"I love, Girl watching."
I've heard that women don't like to be lustfully admired at, by men!
But the clothes they wear, make men stare, and they know it!
Let's face it, the only guys that don't look are either, queer or dead, and I'm neither.
It was a beautiful early fall morning, and the kids were back in school. The leaves had already started to turn colors but the air was still warm. My wife had just left for work, and I was sitting on my front steps, having a cup of coffee.
I like checking out; the young Mommy's walking their children to school. There's this one young Mother, in particular from up the street that really catches my eye.
I wasn't out here long, when I heard her kids, yelling, "Mommy, Mommy, hurry up, were going to be late for school." I could hear her, calling back to them, "don't be in, such a rush, slow down, and wait for me." I looked up as the three of them, ran by, the kids yelled and waved at me," Good Morning BigC."
They ran by so fast I barely got a glimpse of her. This young Mother look's HOT. There's just something about her that makes me want to fuck her. I never met her, or even saw her up close. But from a distance, I could see that she's got a great body. I figured I'd sit here a while longer, and maybe get a better look at her; when she comes back up the street.
I couldn't help myself; I started trying to visualize how she would look naked. Of course the image of her in my mind nude made me start fantasizing about having sex with her.
For whatever unknown reason I looked up, and there she was walking straight up my drive way. I said to myself, aw-shit she caught me leering at her, with my lust filled eyes. Now she's going to give me a piece of her mind. Even with these concerns going through my head. I kept thinking about what, I'd like to do with her in bed.
My cock was caught, between the leg of my jockey shorts and jeans. As soon as I saw her, it began to swell and creep down my leg, making a huge bulge in my pants. I kind of leaned back on my elbows, and stretched out my legs with my right leg over my left, in hopes of looking casual, and at the same time hiding my erection, from her.
She looked so sweet, as she got nearer, I could she was a little older then I though. But she still looks good enough to eat, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
She's a real beauty, with a dark complexion, her hair is almost black, she has big brown bedroom eyes, with freckles on her cheeks, and a small sexy heart shaped mouth.
She was still dressed for summer, in a pink tank top, a pair of black, shorts, with a white strip on the side, held up by an elastic waist band. Her socks were pink, matching her top, with a pair of dainty white keds on her feet. I couldn't help noticing, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Just by looking at her I could tell that, she works hard at keeping in shape. She has nice full breast, with just slight sag to them. I could see the outline of her nipples, through her top. She has a trim waist line, and full hips, that tapers down nicely into long well toned legs.
She laughed and, said. "Hi my name is kitty and I can see you like, my titties. I can tell, because you're staring at them."
I blushed! She laughed and asked me, "Are you really comfortable sitting like that?"
I could feel myself starting to burn a bright red. She caught me!
She went on to say. "My kids love trailer trucks, because you drive them. That makes you, kind of a hero to them. I've wanted to meet you, and get to know you, for some time now. I know you're called, BigC."
I told her, "my name is Carl, but I've been called BigC, for years."
Then she asked, "Do you have another cup of coffee? If you do, and don't mind, I'd like to have a cup with you. I want to talk to you bluntly, about something personal and important to me."
I got up, and went into the house, and she followed behind me uninvited. I gave her a cup of coffee. We just stood there in the kitchen looking at each other, for a moment. I didn't know what to say to her, but I was curious, about what she wanted to talk about!
Kitty finally broke the silence and said, "BigC, if you don't mind. I have a few, very personal questions. I want to ask you. I want you to promise me, that you'll answer them honestly. If your answers are what, I hope they are. Then I have a favor, I want you to do for me."
I had no idea what was coming, but she sure had my interest. Besides that, she's a real piece of, male eye candy. I cant over state how sexy, I think she is.
She just asked me, "Do you drink, or use drugs?
I answered her. "No! I don't drink, or use drugs, and I don't smoke either."
She replied "good." Then she asked me? "Do you have sex with a lot of other women, or prostitutes?"
No! I said, "I'm really fussy about who, I have sex with, but I honestly don't think, that's ... any ... of...your ... business!"
She shushed me by putting her finger over her lips, and said, "Please let me finish?"
I let her go on, wondering where this was going.
Than she stated, "you don't have any, STD's?"
"No, I don't, I replied."
I think my mouth was starting to hang open. I couldn't believe the things she was asking me, and I had no idea, why she was asking, me them.
She said. "Please let me continue? Now I want to explain something's to you, about me."
I though to myself, this is really getting interesting. So I said, "Okay." and let her go on.
She said, "I love my husband, he's a good man, and good Father. He works hard as a salesman, and has a passion for golf. We have a vanilla sex life, and it's pretty good too. But we only have sex, a couple of times a month, usual on Saturday nights, and that's only if, everything goes right."
I though to myself, I can understand that, but sad to say. It's NEVER the right night or time, for me and my wife.
Then she said, "Now here's what I want to talk to you about. I like the way you look and dress. I think you're a sexy man, in your own macho way, you look rough and gentle, at the same time. And the way you look at me, undressing me with your eyes, excites me. I fantasize, about how it would be in bed with you."
Before I could say a word she went on to say, "BigC, I have this fantasy, about you, using me like a slut, calling dirty names, forcing me, to have oral sex with you, and, finally having you stuff your big hard cock into me, and fuck me like a slut."
Now my mouth was hanging open.
Then she said."This is the favor, I want from you. I want you to fill my fantasy. When you're done, with me I want to have the taste of your cock in my mouth, and feel your cum running out of my cunt, down the insides of my thighs. Just don't really hurt me, or leave any marks on me.
I saw your wife leave and my husbands at work. But if you don't want to fuck me, I'll understand."
I stood there dump founded with my mouth hanging open. This shit just doesn't happen to me. I'm not a hero like, a cop or fireman. I'm no movie actor or rock star either. I'm not special in any way at all. I'm just me, BigC, a truck driver!
Oh Shit, I said to myself, I don't know what to do, or where to start! I never had sex like that in my life, but what the hell, if that's what she wants. I'll be more then happy, to give it a try.
I stepped in closer to her, and put my hands on her breast. I gave them a squeeze and rubbed my thumbs roughly across her nipples. They were full and firm, and they were sensitive too; because as I touched them, she closed her eyes, sucked in her breath and moaned softly.
I put my hands on her ass, and pulled her against me. I covered her open mouth with mine, as our lips molded together I pushed in my tongue into her warm open mouth. She sucked on my tongue, like it was a cock.
I stopped kissing her, and asked, "Do you really want to get fucked bitch?"
She answered, "Only if your man enough too."
I said "Okay bitch you're one hot looking piece of ass and you're going to get your favor."
I looked her in the face, as I slid my hand down the front of her shorts. She closed her eyes as my hand when over her soft hairy bush and my fingers touched her pussy.
I worked my middle finger between her lips, and found her opening. As I starting pushing my finger in her, she let out a sigh. I was shocked to discovered, she was as, tight as a teenager. I said, "Holy Shit Bitch you're tight."