Elena Wythe twisted her wedding ring and pulled it slowly off. She always felt a tinge of sadness doing that before one of her encounters, for her husband, he was a good guy really. But he'd know who she was when they met. They'd know each other for years. She through her bag over her shoulder and marched in to the supermarket, her wavy black hair bouncing behind her. She is white but neatly tanned. She liked to keep herself looking good. Friends of hers who'd been married for five years or more had started to let themselves go, but Elena took good care of herself.
She walked up to a tall man in the produce isle and stood beside him, "These banana's aren't big enough," she said, the way they'd arranged online.
"I've got a few in my van out back if you'd like to take a look."
He walked away without saying another look.
Elena continued to shop for a few minutes, she didn't want to seem to eager.
She stood in front of the butcher block, fantasizing over sausages. The man had claimed to be be very large and had hinted that he had a friend she might meet who had a 12" penis. She was going to view today as an audition.
"Can I help you miss?"
She snapped back to earth when the butcher spoke to her.
"Oh, no, I was just looking at your meat." She hadn't meant to flirty; definitely not so cornily, but her mind was in the gutter. "Big boy," she added in a whisper, throwing caution to the wind.
The Butcher, leaned forward. "Well, little lady you can check out my meat anytime."
She looked at him. "I'm Sam," he said, apropos of nothing.
"Sam, if you have a break coming up I'll be in a van in back for a while with some friends. It's just a little party, but if you'd drop by, I'd love to see you."
She turned on her heels and walked away directly. Hiking her purse on her shoulder she walked directly out of the store and made a left,following the parking lot around. Passing her own blue sedan on the way around.
There was a black van with no back windows parked alone in the back parking lot. Elena walked toward it, standing up as tall as her 5'3" frame would let her, very high heels accentuating her legs pursing her lips slightly, wishing she'd worn bright red lipstick. She was so conscious of being watched, it was intoxicated. The van had California plates. She worried about that for a second, but when you're getting in to a van with a complete stranger whose real name you don't know you can't start sweating the details.
She knocked on the side door, and there was no response.
She could hear a little noise inside, she walked around back and knocked on the back door. It seemed like there might be some sex going on inside the van, it was creaking a little and there were little repetitive thumpings coming from inside.
She reached up and opened up the door herself.
The van was dark inside, the front of the storage area was blocked off from the driver's area allowing only a few shafts of light through.
But her internet friend was definitely in there and his dick was in his hand, he was stroking it slowly. It had to be about 10 inches long and circumcised, it stood tall.
She couldn't really make anything else out. She stepped in to the van and pulled the door shut behind her. Before even letting her eyes adjust, she knelt in front of the man.
"Let me do that hon."
She moved his hand from his dick and stroked it lightly. It was larger than her husband's and the biggest one she'd seen since she was married.
There was a little lube sill on his cock, but it wasn't enough to rub with, so she leaned in and licked all the way up the underside. It tasted like astroglide and a little bit of sweat. Elena Wythe could feel her pussy getting wet, just being alone in a van behind the supermarket with this stranger in the van turned her on to no end. She stretched her mouth over the head of his cock and took his balls in her hand. Slowly she relaxed her throat and worked up as much saliva as possible as she worked it all the way down in to her throat. She felt it squeezing her throat but was able to get it all the way in without gagging. Slowly she started moving up and down on his dick, encouraged on by his moans.
He started to buck his hips, fucking her face a little bit. She slurped and loved his cock. She felt a warmth in her and her already soaked cunt was already burning to be fucked.
He pushed forward and knocked her back on to the floor of the van. He stepped over her. And kneeled over her, placing his cock at her lips. She noticed that her lipstick was already obvious on him and she took him in happily. She had to hold still while he fucked her face his legs and ass rubbing over the top of her large C-cup breasts through her thin shirt. She hoped he'd noticed that she wasn't wearing panties under her black skirt.
"That's right, take that dick." He was whispering, but he was also screaming at her.
His dick felt so much bigger to her now, she wasn't in control at all and she coughed and choked a little. He pulled it half way out and she started to lick it.
