The Cotton Candy Cart

He was the guy I saw working on the ride as we stopped by the cart for cotton candy. We made brief eye contact then. Being in a cheery mood, I smiled at him, though he didn't seem much interested in smiling back.

Glancing at my phone, I saw it was nearly ten thirty in the evening when I told my daughter to take her kids and to go on ahead to the midway, as I needed to use the ladies' room we passed a little ways back.

Backtracking, I walked around behind the fun house to where the bathroom building was located, As I made my way, I happened to catch a glimpse of that guy again in the shadows, having a smoke. I stopped for a moment and looked at him. He was tall and lean, rather scruffy-looking in his dirty jeans and t-shirt. As deprived as I was of cock I couldn't help my thoughts from wondering, but as usual, I suppressed my desires as I again made my way to the restroom.

As I walked in, I turned my head briefly to look back again one last time, not sure why. As I walked past him, he saw me walking towards the ladies restroom, and he watched from his shadowy hideout. We made eye contact as I turned my head in his direction, he smiled at me with a rather devious grin. As I disappeared through the doorway, I caught myself grinning back.

As I sat to pee, I couldn't help but fixate on him, and I felt myself ache a bit. I thought about him as I gently patted myself dry, I felt tender and tingly. I even considered that if he was still there, I would say hi and maybe even talk to him. It would be such a daring thing for me to do as a married grandmother. And something I have never done before, not since before I got married so many years ago. But I could feel my desires begging me to take a chance and see if I could get him to talk to me.

As I walked out, I didn't see him initially, so I just assumed I missed the opportunity and continued on my way, but as I strolled back out to the thoroughfare, I saw him further behind the funhouse, almost out of sight, certainly out of sight of almost everyone else. He was hidden in the dark and the slight glow of the funhouse lights as he puffed on his cigarette.

When I stopped suddenly to look at him, he saw me as well. Caught, I smile again, and he discreetly waves me over to him. I look around as I hesitantly consider his invitation. Then, I cautiously look around for my daughter and young grandchildren.

I discreetly step into the shadows and slowly walk towards him. As I venture deeper into the funhouse-restricted area, I see him waiting near several stacked pallets and equipment.

As I step up near him, we greet each other casually, and then the awkwardness ensues. I knew I was way out of my element, and I was definitely feeling very anxious and nervous, but I couldn't tell if he was, and I didn't want to turn around in fear and leave just yet.

As we stand there, I look around casually and see that we are fairly well hidden from the view of the crowds as they milled about around us. It didn't exactly make me feel any safer, but I stood my ground in hopes that I could talk to him a bit. I'm not sure what it was, but I was very drawn to him at that moment. Hearing the laughter and sounds of the carnival all around made things all so very daring and exciting, as no one knew we were even there.

All I could think was, "What am I doing, and what am I expecting to happen here?" It was all very thrilling and daring. I knew I was surely doing something I might regret and would definitely deny to my grave.

I almost walked away in a rush, feeling totally exhilarated and amazed that I had taken such a lurid chance to sneak around to talk to some guy. But then he reached out and touched my arm, getting my attention, and I looked at him a little surprised.

He smiled, and I didn't resist him as he continued to coax me back behind some large crates. He stepped up to me as he placed his hands on my hips to guide me. I let him, and I immediately became flush with arousal and nervous excitement. He stood very near to me as we made small talk and mused about what might happen. I let him in even closer as he attempted to kiss me. It was nice, and I let him continue, even as I was having second thoughts about being back there with him. I was afraid I would hear my daughter's voice calling for me at any moment. But I kissed him back as I let it all happen.

In a completely out-of-body experience, I reached out and cupped him with my right hand; he was very hard, and I felt him flex as I tugged at him. He looked me in the eyes as I squeezed him and massaged; it was then that he pulled my blouse up and swiftly pulled my bra over my breasts. He leaned in to suck at them before I could even resist him. It was all happening so very fast, and before I knew it, I was holding him by the hip as I frantically groped his hard dick in his jeans.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I looked down at him as he sucked at my tits. I'm just barely five-foot-seven and with a grandma's body, yet still pleasantly girly and curvy. He must have been in his late forties and obviously very horny, I thought, as my head tilted back as he sucked my swollen nipples. I could hardly believe that at fifty-eight, I was still desirable enough to elicit such an eager response from a man. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we groped each other.

I swooned as my knees buckled a little at the sensation of his warm mouth on my tits, I could hardly catch my breath. I started to grab and pull at his belt buckle and zipper. I could feel my urgency take over; I wanted him inside of me desperately.

Then, he suddenly pulls my hair, and my head tilts back as he starts to suck on my neck and ear. Before I knew it, he had his pants down around his ankles, and I had him in my hand, pulling at him roughly. "Turn around," he said. I complied in a giddy excitement, moaning as his hands roamed over me. I felt him dig into my waistband as he slid my pants down to my knees. The warm summer air felt insane on my bare flesh. His strong hands twisted my hips and massaged them as he lined himself up to my aching pussy.

"So, you want to get fucked do ya..." he said as he manhandled me. I didn't even have the sense to respond, nor the time. I barely whimpered and moaned as I let him do what he wanted to me. It was all a passing thought as he pushed me to lean forward over a crate-marked funhouse.

As I rested myself on my forearms, I felt his hands caress my ass as he peeled me open, the sudden warmth of his hard dick as it pressed against me felt electric. No words were really needed up to this point, and I braced myself to be fucked by him. The next thing I remember was the animalistic grunting and moaning that filled the air around us as he pounded himself into me.

I felt oh so sloppy and wet as he pressed at my pussy with his hard cock. I groaned deeply in pleasure as his large cock forced its way into me so deep with each stroke. I started to cum instantly I was so insanely horny. The whole scene was straight out of some porn video. I felt my pussy contract wildly around his thick shaft as he slid in and out with hard deep thrusts in rapid succession. His cock was much thicker than my husband's and at least an inch longer, this stranger was using me, fucking me, and I didn't even consider stopping him. As I pushed and humped myself back into him, I could hardly form my thoughts; I could barely catch my breath. I guess I wanted this more desperately than I had realized.

"Aaah, yes, fuck me," I whimpered breathlessly I reached back to pull at his hips and thighs.

As he grips and pulls me by the hips, I feel his manly strength. He pulls me backward into him aggressively. I close my eyes as I am rocked by his frantic humping, his grunts and moans fill my ears. Again the sounds of the carnival are all around us, filling the air with sound, masking our noises as we fuck like animals in heat. I feel my body tremble as I cum nonstop, his cock hits me deeply, and I contract around him tightly.

In a moment of clarity, I suddenly became aware of him as he fucked himself into me. "I'm being fucked by a carnival worker," I say to myself in my head as we are hidden in the shadows of a funhouse ride, I start to panic a little and pull my hips forward from him. As his dick falls out of me momentarily, I feel a sense of regret as he jabs at me, searching for my gaping hole. Then he drives into me fully and pounds at my cervix as he punches into me again. I bear down on him as my cunt aches for more. To my surprise, I reach back with my free hand and pull at him to screw me harder as I moan in pleasure. It was a moment of panic that soon faded as I clinched around his big dick.

"Just cum in me," I beg of him as he bucks like a hound into my body beastly.

I suddenly feel him hunch over my back, pinning me to the crate. I'm unable to squirm away as his breathing becomes locomotive, and he drives into me at full strength again and again. He burrows himself into me as he holds me firmly under him, unable to prevent him from dumping his load into me.

And then it happens, I feel that incredible warmth fill me as he shoots ribbons of thick warm cum into my married pussy. I clench my teeth as I scream in ecstasy, both begging for it and regretting every spurt of semen as I feel it shoot into me. I bare down on him as my cunt rapidly contracts around his thick shaft while I cum in response. I close my eyes as my body quakes and shudders with each orgasmic wave, I hear my husband's voice in my head as I gasp for my breath.

"Oh fuck, did I just let him cum in me?" I sob a mournful sigh as I calm myself under him.

As I felt his chest rise and fall on my back, he resumed his fucking of me as his cum seeped out of me and onto the ground with each slow and deep thrust. I hold onto the edge of that crate desperately, keeping myself steady, and I push back into him as best I can, trying to get as much of him inside of me as possible. The both of us dreading the end as he slowly softened.

As this carnival worker lays over my back, I feel his chest rise and fall with heavy breathing. Then, when he had pulled himself out of my pussy I turned around to look at him, and I watched his cock wagging between his thighs, half limp. I instinctively wrap my arms around him as he barely kisses me half-heartedly, having just used me the way he did. It was a bit awkward.

At that moment, I understood, and I let him step back. I realized what I had let him do to me, and I bent over to pull up my pants in a mad rush to conceal my nudity after our desperate anonymous act of fucking and breeding.

As I straightened myself up, I felt very sluty after what I had just done with a complete stranger. A little self-conscious but also very thrilled and excited. Strangely, I felt gratified that I had made him fuck me and cum in me so aggressively, I felt powerful having forced him to lose control like that. My head was spinning with many irrational thoughts as I stood there, unsure what would come next.

"Names Rick," he says, I just smile awkwardly, trying to get myself back together. He thanked me in a rather lukewarm tone as he showed me where to merge back out into the crowds after we dressed.

As I watch him fade away into the crowd of people, I can feel my panties soak in his warm semen and my juices. My pussy ached sensitively and tenderly as I made my way through to the midway and my family.

After my first experience with another man, I felt compelled by the event to test the limits of my daring. I did it with a lustfully energetic vigor, as I had never in my life experienced such a rush of sexual vitality and euphoria being so reckless and daring.

One could say I was hooked the moment I felt what it was like, to let a stranger cum in my mature grandma's pussy. I soon discovered my willingness to explore would prove to be narcotic.

It's now been several weeks since my encounter at the carnival. I have attempted, unsuccessfully yet, to repeat my adventure while being as discrete as possible. My indecent desires remain untamed. Nevertheless, I have discovered there's a potential trove of horny men eager to play their role in a straying old wife's horny endeavors.

To those who would paint me a whore or a slut I say, "Yes," I have embraced my inner self. I have lived my life for others, and now I am living for me. Considering my dual life of wife and slut, I have become ever more attentive to the one man who has always held my love. Though he hasn't yet discovered my indiscretion, he is benefiting from my new perspective. And, as of late hasn't complained about or questioned my new attitude.