Last Friday, amid the COVID-19 pandemic, California fires, racial upheaval, Trump politics, heat wave and all the woes bestowing our community, I felt horny and restless. I was going stir crazy working at home all day with my wife. I wanted to get out. My cock wanted out. I needed an escape. Doldrums started settling in and I thought, why not? What could happen?
I've been reading personal classified ads for a while now, at least as long as we've been sheltering in place. I've been reading the ads from women looking for men. I've answered a few but nothing has come of it. Maybe a quick email exchange, that's all. I'm sick of waiting in line, hoping something will actually happen. This is it. I'm going to write my own ad. I'm going to decide who I'll be with; no more responding and waiting.
I think for some time about what I want and what is likely to be measured enough to have someone real respond to it. What I really want is to get funky with some titties. Maybe find someone that can meet for even just a half hour; maybe make out in a car. Just a little adventure. Just a little change of scenery. Fuck it, what can it hurt. I write and post my ad.
The response is dismal at first. A scammer, someone wanting to know if I'm tina friendly, etc. And then I get an email from someone that actually sounds normal and sane. What? And she sends along a picture of the most amazing breasts. Big, plump with large areolas and puckering nipples. Just perfect for teasing and sucking and biting.
I email, she emails, I talk on the phone, we talk on the phone. We agree to meet right then and there. We are going to hang out in her minivan. We decided to meet on the top floor of the car park in the middle towards the back. We have the roof top to ourselves.
She is a big lady, in her early 50's. She's natural with brown hair. She's unexpectedly pretty. Not a bombshell, but easier on the eyes than one would expect. She doesn't look like the type to read let alone respond to a personal classified post. I'm so excited, I walk up to her window and I reach my hand in and begin to massage her boob. I'm dying to get my hand under her layers of clothing. I want to touch skin. I think she is nervous. We chat, just a little. Confirm names and reasons for meeting. She invites me into the back of the van. She tells me she needs help with her bra. It's new and remarkably complicated but I have it off in a flash and she pulls her shirt up.