“You seem pleased to see me,” Gayle said, hopping in the passenger door I held open for her. Was it just my imagination, or did her fingers trace the shape of my semi-stiff cock through my pants on purpose as she steadied herself?
“Were you waiting long?” Gayle asked in her cheeriest tone.
‘Be careful. You could fall in love with this girl,’ I cautioned myself. ‘Or worse, she could fall in love with you and follow you home. There is no way the wife would let you keep her. Though I bet she doesn’t eat much, she’s so slim. Except her boobs.’
Suddenly, I was grinning. I had been nervous about returning to the grocery store to pick up Gayle, the buxom blonde clerk whose virginity had just been shared with me in the staffroom. As Gayle suggested, I took my groceries home. My wayward wife was not about, so no excuses were necessary to go back out. Not that she would care, other than maybe wanting to share. Sitting in the car outside the store, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, thoughts of the risk of discovery conflicted with the urge that encouraged my cock to swell even though Gayle had fucked me to a massive orgasm only hours before. ‘Not bad for a forty plus guy,’ I congratulated myself.
My cock was fully recharged from our earlier adventures because as I waited I had run through a whole fantasy in my head. I imagined taking Gayle to Riverside Road, pulling off in a little meadow which during the day was a favoured picnic spot, but at night might be deserted. Would she be shy and tentative, climbing reluctantly out of the car into the back seat? Would she be a tigress, attacking my mouth with her lips, guiding my hands to her flesh, forcing me forward right there astride the front passenger seat? I settled on the nervous version, perhaps because I did not fancy the awkwardness of engineering cunnilingus in a bucket seat. Spreading a blanket on the ground might seem romantic, but the plush leather of the neck seat would be more comfortable for Gayle. I would kiss her wildly first, to encourage her to move there, whispering kind words. We would make out like teenagers in the front. Her shirt would be unbuttoned, her pale skin roughed up by my whiskers. Her pants would be undone, her bra unclasped. She would hurry into the back of the car. She would quickly lift her hips, allowing me to pull her pants down. Perhaps we would pause to share a laugh about my butt sticking out the car into the moonlight. Then I would taste her. I had eaten many women over the years but it was at least twenty years since I had licked a fresh inexperienced teen. I knew from our earlier fucking that her pussy and clit were sensitive. She would come quickly if she got past her nervousness. Would she let me bite her clit? Or should I just roll it on my tongue and bounce it like a rubber ball? Mostly though I was curious how she would taste. Would she be fresh and dewy, like a spring morning? In my dream, I thought so, conveniently ignoring the likelihood she would smell of stale sex.
That thought had interrupted my reverie, drawing me back to reality. I had time to take about a dozen deep calming breathes before the staff door opened. The first few people out were the butcher and the baker. “Who’s next, the candle stick maker?” I wondered.
My nervousness had started afresh as soon as I saw Gayle bouncing out of the door. She had taken a moment to change out of her starchy white dress work shirt. The cool spring air caused her sensitive nipples to strain against her yellow bra, almost piercing the clingy crop top she now wore. Not even a celibate would manage to look anywhere but Gayle’s outstanding jiggling rack. Although I had seen Gayle’s naked body, the clothing actually made her sexier. Her youthful energy, the fluid motion and bouncy step, all combined to take my breath away. ‘That would make even an eighty year old hard,’ I said aloud to myself, finally taking in Gayle’s flowing hair, released from the work friendly pony tail, flowing in the breeze.
Had I really deflowered this lusty virgin, just hours before, or had it all been just a fantasy? My hard wood was inconsistent with the reality of our earlier passion.
The quick recovery of my function was a tribute to Gayle’s appeal. Men my age weren’t supposed to have rock hard erections a couple of hours after drilling the virginity of high school girls while they were on their break from moon lighting as grocery clerks. The game plan now was supposed to be parking and long slow oral sex, me giving to Gayle in appreciation of her customer service skills. My rapid recovery could prompt adjustments to that plan.
I jumped out of the car to go around and open the passenger door for her. Gayle’s fresh scent combined the perfume of jasmine with a hint of talc. As she took care to slowly brush her nipples across my chest on the way past, she noticed me inhaling deeply. “Well, I couldn’t let everybody smell my sex hormones, could I? I mean, I don’t fuck just anybody. In fact, before tonight I hadn’t fucked anybody.”
“No, but I’m sure they all want you, even when you don’t have that ‘just fucked’ odour.”
Gayle giggled. “I must have had that ‘just fucked’ glow. My girl friend who was at the next till wanted to know if I had a fun break, and the produce manager rubbed against my bum when he came by on a price check. I think my supervisor must have heard what we were doing.”
As she spoke of this, Gayle’s breathing was slowing almost to a pant. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She leaned into me, pressing her body against mine, her tits drilling into my ribs. “Oh, I can feel something stirring against my belly, I guess you like the idea of someone else knowing.”
“I don’t want you in any trouble.” By which I meant I was hot for her eighteen year old body, and enjoyed her enthusiasm, but I didn’t want any trouble coming back to haunt me. Suddenly, the enormity of the risk I was taking threatened to lessen the enormity of my erection. Before I was able to sort through the options, Gayle hit me with another curve. As she rubbed my member through my pants, she said, “I phoned my Mom to tell her I didn’t need a ride home. So she said she might as well go to bingo. I think that really means she’s gone somewhere with Neil from next door or some other guy. Anyway, my house will be empty for hours. Daddy is out of town. So, can we go there? It would be a lot more comfy than the back seat of your car and I do want my second first time to be nice.”
It was really about to be her third first time of the night because although she had given hand jobs to her boyfriends, she had never done a blow job, or had sex, or received oral sex. I guessed she wasn’t counting the partial hummer I had received, since we had stopped short to allow for a quick deflowering during her break. The remaining ‘first’ I owed her was me going down on her.
So I agreed her house would be fine. She already told me she wanted the oral sex to last at least an hour. Her Mom had instructed her that it took at least that long to be done right. Gayle might be a lusty beginner, but she had a mind of her own.
Gayle instructed me to drop her at the corner, and, after pointing out the back way to her house, pointed me to a parking spot on a side street.
A few minutes later, I walked through her backyard. Cautious of neighbours, I strolled casually across her deck, avoiding any sense of creeping through the bushes. As that image flashed through my brain, I realized the Peeping Tom role play could be a major turn on. My cock shifted itself within my pants, announcing its interest in the situation.
My imagination was not wasted. Gayle had silhouetted herself, in a dark room with a single light behind her. The corona this created surrounded her, detailing her shape and actions, but hiding her face and flesh tones. She obviously had been waiting for me. In perfect time with music only she could hear, Gayle shimmied her hips. This caused her generous rack to quiver, restrained by her tiny shirt. Her long hair flowed around her shoulders as she moved.
I stood still, watching from Gayle’s deck. Excitement got the better of caution. Within moments, rubbing my hardness through my pants soon was not enough. I needed more relief. I extracted my cock out of my fly, stroking the shaft in the cool spring air as I watched Gayle hook her fingers under the edges of her shirt and slowly lift it. She paused as it reached the level of her breasts. Perhaps it was odd that this tease had such an effect, given that I had seen her almost nude hours before.
Gayle continued rolling her hips belly dancer style as the shirt popped free of her tits. In the shadow dance I was unsure whether I saw her stiff nipples or was just recalling how she had looked offering them to my lips in the staff room at the store. Her bra was shed with no wasted time or effort. She spun around as her boobs surged free of restraint, her hands cupping the mounds. She shook her bootie, thrusting her hips and titling her pelvis towards where I watched.
Suddenly, I was awash in light. Standing there on Gayle’s deck, my cock in my hand, it took me a second to realize they had a motion detector yard light. Inside the house, I saw Gayle’s shimmying dissolve into gut busting laughter. I must really have been a sight.
A moment later, Gayle, still laughing, appeared at the sliding door leading from the deck to the house. As she opened the door, I heard sensuous Arabic music playing softly. Gayle giggled, standing there with her arms tight against her freely swinging breasts.” Quickly, I don’t need to give all the neighbours a free show,” she whispered.
“Just a select few?”
Gayle blushed so deeply it was obvious even in the dimmed lighting. “Another time,” she replied, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. It was not what I expected. Most patio doors open off a kitchen or living room. Instead, I was inside a bedroom dominated by a massive king size four poster bed, complimented by equally colossal dressers and night tables. The lamps were swags, matching the black and red shag carpeting for tackiness.
“Tell me this isn’t your room,” I said. Gayle was done laughing though. She swung me, not releasing my arm. Throwing me onto the overstuffed mattress as she used her other hand to slide the door shut. As she paused momentarily to catch her breath, I followed to look where she was staring. Now it was my turn to laugh, seeing my cock standing proud sticking out of my pants. Gayle began giggling again, girlishly covering her sweet little mouth. After a moment she got under control. Silently, she unbuckled the clasp on the waist of her pants. Hooking a thumb in each side, she swiftly stepped out of the pants. Her tiny panties were soaked.
“This is Mommy’s room, you silly man. But I can’t wait until we get to my room to taste that extra treat you brought me.”
Gayle dove on top of me. Her thighs clutching my waist. My cock nestled her ass cheeks. She bounced playfully. Leaning back, her nipples pointed towards the ceiling. Built into the canopy of the bed was a mirror.
“I told you Mommy likes to play,” Gayle said, reaching back to deftly untie the bows holding the sheer walls of the canopy. We were totally enclosed. My hardness slid between the curves of her buttocks, only the wet fabric of her panties guarding her virgin ass.
