We Ended up with an Audience
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We Ended up with an Audience

by Sylque 5 min read 3.6 (5,700 views)
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Well, I moved around a lot, even into young adulthood. This was my third location in as many years. I was very athletic in school, well muscled, and I continued to be so up until I broke my back in the army at the age of 21, which led to my medical discharge. I was still extremely closeted about what I thought was crossdressing at the time (eventually turned into being trans). That isn't particularly relevant to this story though.

So it was that I was again in a new town, at a new job, doing the same old routine of getting to know new people so I could make new friends. One of the first people met was a young woman name Lorrie. She had long, lush brunette hair that perfectly complimented her deep, soulful brown eyes. However, I think what stood out the most to me was what most men would call enormous dick sucking lips. The best part about them was that they formed the most beautiful smile. I hear you, "Don't get your honey where you get your money!" Well, this honey was absolutely gorgeous. In addition to the features already described, she was a petite 5'4", well endowed with an otherwise athletic body! How was i supposed to resist?

Lorrie and I seemed to hit it off instantly. There was never any question that we had a mutual attraction for each other. She was a couple years younger than I was, but at 19, she was alright in my book. She could be my DD, not that I was a drinker. Alcohol just never really did it for me. Yeah, I went out for my 21st birthday, (that wasn't that long ago, shortly before my discharge), but they weren't even my first legal drinks. I had those when I was 19 and visiting Canada for the first time. But I digress. We were talking about the attraction Lorrie and I felt for each other. Naturally, this led to me asking her out on a date, which she gladly accepted. Our dates eventually led to a semi-sexual relationship. Though we never had intercourse, everything else was on the table. Blowjobs, cunnilingus, finger banging, mutual masturbation, we did it all.

Her father did NOT like me. He didn't want his daughter being messed with by some 21 year old loser who had been rejected from the Army. It didn't matter that I had received a medical discharge due to a serious injury received during training. Not in the least. This of course made getting together tough at best, as she wouldn't be "allowed" to leave the house if he knew she was going to be meeting me.

Though we were young adults, she still lived at home. So, our dating was fraught with difficulties related to that inexplicable detesting I received from her father. So, we often to had arrange places for our extra-curricular engagements. Often, this would be after work, usually in my car. I would typically park as far out from the building to have as isolated a spot as plausible. This is my contribution to facilitate our encounters. Her contributions to our clandestine meetings was to wear easily accessible clothing. Typically speaking, this included dresses and skirts. Most of the time she wore panties, but occasionally, she didn't. Our encounters most often included me fingering her until she had at least three orgasms. After that, she would typically repay the favor will a blow job. Oh how right I had been about those dick sucking lips of hers. I'm certain that the old, crude saying about sucking a golf ball through a garden hose, or even the chrome off a hitch, could be applied to her dick sucking skills. She never failed to make me cum, nor did she ever spill a drop.

Sometimes, when her parents were out, we would meet at her house. This is where I would eat her pussy. I'm pretty sure this is where I developed a fetish for eating pussy in fact. I wasn't very experienced at that point in my life, but Lorrie knew exactly what she liked and how to guide me to it. I never failed to make her have multiple orgasms any time I was able to eat her pussy. It was something I became quite an aficionado about thanks to her helpful guidance.

Why didn't I ever take her to my place? Well, i think i have mentioned that I had recently been discharged from the Army didn't I. Well, as a typical PFC, I didn't have any savings, and I too was living at home with my parents again. I also had a younger sibling who was always home. She was also extremely nosy, and always trying to get up in my business. A closed or locked door just gave her an excuse to make more noise to attract more attention. You begin to see that such an arrangement was not conducive to a young man trying to give romantic administrations to a young lady. It was even harder to give lustful attentions to the young lady under these circumstances.

For whatever reason, this day I didn't park out in Timbuktu. I was fairly close to the building, which means a lot of people would be walking past my car after the end of the day. Well, we decided to meet in my car anyway. She wasn't wearing any panties under her sun dress this day. It had been a few days since our last bout of extra-curricular engagements, and we were both jonesing for a fix.

I'm two fingers in, three knuckles deep inside of her as she is writhing in my passenger seat. I'm not sure what prompted it, but we looked up to see that we had an audience. Being as familiar as I was with her orgasm, I knew she was extremely close to reaching her climax. Well, there was nothing for it but to finish. So, that's what I did, audience appreciation and all. If you don't think we weren't the talk of the area the next day, you don't understand how quickly gossip can spread.

Our relationship continued for a while. We never had sexual intercourse despite how hot and heavy we would get. Neither of us wanted kids at this point in our lives, so we just didn't take that chance. Eventually, I moved out of my parents house. The problem for our relationship was, I had started a new career as a firefighter/paramedic, and this job was in New York. I had moved more than 1,500 miles away. She wasn't willing to move with me. About a decade later, after being married, and having kids of my own (I now somewhat understand her father's dislike of me. It was more just the general "No one ia good enough for my daughter" feeling is my bet) Lorrie found me on MySpace and sent me a message. I replied, telling her a out my current circumstances in life. She never sent anything else. To this do, I often wonder why she contacted me if she didn't intend to actually talk, even just a little.

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