"Jerk! I am flushing him down the toilet!"
I am talking about my boyfriend, or should I say ex-boyfriend of 7 months. I am so mad that I won't even use his name. My name is Serena. I'm 24 years old; blonde; 5 feet, 6 inches; 148 pounds; and most people feel I have a great looking body, although I think I could lose a few pounds here and there. I am passionate about CrossFit, so I feel I am in pretty good physical shape.
I dropped-in on the "Jerk" on my way back from an after-work party. Things were getting heated between some co-workers at the party and it was making me horny, so all I could think about was my boyfriend and a lively night together.
When I entered his apartment, I heard moaning and a rhythmic thumping noise in the bedroom. As I stood in the bedroom doorway, I saw the "Jerk" with his huge cock ramming a red-haired pussy, doggie-style. She is grabbing the sheets with both hands like she was hanging on for her life, with her moans getting louder and more frequent. He was getting a real workout going in and out with a ferocity that I never remembered he did with me. Just as the sounds start getting real loud, he pulls out and ejects a few massive loads of cum on her back. He once told me he does this with women, because then they won't get pregnant. Good luck with that, if she isn't on birth control. He then turns around and looks straight at me.
"Hey, Rena. I heard you there. Did you enjoy what you saw?" Then without waiting for an answer said, "Why don't you come join us? I would love to see your pussy licked by another woman before I put my joystick in it."
I am standing there aghast. I have only had monogamous relationships in my life and never had another woman touch me sexually. I am appalled and insulted by the suggestion, then I notice the red-head looking at me was Jo. Jo was, until now, one of my best friends since high school. Jo looks at me with a smile and says, "Yeah, Rena, I would love to have you join us."
I stormed out of the place and got into my car to drove back to my apartment. Halfway there, my car broke down in one of the worst snowstorms in the history of the Northeast. It is 9 pm, nobody is on the road, and it is snowing like a banshee. They're predicting 4 to 6 feet of snow in less than 12 hours. I cannot connect to the auto club or my boyfriend on my cell phone (yes, I was that desperate). Then, as I am looking under the hood of my car, freezing to death, and trying to figure out what could be wrong, a set of headlights appear behind my car. A man who was the age of my father steps out and comes over.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"No, I am not. The check engine light came on and the motor started chugging. I barely made it over to the side of the road. I can't reach anyone on my cell phone and I don't know what I am looking for under the hood of my car."
"Well, we are in a bit of a cell phone dead zone here. Look, you can't leave your car here. The roads are officially closed, and if a plow comes by, it will either hit your snow-covered car or bury it under a pile of snow. My condo is right here. The entrance is about 20 yards ahead. Why don't I push you with my car? Take the first open parking spot in the complex and we'll go into my unit and you can use my landline. By the way, my name is Dan."
"Hi Dan, my name is Serena. I really appreciate your help."
We get the car into a parking space and enter Dan's condo, after shaking off all the snow on our clothes. Dan give me the cordless landline handset and I call the auto club. They tell me they can't come out until tomorrow because of the conditions, and to call back then. I call my boyfriend and he says, "Hey, I can't come out. Have you seen how bad it is out there? Besides, after flying out of here with a few choice words coming out of your mouth, I figure you can reap what you sow, baby." And then hangs up. "Jerk," I yell out loud. Dan is looking at me questioningly. I then tell Dan what transpired on the phone.
"Well, what the auto club said doesn't surprise me. However, your boyfriend is a real asshole."
"Yeah," I smiled, "He has been swirling around the bowl for a while, but now he is getting fully flushed."
"Well, you are welcome to spend the night here. As you can see, I only have a loveseat and both of us are too tall to sleep on it. But I do have a king-size bed, and you could sleep under the covers, and I could sleep on my side on top of the covers in sweats, so there is a barrier."
It is then that I notice that once all the heavy winter garb is gone, Dan is really a pretty good-looking guy for someone his age. He is about 6 feet 2 inches tall, has green eyes and brown hair peppered with grey, and large hands. He has a wonderful smile and appears buff, untypical of someone his age. He must apparently work out.
I reply. "Sounds good, but you really don't have to go to such lengths. Even though I barely know you, I trust you will keep to your side of the bed. Besides, we both consenting adults, so if something happens, it happens." (Did I really say that???)
Dan smiles. "Well, my daughter is about 15 years older than you. I doubt anything is going to happen. Besides, I wouldn't be a good host if I took advantage of a beautiful young woman in distress. Why don't you get out of those wet clothes, and take a shower? You can use my bathrobe and I have a pair of my ex-wife's panties here somewhere that you can use. They might be a bit big, but they should be OK. I have a washer and dryer, so we can get your clothes all clean and dry for tomorrow."
I did just that, thinking about Dan the whole time I was in the shower. I wondered what kind of lover he might be, and fantasized about it. I got out, blushed not only from the hot water but also my hot thoughts. Dan then took a shower and came out in baggy sweatpants and a sweat shirt. I tried to visualize what he might look like naked in the shower the whole time he was in there.
He then started the washing machine with our clothes. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured some for both of us, while we sat around the dining room table, talking about our lives, likes and dislikes, families. Dan was a great listener, and had a great sense of humor. I was really enjoying our conversation.
The wine was good, although it had a slight peculiar chemical taste. I assume it was a cheaper wine. I was half way through my second glass about 30 minutes after we started talking, when I started getting real horny. Within a few minutes, my nipples were getting hard, and I was getting real wet down below. As we talked, I was getting hornier and hornier, such that I could only think about satisfying my sex crave. Without Dan seeing, I casually put my hand below the table and felt my "borrowed" panties and they were dripping wet.
Dan stood up to put the clothes in the dryer, and when he did so, I noticed his pole stretching his sweatpants like a circus tent. He must have noticed that I was staring at his pants the whole time, probably with a wanting-look on my face. He sat down, but put his chair away from the table so I could still see his massive member poking at his sweatpants.
He smiled. "You know, you have to be pretty wet. I can smell your juices all the way over here, and it is giving me a massive hard-on."
