"Ready?" Jules asked, barely above a whisper. Her eyes locked onto mine as she opened her mouth and gently engulfed the head of the throbbing red cock in her hand. Her soft, muffled moans were barely audible against the strained breathing from the man lying prostrate in the alley. She moved slowly up and down the length of the fat shaft. He was longer and thicker than I expected. Had I expected anything? I wasn't sure, but this wasn't it.
My head swam from the smell of him and I turned to the side, but I couldn't take my eyes away.
"Oh, God," she whispered, her lips leaving his cock with a smack. "He really stinks. I bet he hasn't showered in days."
"Months," I mumbled.
Her face snapped towards the sound of my voice even though her eyes had never left mine, as if her conscious mind had become so disconnected from her subconscious as to forget that I was there.
"No, days," she responded matter-of-factly and, straightening her back, shuddered. "After too long our bodies start to produce bacteria that snack on the nasty stuff our sweat glands produce and this"โshe sniffed loudlyโ"heady aroma would be seriously diminished after months." A small light fixture hung forlornly above a rusted red door nearby, giving off a dim light that shone on her bare breasts. She shifted, keeping her grip on the cock, and grinned at me.
She adjusted her bra with one hand while she stroked him with the other. "$675." My gaze returned to meet hers. "The bra. Agent Provocateur. Though I hardly think he cares." She looked at it, then back up at me. "Do you like it?" Her question seemed to be equally teasing and sincere. "It's the only open cup bra I own. I'm not sure what kind of statement it makes. 'I'm slutty but I went to the trouble of putting something on?' I don't know. I like the feeling of wearing a bra and knowing that there's really nothing there. I'm certain everyone thinks I'm wearing a bra. At least it looks that way under my blouse. You can see the shoulder straps."
The man moaned loudly. "Shhhhh," she chided softly. She lowered her head and took him in her mouth again. She worked his cock for a few moments, then shifted her legs so she could lower herself closer to him. She swallowed him, burying her face in his wiry, matted pubic hair.
I watched in horror and disgust and painful arousal. My own cock strained uncomfortably against my jeans.
He moaned loudly again and she withdrew his entire length from her throat, gasping for air. She stroked him while she caught her breath. She shook her hair over her shoulders and gazed at me again with her pale blue eyes. The small light cast a bluish pall on her skin and she looked almost comically icy despite the unseasonably warm temperatures for September.
She smiled and massaged her breast. "You like them?" she asked. "Roy bought them for me after Abe was weaned. He said my formerly magnificent boobs needed a restoration after all the mileage Abe had put on them." Her brow furrowed. "They're really nice. I don't need a bra at all." After a slight pause, she reached behind her back, shrugged her shoulders, and the bra-that-wasn't slid down her arms. She switched the cock to her other hand and let it slide off the rest of the way, tossing it me. "Hold onto that for me, will you?" she winked.
I glanced around, nervous for the first time. The bra had really been no clothing at all, but this was symbolically more brazen. I shook my head, feeling foolish. Jules was sucking some strange man's dick in an alley near the waterfront. Anyone could walk by and see this and we'd all be up shit creek.
"Not down here," she said like she was reading my mind. "People coming from the bars and restaurants will be heading for the Spring Garden Station or to one of the parking lots in the opposite direction from us. Besides, no one walks into a dark alley at this time of night. Except us, I mean. The only thing we have to worry about is if there's a fire somewhere. The headlights from the fire trucks will light us up like daytime when they leave the firehouse." She noticed my nervous glance. "I'm mostly kidding about the firehouse."
The man moaned a low, rumbling protest as Jules released his cock and stood. He lifted his head to look at her. She was nearly six feet tall in stocking feet and tonight she wore midnight blue Manolo Blahnik pumps. Her large breasts were round and heavy, their man-made perfection marred only by the small tell-tale fold of skin near her arms that sometimes happened when a woman had implants that were too weighty. Her hips were wider than they'd been in collegeโlikely a consequence of having had three children in the last ten yearsโbut she was still stunning. Maybe even moreso now. Her face had lost all traces of baby fat that had remained from her youth and her elegant bone structure gave her a beauty that only comes with having won the genetic lottery. "Did you bring the condoms from the car?" she asked without looking at me.
"Yes," I replied, sounding small and alien. She continued to stand by him, unmoving except for her fingertips that absentedmindedly rubbed against her mons. I retrieved a condom from my pocket and held it out to her. I waited. The world seemed to have stopped. I knew there were things happening all around us. The noise of nightlife. The drone of traffic along I-95. But the world had stopped in our alley. Then she moved.
I watched with rapt attention as she swung her leg over to stand astride him. He grinned, a rotting, dirty grin, squinting his eyes nearly shut in pure joy with the thought of what was, beyond all probability, about to happen. She looked down at his cock, but stood there without moving. Was she having second thoughts?
Suddenly she squatted. I glanced at the condom in my outstretched hand, then quickly forgot it as she reached under herself and grasped his cock once more. She moved her panties to the side and began inserting him. "It's bigger than it looks," she whispered. She shuddered as she slowly took in his entire length. When he was fully inserted, she stopped and her body convulsed. She squeezed her knees together, a look of pain on her face. "Oh, God," she breathed, relaxing. "That was quick."
Her feet slid out behind her and her knees went to the ground. The man beneath her began humping up into her. "Slow down," she told him, a soothing tone in her voice. "Slowly." He ignored her, his hands reaching out to grasp at her smooth, ivory waist. He pounded into her like a jackhammer. Rather than try to stop him, she put her hands on his chest and arched her back, sliding her knees across the rough asphalt and spreading her thighs widely for him, her breasts bouncing violently.
His breathing grew ragged and fast-paced. "Are you gonna come?" she asked, sounding excited. A few seconds later he thrust into her and buried himself, lifting her knees off the ground. She gasped and a loud, hoarse groan escaped from the depths of this soul. "Oh, fuck," she said, a little too loudly for my comfort, throwing her head back, her body convulsing again. "Yes! Yes! Come in my pussy! Oh, God, yes!" The man reached up and locked onto her breasts as her body shook and jerked. "Oh, my God," she rasped several minutes later through clenched teeth, "he's still coming."
When their spasms had ended and their breathing had normalized, Jules stood and stretched her arms above her head like she'd just awoken from a pleasant nap. She turned to me, smiling broadly. The small light somehow brightly illuminated a strand of semen that was swinging between her legs.
I stared, speechless, as come streamed down the insides of her thighs and realized I was still holding the condom out towards her. She looked at my outstretched hand and reached between her legs. "Oops," she whispered, and shrugged. She brought her fingers to her mouth. "Oh, Matthew," she said, "you really need more fruit and vegetables in your diet." She licked her fingers clean and readjusted her panties.
Smiling at me again, she walked over and took the condom, then put it back in my pocket. She pecked me on the cheek and turned back to the man, who was now pulling his pants onto his legs. "I'm not sure if I'm having office hours next week, Matthew," she told him quietly. "I'm working a lot of overtime this weekend so Gordy will have enough material for the story he's writing."
'Matthew' looked confused. He stared at her silently before grumbling a mild protest I couldn't make out, then shuffled away. *She's insane*, I thought. *She's lost her damned mind.*
Jules scanned the ground around her, turning to her left and right. "Have you seen my bra?" she asked. "I can't see where I placed it. I'd hate to lose another one, not that Roy would notice, but it seems like a waste at $675 a pop." She paused and cocked her head to the side, then laughed lightly. "So to speak." She examined the ground around her for a few more moments, then shrugged again. "Oh, well. Let's go. We have places to be." She started walking towards the street.
"Jules, are you, well,...going like that?" I asked, and quickly caught up. I felt something at my rear and reached back. It was her 'bra' stuck in my back pocket. I yanked it out and nudged her arm with it.
She glanced down. "Perfect! Hold onto it for me." Her pace quickened as she headed out of the alley. A car drove by and honked. Brake lights came on and it screeched to a halt. Jules seemed to care not. I hurried to the car, furiously tapping the unlock button on my key fob. She calmly opened the door and climbed in as I sprinted around to the other side. The stopped car had started to reverse as I pulled away from the curb. I quickly turned at the next intersection.
"Ooo! Do you have any Kleenex?" Still concentrating on the road ahead and the rear view mirror at the same time, I fumbled with the console. "Perfect!" she said, extracting a small box. She wadded a handful, pulled her panties to the side, and stuffed it in. "Probably not very healthy, but I didn't want to get your seat dirty. Watch out!" I was staring, shaking my head in disbelief, and nearly sideswiped an oncoming car. I quickly pulled into a nearby alley and turned off the lights. I was lightheaded. I felt sick.
"Are you okay? You look really pale, even for this light."
My head was pounding. I didn't know what to say. "I..."