Clearly she had prepared for the rendezvous. By the time I had arrived she had changed into a tight, thin T-shirt and short, cutoff jeans. The jeans were so short as to show she wore no panties, split up the sides nearly to the belt line. Her nipples stood against the thin T-shirt. I had no idea her conservative work clothes had concealed such a perfect body.
The vacant apartment was almost a public place, with a huge ceiling-to-floor picture window facing the many windows of the apartment building across the street. She turned the projector to a blank wall and we watched a red-haired woman suck off two men at once, come splashing in her face.
I kissed Diva for the first time. Her hot, wet mouth kissed me back hard. As I cupped her tits in my hands, she oriented herself to face the picture window. While she watched the film of the redheaded woman, now getting eaten out as she sucked, Diva rubbed the growing bulge in my jeans. I unzipped my pants while Diva pulled off her T-shirt. Her nipples were as hard as my dick. She looked at me with those big green eyes, her hands feeling her large tits. Her hands took my dick and slowly stroked the length of my shaft.
She took it slow from there, keeping my hands out of her pants. We touched each other while watching the redheaded woman make it with about a dozen different partners. Diva kept glancing out the picture window. Suddenly, she sat upright and started pulling off her pants. She looked me right in the eye and said, “I want to fuck you. I want your come.” She ordered me to take off all my clothes. Sitting on the carpet with her legs spread, she massaged her tits, still glancing out the window. As I took off the rest of my clothes, I saw what she was looking at. Across the street, a man stood at his window, dick in hand, jacking off and looking at us. Into her dripping wet cunt went one, then two fingers. She was hot and soft and very, very, wet. With one hand she gripped my dick; with the other she made little circles on her clit.
“You like showing yourself off. You like when men see your pussy,” I said, taking some of her pussy juice on my fingers and giving it to her to lick. She moaned and sucked my fingers like a dick.
“I've dreamed of this for years,” she said, pushing me to the carpet. Diva straddled me facing the window. As I guided my prick into her honeyed hole, she kept murmuring, “Fuck me hard, fuck me hard.” She came in seconds, flushed and shuddering. We kissed wetly. Then she started again slowly, rising and falling on my rock-hard shaft. I loved the way her tits bounced. I loved her hoarse breathing. She was doing a dance on my dick and grinning from ear to ear. I wanted it to last forever, but shot my load into her pussy. Before I got the chance to pull out, she stopped me and put my fingers on her clit. I got her off again, all while she stared longingly out the window.
The next morning at work, we acted as if nothing had happened. Near the end of the day, I told her we'd go do something after work, something she'd really like. In a short breath of whisper she said, “You're making me wet already.” Her pretty face, framed in the shag hairstyle of the day, showed nothing of the hot, horny desire that lurked within. She did not even ask where we were going.
She said almost nothing during the taxi ride to the adult theater that evening. I think she almost didn't get out of the taxi, not so much because of the theater, but because of the seedy district it was in. It was not a place for good girls like Diva.
She was dressed appropriately for both the business world and the cold, foggy San Francisco summers—a monster-size purse, heavy sweater, a long wool skirt, and panty hose. I hoped the dirty old man at the ticket counter would not ask her for proof of age, and he didn't.
It was dark and warm in the three-quarters empty theater. The air smelted of popcorn and come. Diva held me tight as we made our way to the balcony, where I chose seats under one of the few working house lights in the place. We watched the film as our eyes adjusted to the darkness. On the screen a girl about Diva's age and build was getting a huge dildo shoved in and out of her pussy by a small-breasted blonde. Diva's eyes wandered around the balcony. Some of the men watched the movie, some watched her.
I told her, “I chose this theater because it runs a lot of lesbian flicks—all the men in here love to see wet cunts.”
“Maybe you'd like them to see my cunt,” she said, rubbing my cock through my jeans.
“Yes,” I said. “If you're good, perhaps I'll let some of them fuck you.” She just moaned and kissed me wet and hard. Her hands undid my belt and zipper. As she reached into my pants to take my dick, she made eye contact with a man jacking off a few seats away. Diva bent down to lick the tip of my cock while she continued to look at the man. He got harder and started to jack off faster. Diva moaned softly, licking my hard dick, squirming in her seat. I felt her shudder with pleasure as the man shot his load into the air.
Meanwhile, several men had moved closer to us. It almost seemed there was enough light to read by and everyone in the balcony could see us. We kissed some more, my hand up her heavy skirt feeling her hot wetness through her panty hose. I put my hand up her sweater, but she wore a slip and one of those evil bras that snaps in the back. “Go to the ladies room and take off everything under your clothes,” I whispered.
“I'll go take off everything under my clothes after I suck you off,” she said, in a voice loud enough that the moviegoers nearby could hear. As I lay back watching her head go up and down on my dick I knew I was going to come quickly. Her mouth was hot and slick on my shaft. She'd go down quickly, taking all of me down her throat, then up slowly. A good-looking man sat down beside Diva and pulled a hard dick out of his pants. As he jacked off, he stroked Diva's leg. She spread her legs. With his hand up Diva's dress, the man came, shooting come into the air. I came in her mouth. When I came, she moved her mouth to the tip of my dick, letting her mouth fill with come. Then she shifted to face me, letting come spill down her chin as she licked her lips. She kissed me with a salty, come-filled mouth.
“I'll be right back to get you hard again,” she said, leaving for the ladies' room. I zipped myself up and watched the flick for a while. It was a good one, with three lesbians tongue-teasing a fourth, who was spread-eagled on a bed. Time passed and I began to wonder if Diva had gotten cold feet and left. Then she appeared at the top of the stairs. For some reason, I first noticed her purse, bulging larger than ever. Then I realized why her purse was so large—it contained her sweater and skirt. Diva wore only her shoes and her tan slip. The slip started with spaghetti straps and cleavage, outlined her fine curves, and ended well above her knees. As she walked to our seats, her tits jiggled in the silky slip, showing clearly the outlines of her hard nipples. I had an almost instant hard-on. She sat down prim and proper, folding her hands on her lap. Her eyes were glued to the screen. I put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek. She started undoing my pants.
“Not so fast this time,” I whispered. “I'm going to make you beg for it.” I ran the tips of my fingers teasingly along the insides of her thighs, stopping inches short of her pussy. She spread her legs slightly and rubbed my dick through my jeans.
“I'm so fucking wet,” she whispered. I cupped her tits in my hands and could see her nipples pressing against the slip. Her breathing was rough.
“Show them some ass,” I whispered. She crossed her legs and leaned into my lap, playfully rubbing my crotch with her face. She also pulled back her slip, showing off her legs all the way to her ass. Those men to her right could undoubtedly see up her slip.
By now, most of the population of the balcony had moved nearby. One man directly in front of us had turned around and was watching us. She had dropped one of her shoulder straps and I pulled away the slip to expose one of her round, firm tits. As we kissed, I gently pulled on her nipple with one hand, slipping the other between her legs. True to her word, she was sopping wet. She moaned as I took that wetness with my fingers and moved in a circular motion around her clit. Breathing rough, she watched the men watching her, most of them with dicks in their hands. The man in front of us intently looked up between Diva's fine legs as I
fingered her. She ordered me to take off my shirt, as she took my pants down to my knees. As I took off my shirt she dropped the other side of her slip and massaged both tits with her hands. She lifted herself up on the arm of the seat, spread her legs wider, putting one foot up on the seat in front of us. The man there ran his hand along her leg. Diva motioned to a man a couple of seats away. With half-closed eyes, she raised her hips in a rotating motion, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers. With such an unambiguous invitation from such a ripe, young girl, the man came over to fuck her. She guided his dick into her hole, then reached over and put her arms around me.
We were locked in a deep kiss as the man rammed his dick in and out of her. Her breathing became short and rapid, and they both came.
The man withdrew and she moved off the arm of the seat. Embracing me, she said, “I'm not nearly finished.” I reached between her wet thighs and gently fingered her come-laden cunt.
“I want you to eat my pussy. I want you to eat it now,” she said in a loud and panting voice. I got down on my knees and grabbed her ankles. I put her feet on adjoining seats, spreading her legs wide. She put her arms across the seat backs and arched her back, shoving her pussy toward my face.
A man went to the seat beside us, jacking off and sucking on one of her tits. Diva arched her back even more, leaning her head over the back of the seat. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and she told me not to stop. But I motioned toward the man beside us, and Diva got the idea. She stood. Her slip fell to the floor, revealing a graceful naked body glistening with come. Diva walked around the other side of the man and began sucking him off. Her fine ass was not only stuck up in the air, but it was also in the aisle. An older man dropped his pants and ran his dick between the cheeks of her ass, into her cunt. The man she was sucking and the man behind her came almost at the same time. I joined her in the aisle. Holding my dick with both hands, she kissed me with a come-filled mouth. I lay in the aisle and she lowered herself down on my dick. As we fucked, I fingered her clit.
She was the image of lust, dancing on my dick, her tits bouncing up and down, her eyes looking for a dick. Men came and offered Diva their dicks, from which she sucked their come. She came at least twice. I must have nearly passed out when I finally came, because I remember looking up and seeing Diva beaming at me afterward. Diva let a couple more men fuck her before we left. And then she gave the taxi driver a show as we caressed in the back of the cab.
I sometimes wonder what she's doing these days. The last time I saw her was that September right before her parents shipped her off to school in Europe. Still, that was one summer I'll never forget.—Name and address withheld by request
POP TART—JUST ADD WATER
Although I am a fairly conservative woman in my twenties, I had one experience that stripped me (literally) of all my inhibitions.
Recently, my husband and I took a road trip from New York to North Carolina. We had planned on driving straight through, but as the hours piled up, we found ourselves in need of a rest. We stopped at a small motel, and as we registered, the clerk gave us two free passes to a local bar. He had been planning on going to see the wet T-shirt concert that night, but was forced to work. Although we were tired, we decided that a little dancing might be fun.
On the way there, my husband chided me about entering the contest. But I adamantly refused, being modest and conservative, as I have already said.
Once at the bar, we danced continually. Even though he had a few beers, I drank only sodas so that I could drive back. The music was great, and it didn't take me long to get into some wild dancing. I don't know what it was about the place—maybe it was the mood of the crowd, or maybe it was the anonymity of being so far from home, but suddenly I found myself up on the stage with a bucket of water about to be thrown at me. I took it full force, with great pleasure.
Although my measurements aren't outstanding—36-30-34— they are suggestive of my firm breasts and tight behind. My best features are my sexy eyes and smile, but my long, dark-blond hair and large nipples are nothing to be scoffed at.
When it came time to show off all of my attributes, I wiggled and gyrated my hips under my tight cotton miniskirt, and I ran my hands slowly down my chest to enhance my protruding nipples. I bounced them as well as I could, making sure I got as close as possible to every man's eager eyes.
I had snipped the neck of my T-shirt with the pair of small sewing scissors that I keep in my purse, and when the music reached its peak, I reached for my collar and ripped my shirt halfway to my belly. What hoots and hollers that brought! I leaned over, showing just enough cleavage to get every man in the house rock hard.
Since my time was up, I turned and wiggled my fanny until I got back to my spot. Fortunately, I was the last contestant, so no one else could show me up.
Even though some of the other girls had far larger breasts than me, when they called “contestant number five” the house went wild, and I was announced the winner.
Responding to the calls for an encore, I repeated my act with a little variation. Through the din and smoke, I caught my husband's eye and he winked. He immediately started shouting, “Take it off! Take it off!” and soon the rest of the crowd had taken up the chant.
They began waving money, and the announcer asked if I would do it for ten dollars. I said no. The crowd yelled even louder, and the announcer asked if I would do it for twenty-five dollars. I said no. The crowd roared, and the announcer asked if I would do it for fifty dollars. I ripped my shirt some more and nodded my approval.
I thought the walls would fall in at the clamor. As soon as the announcer had collected enough money, I really got down to business. Dancing to the music, I inched my skirt up little by little until I was almost showing my panties.
Stopping there, I peeled my T-shirt down a little, baring my shoulders: first the left, then the right. Running the tips of my fingers down the cleavage between my breasts as I turned my back, I could hear the crowd moan with anticipation. From the back, all they could see was a wet T-shirt being peeled off. When I whipped around to give them the complete view, I thought I was going to die of excitement. My nipples were hard, and my groin was burning hot with energy of the moment.
Next, teasing my skirt up and down, I turned around again to give everyone a prime view of my smooth behind. I bent over and slid down my skirt, then paraded around the stage in my high-cut, red lace panties.
Realizing that I had gone far enough, I took my bow, collected my money, and retired to the ladies' room, where I got dressed and reconciled with my husband.—T.A., Buffalo, New York
TRUCK STOP
One night my husband and I decided to have some fun while we were out driving around. I stretched out on the seat with my head on my husband's lap and my legs spread wide apart. I was wearing a sundress with nothing underneath but smooth skin.
Whenever my husband passed a truck he would turn on the inside light and start rubbing my tits. It was so exciting knowing the truckers and other passersby were able to see this. Sometimes he would even rub my hot cunt. Since I was naked under the sundress, he had easy access. I got so horny from this I slipped his cock out of his pants and started sucking it. The truck drivers who witnessed this honked horns, flashed headlights, and tried like hell to get up beside us for a good look. We carried on this way for about an hour, so we were both really hot and horny by the time we got home.
When we got into the house my husband gave me a long, hot kiss. Then he told me to go down to the local truck stop and let the truckers see me with my skimpy dress. He also told me to take some condoms in case someone asked for some of my hot, juicy cunt. Flushed with excitement, I rushed out of the house. You would not believe how horny I was.
I reached the parking lot of the truck stop. I sat in my car and watched the rugged men walking in and out. I noticed a handsome black guy who looked to be in his late twenties getting into the cab of one of the trucks. I'd never made it with a black man, though I'd wanted to for quite s
ome time. I decided that night would be the night I finally did. I started getting wet just imagining his cock sliding in and out of me.
He pulled out onto the road, and I followed him. After driving about two or three miles, I got his attention on the CB and asked him where he was heading. He told me, and then asked where I was going. “Just out cruising,” I said. “Nowhere in particular.”
After some light conversation he asked me to come up beside him so he could get a good look at me because, according to him, I “sure sounded good.”
I did what he asked, giving him only a quick glimpse. Then I pulled behind him and flashed my lights to let him know I was there. Almost as if on cue he pulled off the road, asking me over the CB to do the same. I was so hot I didn't have to give it a second thought.
I hopped up into his cab, and we talked. He was extremely good-looking, with thick arms and a massive chest. He looked me up and down as we spoke, and I couldn't help blushing because I knew the flimsy blouse I had on did little to conceal my tits. He asked why I was out cruising alone, and I told him I was bored and had nothing else to do.
I knew we were eventually going to end up in the sleeper and I was finally going to fulfill a longtime fantasy of mine. He asked me why I picked him to start flirting with out of all the other truckers. I explained to him how I had watched him come out of the truck stop, and that I thought he was really cute. I told him I had wanted to make it with a Mack man for as long as I could remember. He said he was glad that I had chosen him.
We got into the sleeper, and he started kissing me roughly and passionately. I felt his hard cock poking me in the stomach through his pants. He started rubbing it back and forth against me. I had heard so much about black men and their dicks that I was dying to see his cock. I unzipped him. He started fingering my hot, wet cunt and rubbing my tits. I got so caught up with the pleasure he was giving me that I had to stop going for his cock. My whole body writhed and shook as his expert fingers manipulated my moist womanhood, gently bringing me to orgasm.
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