wanted to post sooner but I haven’t had the chance, family stuff.
Anyway….last Monday I was done work early but my car wouldn’t start….yada yada….long story short it was something really simple. I called CAA to tow it to the dealer this time because it’s brand fucking new and this happened before. I then called my friend Pam for a ride. She had to pick her little girl up first and then she would be there to get me.
I ended up sitting in the coffee shop for an hour and a half waiting. When I walked in guess who was there? Yep, pervert guy. I got a coffee and went and sat down and played around on my ipad for a bit not even looking at him because I really didn’t know what I’d do if he looked at me. I could feel him staring but pretended not to notice him.
I didn’t know what to do so I just surfed the web and played a game. I’m right in the middle of my game and he’s standing right in front of me looking down at me. I look up and around and there’s just us and another lady by the window.
“Hi” he says.
I say hi back and he asks if I mind if he sits down. My heart is pounding. I just masturbated that morning fantasizing that my dildo was his dick inside me. I’ve done this a few times since my last post and came hard every time. Now the guys in front of me asking to sit down.
I don’t know about anyone else but I do think I’m weird and that maybe I, or we all, send out some vibe to the universe and then shit actually happens!
I said it was fine if he sat with me and he introduced himself saying his name was Merl and I told him my name and we’re doing the small talk thing for five or ten minutes and then he asks for my number. He says he’s noticed me around here and likes what he sees.
My heart is coming out of my chest, I’m jittery but not all of it is nervousness. I tell him I’m not looking to date anyone at the moment….and I’m not. I’m not rude about it and it really doesn’t phase him. He has to be more than 20 years older than me, maybe 25.
He shocks me when he says he isn’t either with a smooth confidence I rarely see in a really attractive man let alone this guy. He isn’t pushy, just….calm. The conversation speeds up really fast, I don’t even know this guy, and just met him.
I ask him what he’s looking for then and realize before he answers that he’s actually leading me, he’s smart, very astute, and used to getting what he wants I’m sure.
He tells me he’s “exploring” and “experiencing”…..much like I am! My heart almost explodes. Is he fucking psychic??? How would he know this???
I’m maintaining a calm exterior all the while but inside I’m looking for my “zone”, that place I can go to in any situation, where I remain “composed”. I find it by saying I’m getting a refill, would he like one. He declines and I go get another coffee.
This man is bold.
I come back and sit down and even though I’m not wearing anything revealing he spends a good amount of time staring at my chest. He’s an insurance salesman and neither of us gets to personal. As he’s giving a brief synopsis on his job and darting glances at my chest I realize my nipples are hard. They do that. I’m wearing a very sheer bra and a tight sweater. Though you can’t see through it there really isn’t much fabric between my nipples and the rest of the room. Because I have big nipples they’re pretty noticeable when they get erect.
I’ve had girlfriends as well as my husband back in the day comment about it. I did wear padded bras for awhile but I don’t like them so I don’t worry about it. My nipples are a part of me so the world needs to accept that.
Clearly he’s enjoying them and they aren’t going down anytime soon so I say fuck it and continue on. I like the way he looks at me, my body likes they way he looks at me. I decide to just go with it and see what happens, maybe he picks up on this vibe and me being more relaxed because he gets a little bolder in the conversation.
He asks if I’m looking for a boyfriend or a lover. I say neither and he smiles. Then he goes on some diatribe about life being about experiences interspersed with long periods of boredom. I think he has a point.
I’m wondering what’s going on in his head but I think I know. The way he’s sitting with his one leg up and crossed I can tell he has a hard on. It’s not as big as I imagined but it is thick. I can see the outline. He doesn’t make any effort to hide it but didn’t notice me looking at it, or maybe he did and I didn’t notice him noticing me looking at his thick cock through his pants.
He asks if I want to get a drink sometime and I say sure. I gave him my cell and my email. He’s pretty bold I must say but I never got the feeling he was dangerous in any way. I mean yeah so he stares at my body. I think it’s pretty natural. I mean people do have sex drives. In this day and age it seems that everyone is a lot more open minded about sex and yet if a guy looks at a woman’s body he’s a creep.
Not much happened after that. We talked about the upcoming election and then Pam showed up and I was off. I had a good orgasm when I got home.
Wednesday night he calls and we agree to meet for a drink. I decide to wear something a little more revealing. I changed 4 times actually. I had butterfly’s in my tummy like you wouldn’t believe. I finally decide I’m wearing the more revealing outfit. I’ve never been to this place and I highly doubt anyones going to know me there anyway. So fuck it, you only live once.
I am concerned at this point though and thinking on the drive over, not about getting fucked, but about the whole “seeing him at the coffee shop after on a regular basis” if he does fuck me.
Then I think “isn’t that just like us women?” Thinking every guy wants to stalk us after fucking us. We really are self centered. I try not to be, I am working on that part of me. Usually a man gives me his load and that’s it, and I’m fine with that at this point in my life. Not that I’ve had a lot of partners in my life but I’ve had a few experiences over the last year I haven’t written about yet. But I will in due time.
I ended up wearing a black very low cut mini-dress with no bra, black lace panties and heels. And I had a small purse. I did look good though. And I was horny.
I parked and went in and got a few looks from men and women, then I saw Merl raise his hand near the back when he saw me looking around. I made my way back to the table. It was a busy place. I didn’t know anyone else would be joining us but there were 3 other guys sitting with him. Now I was really nervous. I hadn’t counted on this and I am a naturally shy person. Here I am dressed like a whore. To say I was self conscious would be an understatement.
Everybody was nice though and very accommodating but I still felt uncomfortable. They were all pretty sober though and gentlemen. It was a lot of small talk for the most part at first until his one friend of his, Len, started getting a little tipsy and kept putting his arm around me telling me how sexy I was and what was I doing later. He was really old, I think near 70 anyway.
I was actually a little confused as to why these guys were here and then it became evident they had just run into Merl. A word of advice guys. Don’t take a girl to your usual watering hole if you want some alone time.
So we enjoyed our drinks and the night wore on. I got the distinct impression from Len as he got drunker, that he thought I was an escort….lol. It actually turned me on a bit. I’ve never had a fantasy of being a paid whore but it may become a new one for the future. Not that I would be an escort but it would be a fun fantasy.
The guys left one by one and I told Merl it was getting late and I had to be up early. As he walked me to my car I was a little tipsy and stumbled because of my high heels and he grabbed me. My left boob fell out of my dress. Why wouldn’t it? There was nothing holding them in there, they were swinging to and fro all night. The air was cold and I wasn’t wearing anything else, just clutching my purse. My nipples were really swollen, me being horny, and the cold didn’t help.
Merl is a really big guy and I felt tiny looking up at him, vulnerable. He was looking down at my boob and took it in his big warm hand. I moaned as he squeezed it, he pinched my nipple gently and I gasped as I leaned against him. I asked if he had a condom and he said yes. We made a beeline for my car. I unlocked it and he got in the passenger side as I got in on my side.
It was cold in the car but I didn’t care. I pulled my dress up over my head and off as he pulled his cock out and put the condom on. I slide my panties off over my heels and then straddled him. I needed him inside me now. I was soaked. I was completely naked and yet I wasn’t freezing, I was trembling I was so excited. He was sucking and biting my nipples as I guided his cock into me. His cock was thick with a curve and a very big head. He slid in easily as I sat on him.
I exploded immediately, screaming , it was that fast. I felt so tiny in his arms as I twitched through my orgasm in his lap. He held me until I was done, then we both laughed at the suddenness of it.
I rode him hard for a good ten minutes until we both came, and I mean hard, I’ve never rode a man like that. His thick cock felt so good inside me. He grunted and gave up his load to me and mine was another screaming orgasm, the big one and then all the tiny micro orgasms I have after. He held me for awhile as I cooled down, our breath was visible. We parted in the cold night air after I got dressed. I went home and had a good sleep. My insides and nipples were sore the next day but it felt good.
We’ve talked since and are pretty clear on what this is. Will he fuck me again? Probably. He wants me to do a threesome though. I’ve never been with two guys. I don’t know what it would be like to be penetrated by two men. I’ve certainly fantasized about it. We’re in the talking stages though. I don’t know that I’m ready for that. We’ll see.
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