Fuck me.
It was two days until I started my period and I was so goddamn horny I was ready to screw the neighbor’s dog the next time it came into my yard to pee on the shrubs. Instead, after a long day at the office, I showered and slipped into my favorite over-sized shirt. Padding barefoot and bare-assed down the carpeted stairs, it was my plan to curl up in front of the television for an evening of watching X-rated videos and playing with a variable speed massager that I bought to treat a knee injury but ended up using as a vibrator. As my feet touched the floor of the entry hall, the doorbell rang. I watched a shadow cross the frosted sidelights and gave only fleeting thought to my state of near undress. Not expecting company, I went to the door to dispense of the salesman, missionary or whoever it was and get on with my masturbation marathon.
Cracking the door open, I braced it with my shoulder and peered out onto the porch. Bathed in the orange cast of a street lamp, a late-middle-aged man dressed in a dark wool top coat doffed his hat, cleared his throat and gestured to a light-colored sedan stopped at the end of my front walk. “Excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you, Miss, but both my tire and my spare are flat. I was going to call the auto club but I’m afraid my cell-phone battery is flat, too. May I use your phone?”
Looking past the man’s shoulder, I scanned the side of the car and found that the back tire on the passenger side was, indeed, flat. Considering whether I should let him in to use the phone or leave him standing on the porch while I made the call on his behalf, I glanced at his face only to find him staring at my chest. Barely buttoned to start with, when I opened the door, my blouse caught on the deadbolt latch and was pulled wide open, exposing most of my generous right breast. The lustful look on the stranger’s face as he stared at my bare nipple stirred me to make a split-second decision. He wasn’t the neighbor’s dog but he’d do. I stepped back, opened the door and invited him in.
As I pointed out the phone on the desk in the front hall, I covertly opened another button on my blouse then crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them higher. The fabric draped loosely, covering my now erect nipples but exposing considerable cleavage at the top and the fringe of my bush at the bottom. Speaking to an operator with the auto club, the stranger described the make, model and color of his car then turned to me. His eyes locked on my pussy as he stammered, “I’m – I’m sorry. What, um, what is the address here? They need it to – find – where – I am.”
I reeled off my house number and street, which the stranger repeated into the phone as his eyes wandered my body from tits to crotch and back.
“They want the phone number,” he said in a low, hoarse voice.
I repeated the number three times as the stranger stammered to the operator, swapping the order of numbers twice before finally getting it right. Hanging up the phone, he managed to meet my eyes. “The operator said it’ll be about 45 minutes before they can get here.”
“Well, come in then. Here, let me take your coat. You might as well make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?” Setting down his hat and slipping off the slate wool topcoat, the stranger shook his head.
“Are you into tits, then?” I asked, laying his coat across the back of the desk chair. Opening the last two buttons of my blouse and peeling it open like the pages of a book, I cocked my head and offered, “Want a taste?” As an added enticement, I shimmied my shoulders just enough to show off the supple jiggle and bounce of my firm breasts.
The gray-haired stranger watched my tits dance with a look of wary longing. He drew is lip over his lower teeth, running his tongue over it. His eyes roamed my naked body as they would a succulent buffet after a long period of starvation. “You want me play with your tits. Suck them?”
“Consider it in exchange for use of the phone.” I closed the space between us, allowing the stranger’s clean, manicured hands to brush across my breasts for the first time. “Feel me up. Don’t be shy. Put some heart into it.”
The stranger’s hands closed firmly over both my tits, playing with the soft flesh, weighing them, shaping and molding them. Hands still cold from the wintry night, he rubbed icy fingertips over my nipples sending bone-deep shudders through my sex-hungry body. Lowering his mouth, he teased my hard buds with the soft warmth of his lips. At last, he flicked each nipple with the tip of his tongue before closing one in his hot mouth and suckling sweetly, making me moan in sheer pleasure.
“Come into the living room, where we can be a little more comfortable," I coaxed, tugging the stranger by his deep blue, silk tie as I backed toward the dimly lit room. Lying down across the couch, I pulled the man with me, urging him to lie, fully-clothed along the length of my body. I basked in the weight of his body pressing me into the sofa cushions and guided his face back to my tits.
Starting at the outer margin of my left breast, the stranger began to lick my skin with long, fluid motions while he caressed me with his hands. He savored me as though I were a long-denied sugar treat, gently kneading and shaping my right breast at the same time he feasted on my left. Between the licks, he interspersed soft nibbles that finally culminated with his teeth closing with sharp pressure around my hard nipple, twisting first counter-clockwise then clockwise, again and again. The sensation shot a lightening bolt to my pussy. I gasped and mewled my appreciation for his technique.
Swapping sides, he repeated the process, moving his free hand down to dip into the wetness between my legs. This time, his fingers clamping down to pinch my aroused clit and other nipple accompanied the sharpness of his teeth closing around my nipple. Without warning, he pulled both my nipples and clit, rolling them between fingers and teeth, evoking a sweet pain that made me cry out, arching with pleasure as my juices flowed.
