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graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between

underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may

contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that

could be highly offensive to almost every reader.

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The Meeting

By the Crabby Old Man (MF)

It was a hot southwestern day. I know the locals always say “but it’s a dry heat.” Which may be true, but so is an oven and I don’t want to put my head in there. I pulled into the little sandwich shops parking lot and found a spot at the very back. I had been here a few times, they made good sandwiches. That was the only thing on the menu, so they were good at them, not like it was too hard to get a sandwich right.

I went inside the blast of super cooled refrigerated air blasting me in the face as I walked in. There were only a few tables in the small store; I made my way to the one at the back. I stopped and put my hat and news paper on the table to reserve it; I went back up to the counter and ordered a large ice tea. As the guy be hind the counter was contemplating how to work the cup dispenser, she walked in.

She was the picture of beauty to me. Her auburn hair was short and bouncy, I guess perky is the right word for it. Her hair fluttered as the AC hit her. A big smile grew on her face. She had one of those smiles that took up her entire face, her eyes twinkled her color brightened, and her teeth lit up the room. She was wearing a small strapped tee shirt, scooped neck line. And as she paused in the stream of blowing air, her nipples rose up just a bit as if to assure any one who was looking that in fact they were THAT firm and she did not need a bra to hold them up for her. She had on a short skirt, not really a miniskirt, but well above the knees. It was a light fabric wrap around type, and from the light streaming in from the windows you could see the out line of her long sexy legs. Below the skirt her legs were bare, smooth and tanned. She wore simple sandals that had no heel at all.

I felt a movement behind me and turned to pick up my ice tea from the pimple faced kid. I turned and once again faced the young lady, winked and walked to the back table again. She stopped and ordered a diet soda from the pimple faced kid. As she was standing there, she teased him leaning forward so he could see down the front of her shirt. He swallowed hard, his eyes about to pop out of his head. A blushing that you could see from the part in his greasy hair across his whole face, down his neck and even down his bare arms to his fingers. He over filled the drink, then pulling it away form the soda machine; spilled all the rest of it. She giggled like a young cheer leader would to tease her math teacher. She softly told him that was ok and to bring her drink to her. Licking her lips seductively, and that twinkle in her eyes. She turned on her heals and walked back to my table.

I rose as she got close, “hello, Linda you look lovely, as always.” As I opened my arms to give her a polite hug, she pushed into my body. Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. As I moved to return the symbol of a chaste relationship, she moved her face rapidly and caught my lips with hers. I swear I could feel her pulse rate throbbing in her hot, wet lips. Or was it my heart that was doing that?

She slid past pressing her wonderfully tight ass into the bulge that how magically appeared in the front of my pants. She paused and pushes back ever so slightly, rotating her hips a bit. . . I moan quietly then take a deep breath of air. As she slides into the booth her skit rides up higher, showing me more of her thigh. I know that my eyes were bugging out of my head. . but like a moth drawn to its death in the flame of a candle, I could not look away. Her thigh was so muscular, so smooth, and a perfect tan. She giggled and broke my trance, and she asked if I were going to stand there and stare at her leg all day or if I would like to join her at the table. I laughed and slid in next to her.

The guy from the counter came over. Standing next to the table he cleared his throat. I turned to look at him and almost laughed out loud, his cock was tenting out his baggy pants. When he leaned over to pass her drink to her, his balls and cock came to rest on the table. She reached out and held his hand. Running her thumb across the back of the web between thumb and hand. I looked up to him and saw his unblinking stare.

Following the line of site down, he was looking right down the neck of her shirt. She had leaned forward just a bit more and her shirt had gaped open giving him the perfect view. His face grew redder as he gasped for air, one, two, three times. The he held his breath. Then, as if he suddenly realized where he was, he stood up quick and turned to go. But before he got turned all the way around, I saw a big wet spot spreading across the front of his pants. As he was walking away I nudged her and whispered, “He is a BIG fan of yours now”.

We talked like long time friends; no one from the outside could tell that we were anything more then that. But inside me, that was a VERY different story. Every sense that I had was at full strength. I could smell her breath as she exhaled, her mint mouth wash. I could smell her shampoo, a nice floral smell with a touch of coconut. The hairs on my arms were all standing and could feel the air movement as she made gestures with her hand as she talked. I watched her face, noticing the change of her eyes as her attention would be drawn to the front of the little shop, her pupils shrinking or dilating as the light changed. I could see little patches of flush on her cheeks. I watched the mesmerizing movement of her chest, watching her breast rise and fall.

I was so tuned into all these feelings; I almost jumped out of my skin when something moved up the inside of my pant leg. I looked down under the table to see that she had removed her sandals and was running her bare foot up and down my leg. As her foot came out of my pants leg, I could see her panted toes. Then as it disappeared under the leg of my pants again, the softness of her foot on the hairs of my leg. As if I weren’t excited enough already..

She leaned in close to me as if she were going to tell me a secret, closer and closer to my ear. Then she stuck her tongue out and licked around my ear. It was then it dawned that she was trying to kill me, trying to get my blood pressure up so high that my heart would explode. She blew a light breath across my now wet ear and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

I rose up right away and took her hand and led her to the door. We walked out in the parking lot. She pulled me toward her car. I told her that I could just follow her, not knowing what she had planned really. She put her back against her SUV and pulled me in for one of the most heated kisses of all times. As her tongue found mine and the two started to wrestle, he right leg rose up and wrapped around my hips, pulling me even closer to her. When we broke apart, both out of breathe, she said “no you will ride with me, and I will take you to places you have never dreamed of going.” I replied “ok that sounds fine with me.” With just a hint of a laugh in my voice. Her leg pulled me in to her tighter, and with a twinkle of mischievous in her eye she said, “You will call me madam or ma’am when you talk to me this afternoon; understand?” “Yes” was my reply, which got me a slap on the ass. As her words sunk in to my brain I tried again, “Yes ma’am.” She opened the passenger door and I got in.

As she slipped in behind the wheel, her skirt slid up again, showing those wonderful legs.

She laughed noticing where I was staring, and shifted a bit, putting her hand on the bottom of her skirt. I figured she was going to pull it down, but she surprised me by pushing it up higher. I could see all the way to her hip now. She stared the car and we drove off. I don’t remember much of the drive, how many lights we passed how many right turns. I was so mesmerized by her legs. As she drove she spread them and put her hand between them. Slowly her hand would move up and down. When I got in the car the smell of must filled my nostrils that fragrance was getting stronger. It was not a musk air freshener like I had first thought, it was her heated musk.

She pulled into a park some where up by the foot hills, and parked way in the back. She reached into the back seat and brought up one of the portable DVD players. She turned it on and pressed PLAY. My attention was drawn between her legs, how now obviously aroused nipples, and half way what she was doing with the DVD player. She skipped all the intro stuff on the movie and then placed it on the dash. A full on porno move opened up with two girls sitting on a couch, one showing the other a strap on dildo. I thought to my self, “Gee I bet I know where this movie is going.”

She had now spread her legs wide open and pushed her off white, lace and silk, thing to the side. Her bare pussy reflected the sun light with the moisture that it had produced. I tried to readjust my self, finding the position that I was sitting putting too much pressure on my stiff cock. She giggled softly and in a low voice filled with lust said; “take it out and rub it.” It was not a demand or order, more like a statement that she knew what I wanted to do. She also knew that with out her instance of it, I would never go forward.

I was so hypnotized by her I just nodded. I released my belt and opened up my pants. I pushed my boxers down and my hard cock slapped my belly. Neither one of us were watching the movie any more; just each other.

I started out slow. . But with in a few minutes I was rapidly stroking my self. The sweat began to drip off both of us. She had turned in her seat to face me and I faced her. Her shirt had a stripe of sweat between her breasts. As I was looking at how hard her nipples were, she slid a hand under her shirt and pulled on one of them . . . then she pushed her shirt up over them both. Then pulling on her right nipple again, stretched her breast out from her rib cage.

I gasped, my hips rose off the seat; one, two, three squirts. I stroked a few more time to gather all the cum together in my hand. Then I lifted my hand to my mouth and extending my tongue I licked the cum up. Watching her reaction the whole time. Her face turned from pure lust to almost a look of disappointment. I asked her what was wrong. She replied, “I wanted to taste your cum.” My reply to her was to lean over and push my tongue deep in her mouth, sharing the seed that I had just shot. With my tongue deep in her mouth I felt her body stiffen and could hear the sound of her pussy getting more wet, as her fingers moved in and out. I could feel her body convulse as her orgasm hit her.

Then I woke up from my wonderful dream.