Girls have needs too, right? I know that I do. Sometimes what I need is down and dirty, no holds barred, roll-in-the-hay sex. Every so often something goes awry in my brain and I can't concentrate on anything until I satisfy my urges. Ninety-five percent of the time I'm a good girl. Five percent of the time I'm something else.
Last night the need arose and I followed its siren call. I followed it down the block to a basketball court/playground where I knew I'd find some willing victims. Men are so easy. A little leg, a touch of cleavage, a peek of pink pussy under a short skirt and they're willing to do anything for you, go anywhere with you.
I walked along the chain link fence that bordered the basketball court, looking at lithe bodies of chocolate, vanilla and caramel as though they were something I was planning to buy.
A likely looking subject approached where I stood, focused on a water bottle on a nearby bench. "Hey." I said, getting his attention.
Distracted by his game, he just nodded at first, then did a double take and turned his attention to me again. In that moment, I knew he was mine.
Despite teasing from the men he'd been playing with, he stayed to talk to me. What we talked about I really can't say. Stupid little icebreaking inconsequentials I assume. I made it clear what I wanted and he made it clear that he wanted it too. His buddies laughed at him as he left the court but he waved them off.
The park had a restroom at the far end, up against a thick stand of trees and away from most of the lights. Behind the restroom it was nice and dark. A good place for what I had in mind.
I had chosen my victim well. He was already primed and ready. I gave him a gloating, catlike smile and pushed him back against the wall, fondling the bulge in his shorts. My pussy throbbed with need but I wanted to play first.
I let him put his hands up my skirt while I put mine down his pants, fishing around until I found something worth grabbing onto. It felt pleasingly hard. I knew it would feel very good inside me and my pussy oozed moisture in agreement.
He wanted to fuck me right then and there but I pushed him against the wall again, enjoying the power of anticipation. His irritation gave way to contentment as I knelt before him and began tugging his shorts down.
"Nice," I purred in genuine appreciation of the erection in front of my face.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered.
I moaned as I took him into my mouth. I love sucking dick, especially when it belongs to a man whose name I don't know. I become drunk on the scent and taste of raw maleness and it arouses me, makes me thirsty for more.