It is best to read the first story in this series, The Guy is a Pervert to understand this story.
As I lay in bed in the morning knowing Stacy, Billy and her mom went on vacation without me, I let out a sigh.
I felt horny and no one was around to have sex with. I started touching my pussy, rubbing it, fingering it.
It felt more uh, shall I say looser than when I was a virgin. I am constantly horny and masturbate all the time.
My mind started wondering about the man in the alley. Did he go to jail? Does he still look for girls to expose himself to? I wondered what would have happened if Stacy didn't walk down the alley that day and I was able to let him fuck me as I had planned.
I'm glad I walked Stacy home and have lesbian sex with her for the first time. Then meeting and fucking her brother. I also enjoyed the sex and mom/daughter role-play I had with Stacy's mom.
As I plunge my fingers deep into my wet and sloppy pussy, I decided to find out if the old man in the alley is still around. But first to finish playing with my pussy and have an orgasm.
By the time I take a shower and get dressed, eat breakfast, and do the dishes it is already getting hot out. I leave the house around noon and walk toward the alley.
I wear a short skirt and no panties. A plain sleeveless top with no bra and flip-flops. I started to sweat with the humidity in the air and getting to the hottest part of the day. It was very sunny.
I turn into the alley and I start to get nervous. Why am I doing this I ask myself. I answer because you are a horny slut. Now I'm talking to myself. Great. Im going loney-tunes. I hear a lawn mower.
I get to his garage. There is a garbage can next to it. I climb on top of the garbage can, trying to avoid attracting attention and looking over the fence. I see him. I see him. He is mowing his lawn in his backyard. I wave, he doesn't see me.
I flail my arms for him to see me, almost falling off the garbage can I'm standing on. He happens to look up and see me. I wave and smile. He stops the mower and walks over. He is wearing blue jean shorts and a dirty white T-shirt.
I climb down from the garbage can, trying to look nice, even tho I'm sweating like a pig.
He opens the gate looking at me with confusion. After a moment he speaks, "What can I do for you young lady?"
I knew his name from the police encounter. It was Glenn Woody. I say, "Mr. Woody, do you remember me?" biting my lower lip trying to look cute. He nods yes. "Do you remember what I did to you?", I ask.
Another nod yes, looking around. I push past him and enter his backyard. The gate closes, and I turn and face him. I get bold and say, "Well, I'm super horny Mr. Woody, and did not know where to go." I smile.
He looks dumbfounded. His mouth is open. I'm sure he wants to fuck the shit out of me, but maybe scared to get caught by the police again or something. I'm surprised that I said such a thing. I would never dare to say anything like it a couple of months back when I first met him in the alley.
I'm bolder now and go for what I want. What I want now is cock. His cock.
I get up close and whisper in his ear, "Ya know I thought about you all day at school that one day you got taken away by the police." He nods with understanding. I continue, "I wanted you to fuck me and take my virginity." He takes a step back in awe looking at me. I giggle.
I turn around and walk into his yard. It's nice, the grass is half-cut, and he has a garden and a picnic table in the middle of his yard. I walk up to the picnic table and turn around facing him as he follows me.
I ask," Do you still have my dirty panties?" He replies, "Yes, but the smell isn't there anymore."
I slid my butt on the edge of the picnic table. I scoot back. If he crouched down he could probably see that I'm not wearing any panties.
I explain," Remember the girl you showed your cock to and she turned you in?" He nods yes and looks down to the ground.
I continue, "Well, I walked her home. She was so upset. So upset that she kissed me."
"Oh," he inquires. I say, "Yeah, she kissed me and then she licked my pussy." I lick my lips and bite my lower lip. Leaning back, putting my feet on the end of the picnic table, spreading my legs, and lifting my skirt, I ask, "Do you want to lick my pussy, Mr. Woody?"
He put one hand on each of my knees. It looked like he was drooling. My pussy lips were in the sun for the first time. My pussy juices glistened off the sunshine. It felt warm.
He lowered himself between my legs. I felt his lips on my lips, kissing them. I think he was savoring the taste. Then I felt him lick my lips with his tongue. I Moan.
I can't believe I'm in the middle of his yard outside getting my pussy licked by an old man. I look around to see if anyone was looking. I didn't see anyone. I felt so vulnerable out in the open, but also the thrill of it. I moan again.