Fred Plisken was a harmless local drunk always sitting quietly with a beer in hand at his favourite bar known as 'The Ankou'. He liked to sit there watching the comings and goings of patrons as they drank, chatted and played chance in the human mating rituals.
Today he had noticed a man dressed in blue jeans and a long-sleeved check shirt sitting at a booth on the far wall. Fred noticed him because he just seemed to appear there as if out of thin air, and he could have sworn he did not see him enter the bar or order the beer he was now drinking. It was a real mystery that was for sure.
Then again maybe he was just that drunk anyway, so he shrugged and smiled to himself and ordered another beer. However then he found himself continuing to stare at this man for some reason. The stranger looked the same as the rest of the bar's red neck patrons with his ball cap pulled low over his eyes and his sleeves rolled halfway up his muscular forearms.
His boots scuffed and worn, giving the appearance of having done a hard days work. He sat alone, quietly nursing his beer not really trying to be noticed. Still one thing old Fred had observed was the stranger was glancing often at April Downing who was sitting across from him talking excitedly to her friend Connie.
Both women were in their forties but the difference was Connie looked much older. She was fat, wrinkly, and had greying hair. While April looked younger with a trim body, nice auburn hair, and a stunning complexion.
Fred was noticing that the stranger had glanced at April several times now, but April was oblivious to his interest. Finally Connie took a break in April's marathon of lurid gossip and excused herself to go to the ladies room.
While her friend was in the toilet another man Fred knew named Bud Carson approached April and said a few words in her ear. Fred couldn't hear the conversation that ensued but knew that she wasn't interested in anything he was offering. April shook her head no; and a discouraged Bud returned to his seat at the bar, lit a cigarette and took a deep swig of his beer.
Another failure in the human mating ritual. He had to chuckle. Still Fred admired Bud's courage in asking. April was a stunner that was for sure but Fred knew from experience that Bud was going to have more luck with fat ol' Connie than he would with that fine piece of ass.
April raised her hand and signalled the waitress for the bill and paid the tab with her credit card as Connie returned from the bathroom. April gathered her belongings, kissed fat Connie farewell, walked out the door.
Fred watched her leave thinking how he wouldn't mind sliding his own cock into that bitches hot pussy. Then looked back to see what the stranger was doing but to his surprise he was gone. Fred stood up and looked around wondering how the hell he could just vanished like that.
Suddenly a cute 20yo blonde with firm titties came up to the bar to order drinks right next to him. The whole incident was forgotten instantly as he stared wide-eyed at those perky titties wishing he could get a boner. Oh those were the day, he mused.
*****
April clicked her remote key and her car unlocked but suddenly someone reared up beside her making her yelp and jump. She looked at the one responsible with a screwed up face saying, "Jesus Bud, you'd scare the livin' daylights out of a ghost the way you creep up on people!"
Bud blushed, "Aww come on April, you knows I am just wanting some special attention."
She rolled her eyes, "I told you in the bar I'm not interested Bud. When are you gonna get the hint?"
Bud pouted, "You were plenty interested last Saturday night. I made you cum real good too."
She laughed, "That don't mean we're in love or your my boyfriend. We just fucked is all."
"Well we can 'just fuck' now cos I am hornier than a badger on heat." Bud smiled a toothy grin.
April looked down and noticed his pants were tenting. Bud reached down and unzipped his fly and a thick eight inch cock sprung out as hard as a rock.
"Bud! You're gonna get us arrested!" April blushed.
"Well you made it like this so you better do something about it before the cops drag us away for indecent exposure," Bud said stroking his cock.
April looked around and then gestured him to follow and they walked around an alley behind some large dumpsters. She pulled her pants down and bent forward presenting her shaved pussy to Bud who was behind her. "OK get it over with so I can go home," she said.
He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock saying, "Mmmm humph you have the finest ass in these parts."
Bud pushed his cock head into her pussy and felt that warm wetness as his cock pushed through and filled her in no time. He grabbed her hips and started pumping her slowly feeling the luxuriousness of her womanhood. April moaned as she held onto the dumpster
Bud moaned, "Ohhh I lurv how you act all snooty in front of everyone and yet you're really a dumpster slut."
He laughed prompting her to say, "Just fuck me I haven't got all night."
Bud put two fingers in her mouth and made her suck them and get them all wet. Then he leaned back and slid them inside her ass as his thick cock rolled in and out of her wet cunt. She moaned like a two dollar whore as he fingered her ass. After a while he pulled them out and leant forward shoving them in her mouth. "Suck your ass bitch!" he ordered her and she did eagerly.
Then he slapped her ass a few times and returned his fingers inside her ass fingering her in rhythm with his fucking. Meanwhile he was picking up the pace as he felt his lust grow inside him. She had been mean to him ever since last Saturday night and he was going to take it out on her pussy. April moaned loudly with a few 'Oh yes!' and 'Fuck that's so good!" thrown in for good measure.
He rode her hard now pushing his cock in and out of her with wild abandon. April's face was red and sweaty and she hung on to the dumpster like her life depended on it. Her hair was now messy and her eyes were shut, clenched tightly. "Oooooooo fuuuuck," she moaned. Her pussy was making squelches and farts as he fucked the living shit out of it until finally he felt her cunt squeeze down on his shaft. "Here I cum dumpster slut!" he panted.
Then April let a high-pitched squeal as orgasm rippled through her body making her shake all over. Bud couldn't hold it any longer and felt his cock spasm as he unloaded five large spurts of cum deep inside her pussy. He closed his eyes as he held her tightly, pushing his large cock as deep as it could go. "Oh Ahhhhh yeahhhhh," he grunted.
After a few minutes of just being there to milk every last drop of pleasure from it Bud pulled his cock out with a plop and cum dribbled down Aprils leg. She reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them up and then her pants. Turning to Bud she kissed him on the cheek.
"OK Bud now I gotta get home. Tomorrows a big day for me," she said smiling.
"So I suppose you're gonna be mean to me again. Treat me like I am shit?" Bud pouted.
"Look what it did to you. You fucked me like a wild man. So yes I am going to act like I detest you again. That's all you gonna get from me Bud," she said then looked in a compact and straightened her make up.
Then she turned and left him standing there with his dick still hanging out, limp now. "Damn that bitch is hot," Bud said under his breath.
Bud was watching her walk away when out of the corner of his eye he thought he seen a man standing there watching him. He turned sharply to find no one there. That made him feel uneasy as he was sure he'd seen a guy in jeans wearing a cap. He put his cock away and got out of there as fast as he could. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and felt butterflies in his stomach. The words of his momma rang in his ears from when he was a kid, "Like someone walking over your grave."
*****
April drove home with her thoughts focused on the deal that she had in the making at her firm. If she could bring it off, it would be the pinnacle of her career and would secure her place there until she retires. Which was still a long way away as she was only 42.
She drove up to the gate of her community and stopped as the young guard leaned out of his small window and bidding her a warm hello. He was a cute guy and always leaned into her window and looked directly down her cleavage at her tits. He sniffed the air and smiled at her. April didn't mind. She nonchalantly showed her residents pass, and after signing in he waved her through.
Parking the car in her driveway, she gathered her purse and briefcase, stepped out and shut the door. She remembered to press the lock button on her remote as she picked up her mail and then unlocked her front door and entered the house. She placed the day's mail and her keys on a small table and continued to the telephone, checking the machine for messages. Finding none, she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, turned on the TV to CNN, and began to undress.
In bra and panties, she entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. As she waited for the water to warm, she finished taking off her underwear looking at the cum stains in her panties, and feeling a slight tingle in her pussy as she did. Then she turned and admired herself in the mirror before drawing the shower curtain back and stepping in.
The hot water felt good on her tired muscles as it fell from the pulsing shower head and massaged her skin. She picked up the sponge that she used and squirted lavender soap onto it and then rubbed it briskly to create lather. The fragrance of lavender soon filled the shower and she smiled to herself as she washed her body.
She scrubbed her pussy and blasted it with the shower to make sure the cum was cleaned out as best she could manage. April was infertile so she wasn't worried about getting pregnant and she knew Bud was a clean so she didn't think she'd get a disease from him.
Once her shower was finished, she stepped out and reached for a large fluffy towel and dried herself. Still nude, she entered her bedroom and slipped on a pair of fresh panties, a bikini bra and her silk nightgown.
Had she happened to look towards her window, she would have seen the strange man from the bar standing outside, watching her as she dressed for bed.
She pulled down the covers and was in the process of getting into bed when the door bell chimed its melodic tune of welcome. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and noting it was now ten past eleven PM, wondered who would be visiting at this hour. She picked up her robe from the end of the bed and pulled it around her as she walked down to the front door.
"Who's there?" she called through the door.
