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I, Titman: Prelude
I, Titman: Chapter 1
This is I, Titman: Chapter 2
Well damn, that was a fun time. I had never once penetrated anything but Tammy's mouth, and I got to bury my cock between a hot little pair of tits for an hour. And now we were walking out and chatting like an old couple, still totally energized and completely ready to keep the night going. But it was really late.
I couldn't believe it when we walked out of the florist shop chatting away, that Andie was out there waiting for us. She looked pissed. But she still looked good. Her nubs were totally poking through that terry cloth top and I could see the bumps on her nipples clearly. It's almost too bad I hooked up with Tammy, but who was I to complain?
Andie told me that my buddies were looking for me and left when they figured I could handle myself. I can, but damn I got no vehicle. Tammy said she and Andie would get me back to the Campus... In good time...
So Andie jiggled a set of keys and got into a big Florist Van. I sat in middle of front and Tammy rode shotgun. It was silence as Andie drove, and Tammy idly teased my leg in the car.
"Bitch," Andie said.
"Back at ya." Tammy said.
Silence.
"Why don't you guys get in the back?" Andie said. She pulled over. Man she was pissed.
Or was she?
O man, what a surprise. I had expected dirt and water and other assorted flower potting mess and blah blah blah. Well, think of a wedding reception kind of impression, but with florist supplies. The walls were bordered by 2 shelves that closed and had additional bungees keeping them closed. A wheeled cart was chocked down in front of the drivers side wheelwell. The cart was stuffed with little assorted cutesy pillows. Behind the driver side windowed partition bungeed down cart with linens stuffed all in it. Then there were bigger pillows in a loose pile in front of the passenger side wheel well.
I got in and sat on the loose pile of pillows. Tammy jumped on me and said "Are you gonna fuck me now?" I gave her a huge deep French kiss and drew her to me. I had had an amazing amount of sex that day, so I was gonna have to build up to a good woody in a bit.
She would have nothing of it. I suppose that she figured I would be a slow start, as much as I resisted her and Andie in the bar earlier. So she started to untie my shoes. "I ain't having anything take you out of stride. I want you totally naked 5 minutes ago." She said.
Well I was taking off my shirt faster than... Well, U get it. I told her "Keep on the blouse, buttoned up to just racy cleavage." And we each rushed our own clothes off.
I look up and O man is she a vision. The shirttail fully covered her ass and the shirt hid her bush in front. She sorta played her hair up and said "This many buttons?"
It was like something in a dream. When she played her hair up her shirt teased a nice look at her tits and definitely exposed her bush. I dove down and got to nibbling her thigh and working my way up to her pussy, which I hadn't even seen before this. She grabbed my hair and said "Don't bother."
Then she bent over one of the chocked down carts, parted her legs, turned her head and offered her stuff to me. She looked back at me and sorta hummed. Well, remember that I am 5'10" and we are in a moving van. No goddamn way was that going to work. So I grabbed her like a six pack and started rubbing my fingers together through her ass/snatch wall inside her. She was almost squealing for me to stuff her.
SO I did, one fell swoop. Well she was so slick that I buried it to the hilt. She was older, but she was nicely tight. She was screaming out and I was driving into her doggie style and she dropped to her elbows to give me more leverage. I start the "slow strong strokes" rhythm and it pisses her off. She flings her hair back, snarls and slams her ass against my belly.
I slapped her ass and said, "Hard and fast as I can, right?" All she did was nod and squeal. I don't think, in the next 20 minutes, a word came out of her mouth. But o man the sounds were extremely erotic. She was sort of wheezing on each thrust and I was digging the motion of her boobs under her half-unbuttoned shirt. I was in the best shape of my life, and I had almost had enough. This was no stylish erotic lovemaking that we were trying to prolong.