I'm Elena Palmer and I have a story to tell. It all started when my asshole-of-a-husband looked at me as I got dressed for work and said, "you're too fat to wear a thong!" I was devastated and then I was pissed. The son-of-a-bitch walks out of our bedroom as I looked at myself in the mirror. In tears, I thought, what do you expect after having two kids, working a full-time job and taking care of the house with no help from 'mister-fucking-wonderful'.
That was my turning point. That was when I decided I was done with my husband. "You pushed me into this, you son-of-a-bitch", I muttered under my breath.
I decided the 'old guy' at work, who professed to love me, would be granted his chance to prove it or die. That's a bit harsh, but the 'old guy', Ronald, had been openly admiring me for almost three years. He runs the assembly line at the little manufacturer where we work and often finds any reason to visit me in the computer room. He makes no effort to conceal his, how would you say, love for me.
I even challenged him once by saying "why would you want anything to do with an old, chubby married lady like me?" He says he doesn't care about that, he loves my heart. I think he really is telling the truth because he is so polite. Problem, he's married, too.
So, I decided today was going to be Ronald's lucky day, so to speak, if he played his cards right. Secretly, I hoped he would say all the right things and, well, he just might have me for a late-night snack. A couple of times during my shift, I would pass Ron and look up into his eyes. He is slightly taller than me and I do look up into his face. Once during the evening, I paused in front of him and that made him stop. He has these penetrating, sincere eyes. We didn't say a word. I looked away and went on my way. I wish I had just turned around and walked up to him; looked him in the eyes and ask him to kiss me; hold me like he love me. I just didn't have the nerve. I thought, Elena, take a chance, this guy may really love you. I deserve this. That piece-of-shit-husband doesn't deserve you.
I kept thinking: 'oh, Ronald, please kiss me'. Take me away in your arms and treat me like I mean the world to you. Oh, I must do this. I must take a chance. Now, how and when?
Normally, I work the mid shift, but this week I'd been filling in for a co-worker. It was about 11:00 at night when Ronald and I walked out of work. I stopped and turned putting my hand on his chest and said, "just a second, Ronald." I withdrew something from my purse and tucked it in his shirt pocket. Then I said, "do with this as you wish, but remember you only have a minute before I reach my van."
I'd placed my lacy red thong in his shirt pocket and turned to walk away. I was headed for my 'soccer mom' minivan, trying not to run away from my foolishness. The whole time I was biting my lower lip worried I'd gone too far and was wrong about him. Maybe I was wrong, maybe ...
Faster than I'd ever seen him move, I heard Ronald trotting after me. He had my thong in his outstretched hand. "Stop, please, Elena, please wait." When he caught up to me, I turned to face him, he put his arms around me and brought me in for the most tender, passionate head-to-toe kiss I have ever experienced. Damn, I was kissing him back and loving it. Let me tell you, it was one of those kisses you hear other people get. The ones with the fireworks and bright lights when you connect with the only real love of your life. Yup, this is the guy I should have met and kissed years ago. Who knew? Damn, I want more kisses like this!
Holy shit, it was like no other kiss I'd ever had. So turned on by the kiss, I'm pretty sure it made my vagina spring a leak, I was soooooo fucking wet.
"Yes, I want you and I want to be with you, if that's your question. Better yet, you've just made me the happiest man on earth." Right there in the open he plants another, even more passionate kiss on my lips. I kissed back. Holy crap, did I kiss him back! Hadn't kissed anyone like that in years. I felt great. Great? Shit, it was fabulous. I was worried about getting too turned on standing in the parking lot.
Even though the lot was dark and almost empty, I panicked, "wow, aren't you afraid someone will see?"
"Not a bit, I want the world to know I love you. Uh, what made you finally decide to pick me?"
"Ronald, get in my van."
Ron got in as I sat in the driver's side. I turned to him and without a word, watched him. Looking him in the eyes, I opened my jacket to reveal that I had disposed of my blouse and bra. Yup, I was starkers under my jacket. Well, except for my skirt. His eyes got big and his mouth open. I whispered, "are you just going to stare at me or are you going to do something?" It was dark and with my tinted windows, I was pretty sure no one could see in. I put my arms around Ron's neck and pulled him to me. Kissing him was a thrill and was making me squirm. I just couldn't get enough of his kisses and my pussy was impatient.
He took the hint. Ron worked his mouth from my lips down my throat, my breasts and onto my nipples. I was already worked up when, oh my god, he's working his fingers under my skirt. He's not wasting any time going for the 'gold'. Yup, I even helped him by spreading my thighs.
I don't know if you are familiar with older minivans, but they have no console separating the front seats, but it is tight. This obstacle didn't seem to deter Ronald from bridging the distance between us. Breathlessly, I moved to the back seat dragging him along. I wrestled my skirt off when Ron had me in his arms. His fingers had found my really slick hoo hoo and was gently pinching my clit nubbin. Oh, fuck, this was more action than I'd had in a long time. Passion? Shit, this was me in heat! All I could think was, 'give it to me, stud, right now!'
Ron was breathing hard and I was panting even heavier. My turn, I could feel his 'throbber' through his dockers. Damn, what was I thinking? Time to put up or shut up, I opened his belt, unsnapped his pants and reached in to find his 'stiffy'. "You don't mind if I see what I'm in for, do you? I sorta' think I'm entitled since you're busy preparing me for this." Oh, I am so formal. Pre cum was gorging from the nice, big head of his sex weapon.
It felt great and I could feel my pussy gushing with anticipation. It had been such a long time since my husband had expressed any interest in sex with me. That may sound trite, but I miss being desired. And here's my co-worker who can't seem to get into my pants fast enough. Ronald really wants me. Not fuck me so much as to really make love to me. I'm thinking, gahd, I hope he wants more than a one-night-stand. My mind was racing ahead of taking this cock prisoner in my slippery twat.
We were like a couple of teenagers having our very first sexual adventure. Ron's mouth was all over me; my nipples, my belly, (I slumped down) WOW, my clit; all on his way to the 'promised land'. Then I opened my legs as wide as I could. He's got his fingers in me and was pushing deeper. He came up to kiss me as I lay back on the seat. Two fingers in my pussy searching for my G-spot. And, holy shit, he found it and now I'm cumming. Blasting his fingers with my gushing juices. Damn!
Here we are in the almost deserted lot; me pulling on a nice hard slippery cock; my hips bucking like a whore; and sucking on not-my-husband's tongue. Bang! I was cumming again (or maybe still cumming). Hooray! At least some guy finds me desirable even if that 'prick-of-a-husband' says I'm too fat.
Oops, Ron is starting to groan like he is ready to cum and, good for me, I was making that happen. 'Elena, you still got it,' I thought to myself with a smile. Ron whispered something. "Elena, I want to be inside you. I want to cum inside you."
"What are you waiting for?" I'm lying in the back seat with my legs as far apart as I can make them. Holding his rock hard cock in my hands, I challenged, "you want to put this in me, Ron? You'd better make it fast, I'm not waiting any longer." All this while I was rubbing his cock up and down my very slippery pussy lips. Just as I got it to the entrance of my eager snatch and holding him in both hands he whispers: "Elena, take me all the way."
Wicked old me, I pulled Ron's dick all the way in. Holy shit, he filled me up. I wrapped my legs around his back and spurred him deeper with my heels. Damn, I gasped as he slid past my slickery lips into my long-past-ready pussy. Gahd, it felt so good.
Geez, he's bigger than my husband and I'm stretching to take his all. He's perfect for me. I thought I heard someone screaming "give it to me, now," but it was me. I threw my head back as I pumped my hips like a whore on the clock. I thought to my pussy, 'not so fast my sweet, enjoy this.' Oops, too late, I'm cumming again. I didn't know I could do that.
I couldn't slow my hips grinding into Ronald's thrusting. I bent my head to kiss my lover. Breathing became a problem trying to kiss him and gasping from passion at the same time. I arched my hips to take in all of his manhood and, once again, slid his shaft deep into my slit. Fabulous! Really, it felt as though I was on top of the love world and I could feel his cum shooting into me. He just kept shooting in me!
I kept pulling him in and squeezing with my legs. Holy crap, I was still cumming. I didn't know I could cum more than once, but here I am working on number two or three or however many. DAMN, I couldn't control my hips grinding on my lover's cock. Holy shit, this was mind blowing. My pussy muscles were squeezing hard as never before.
Ron was catching his breath as I felt his hips grinding faster and harder into mine. His balls were slapping into my ass. It was a nice comfortable fit. I liked having him deep in me. I rocked on his dick, milking it for every drop. My pussy was working his cock as I rocked on. Damn, this felt great.
Just this morning my 'fuck-of-a-husband' told me I was too fat and tonight I have another guy's dick in my slit. And this is outstanding. Hadn't planned quite this today, but I'm sure glad my husband pushed me to this. I wondered if Ron would like to make this a regular thing as I slowed my pumping on his cock. I began to realize just how uncomfortable it is having sex in the van. Next time I'll make Ron rent a room. Oh yah, there will definitely be a next time.
