The Drifter

Exhausted as I walked into the station, there was no mistaken that the
long bus ride had taken its toll. I dropped my leather duffle bag down
and started to stretch.

And then, there she was. As simple as that.

She stood before me in a baggy, bright red, Indiana University
sweatshirt. The flatlands. That's where I was. But there certainly
were no flatlands on the body before me. I could tell, even underneath
that baggy sweatshirt, lurked a curvaceous body and a chest to die
for. I felt her sexuality permeate all over my senses. I felt her
chest rise and fall...felt her nipples press against the thin, tight
t-shirt she wore underneath the sweatshirt. I felt her thighs squeeze
together as she, sans hands, rubbed herself to a minor orgasm against
her tight jeans. No panties. Her pubic hair pressing down between her
legs, neatly trimmed and shaved. The denim material riding up between
the crack of her perfectly round tush as she bent over. I felt all of
these things in a single moment. And in that moment, I allowed myself
to curse this thing some have called a "gift". But only for  a moment.

"May I help you?" a chirpy, cheerleading-type voice greeted me as I
stood up. Although she was more than a foot away from me, I could
still feel her nipples...her soft skin...the small of her back that
leads to her round end...the beads of wetness forming around her
pus.......

"Uh...no. I'm fine. Really." I smiled as I tried to ignore her
invisible sexual urgings straggling me. Her secret hunger was
overwhelming. And, because I was so tired from the bus trip, I
couldn't help but collasp into her arms. And once we touched, that was
all it took. Her fate was sealed. Or so I thought.



Sitting at a small, nearby cafe, my eyes burrowed deep into hers as
she sipped her expresso. She was a contradiction. She exuded white,
flowery sugar on the outside, but I knew better. Once we touched, I
saw it all. Saw her dark thirst. Her lust, her passions, her deep
desires and fantasies. She continued to smile at me, and for a brief
moment I actually thought she knew! Knew what was happening. Knew what
I was seeing beneath her that no one else around us could. And most of
all, she was welcoming it with open arms. Begging for more. And I was
helpless througn it all.

Sinking deeply into her eyes, I started to drown under the rush of her
erotic desires. And then I realized this was no accident. She NEEDED
this. She needed the release!

And so I went deeper. And suddenly everything went white!

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When everything came back to focus, I was standing in the middle of
some sort of living room. Flower wall paper encased me. I walked
through the next room and found her, but nothing I have ever
experienced was like this.

She was laying sideways on the couch before me. Legs spread wide in an
open "V" shape, she wore a stark white lingerie top, white stockings
and heels and nothing else. Her pussy smiled at me. On the couch, she
was reading a book. At least I think she was reading. In her other
hand, she craddled a long, flesh colored dildo cock. She was sucking
on it like a lollipop. I continued to watch in silence as she slowly
flipped a page as the real looking cock slid in and out of her mouth.
I couldn't help but smile as I secretly thought:

"I wonder how many licks it takes to get to the center???"

".......about time. What kept you? Was the bus trip that bad?"

"Huh?" I obliviously answered.

"O never mind. Just hurry up and come eat my pussy! I need it soooo
bad! And YOU KNOW IT!"

"Huh?" I repeated and then realized, I was standing before her, naked
with my cock raging hard before her! "O yeah! Yeah! I...I...I'm sorry.
Didn't mean..."

"Shut up and just eat me already, will you?" She laughed as I knelt
before her, but it was a wicked, vixen-type laugh. I obliged by
kneeling before her as she sat up right, spread her legs wide and
pushed them against her coffee table.

I gently pressed the insides of her knees and guided her legs out
wider...smelling her pussy as it opened its passage to me. I leaned
forward and licked her inner knee. She grabbed the back of my head and
squeezed my hair. In a zig-zag pattern, I licked up to her pussy and
clit. My fingers stretched her pussy lips farther apart still as I
pursed my lips together and blew lightly all over her clit. I felt her
shudder as she grabbed her top and yanked it down over her
catalope-sized breasts. Her nipples shot out in an attempt to escape
and she pinched them hard, prolonging her ectasy.

As my tongue pressed into her clit, and circled it hard and fast, my
free hand was busy exploring the crack of her ass, as she kept
thrusting her hips into my face.

My fingers ran up her crack as I slowly found her hole and slid two of
my dry fingers unto her. The pain of the tightness must have been
excruciating but she only laughed and said "DEEPER!" So, again, I
obliged. And finally, as my tongue was slithering deep into her pussy
and my three fingers were forcing their way into her ass again and
again...she shuddered and screamed. Her fingers, pinching each of her
nipples...HARD! She violently shook. Her eyes rolled back into her
head...her chin shot back...her breasts bounced against her chest
again and again.

And then.....

I tasted her sweet nectar as it flooded over my face. I labored
extensively, licking every drop up as her limp body allowed me to. I
finished her very last drop, and gave her clit one last tickle with my
tongue and then.....suddenly...I was back at the cafe, sitting before
her. Staring at her in all of her after-sex glow. She slumped back in
her chair, smiling at me. Then she winked, leaned forward and
whispered...

"I think it's time we go back to my place so I can taste that huge,
hard cock of yours deep in my mouth. Don't you think?"



Who was I to say "no"?