Voyeur of Passion

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They met by chance.



They stayed for the meaning.

Submitted: March 28, 2018

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When I was 10 years old, I had reached that peak they spoke about. You know the one?

When all of a sudden even a woman in a nice blouse can arouse you. 

Yeah that peak.

By the time I had hit my early teen years, I was itching to see or touch almost any body part of a woman.

I know, creeper status. 

But I respect women. I may sometimes drool over their looks and figures, but I respect women for the powerful beings they are.

When I turned eighteen years old, I had only had sex once, and it was in an empty field in the back of a movie theater in the small town I grew up in. So you could say I wasn't exactly the most experienced person.

I had always wanted that sexual experience that brought me into man hood. But women my age were just learning themselves. And if they did have experience of that caliber, you didn't want to share your time with them...if you know what I mean.

Fast forward to about seven years. I was twenty-five, single and at personal best physical shape wise. 

I met Cassidy online. 

Yeah I know. I'm not particularly fond of it either.

I was in a weird mental place at the time. I had a job I loved and a good group of friends. But something was missing. Companionship.

I decided to give it a try. For the record, it wasn't on one of those dating sites. It was Craigslist. I know. I honestly didn't expect anything of it. I figured Craigslist was filled with desperate virgins, creeps and pedophiles. So this was just to past time that night. But as luck would have it, something surprising good happened.

After we exchanged a few emails, we decided to just text or talk on the phone for now. Until, either of us was ready to actually meet. I mean, I wasn't positive she was who she said she was. She was gorgeous with bright green eyes, and a body like a coke bottle. Everything a guy who ever watched a music video could dream of right?

One night, totally unexpected, she messages me that she wants to meet. 

"When?" I replied, assuming she meant the upcoming weekend.

"Tonight?" she said.

My nerves crawled up my skin. Do I respond? Or just blow her off and say I can't tonight. 

I didn't have a clue what to do. Part of me wanted to meet her but the other part of me was skeptical. 

I hadn't responded for what seemed like forever, but was probably a couple minutes. 

"Sure." I responded, but I was still unsure.

I headed to her house as she had no transportation. Another reason that made me worry. I of course thought, what if this leads to some dark alley way or abandoned house. 

Why did I go then? Is what I bet you're thinking.

Something made me feel it was a good decision. Although I still could have been kidnapped and kept for food for all I knew. 

I arrived at the location she gave me. Okay, so far so good. It was in the hills. The neighborhood looked like something from MTV cribs. Mansions all around. The moonlight illuminated the streets. 

I texted her I was here. No response. This was the moment I had dreaded. I scoured the area around my car. I didn't see anyone but that's usually how it goes in horror movies. All of sudden..

BAM! They got ya!

My phone buzzes. 

"Be right out" she says.

I was still nervous but this time more so in the sense of, if she is a she maybe she's not the she in the picture she sent me.

A fence gate to my left alerts me. I look to see and there she is. The same gorgeous green eyed, coke bottle shaped woman I had been talking to. She had that sort of beauty that applying make-up only ruins. She had a black tank top and a pair of short shorts with sandals.

I step out of my car. She walks up to me and says..

"You're taller then I thought"

We both chuckle and I lead her to the passenger side, opening her door.

Now it's a little after midnight right now so there wasn't a bunch of places to go, so she tells me about this spot behind a Wal-greens to just talk.

So we do.

Over the course of what feels like a lifetime, we talk about a variety of things. Turns out we have way more in common then either of us knew.

Sunrise approaches and we realize we've been talking all night.

I start the car, she reaches over and places her hand on mine. 

"Not yet" she insists, looking at me like she couldn't contain herself.

I looked back at her.

"I don't want you getting in trouble coming home so late." I relayed to her, feeling anxious. 

She slid her hand down between my legs, rubbing the pelvic area. My cock hardened. I lied back in the drivers seat as she threw her leg over and began to straddle me. Her breathing increased instantly. She was only maybe 5'5, but her tits were as big as my head. She seductively started to grind on me. I couldn't resist groping her tits, kissing the top of them, barely staying inside her top. I slowly made my way up to her lips. We embraced for several seconds, kissing lustfully.

She took her tank top off, while I unbuckled my pants. She pulled her shorts to the side and began massaging my cock through my briefs with her other hand, biting her bottom lip. 

I could see in her eyes. What happened next was gonna be passionate. Raw. 

Hot.

I grabbed both her thighs to open them wider. She slipped her bra off, her beautifully endowed breasts bouncing as they were released from containment.

I sucked harder on one nipple then the last. I felt like a kid in a candy store. She firmly grabbed my cock, yanked it out from my briefs. By now it was as solid as a block of ice. The head erect and swollen.

It had all happened so fast. I knew we had a connection, but I never expected this. She didn't want me to make love to her or be gentle. No. She wanted me to fuck her like the world was going to end.

She reached in and held my cock in her hand, guiding it to her protruding wet lips. She arched her back, getting ready to take every inch inside. 

I groaned in anticipation. I was pre-cumming all the way down to my balls. 

She eased the tip it. I could feel the head stretching her tight hole. She let out an exhausted moan. Holy fuck it was all the way in. She was so warm and wet. I grabbed her hips, swaying her back and forth to build up a rhythm. 

She leaned back, completely freeing her upper body. Her tits bouncing frivolously side to side. Nipples symmetrical and perky. 

I wasn't going to last long. I was seconds away from exploding all over the place. 

Her wavy brown hair flew over one side of her face and I aggressively pumped her harder. 

Her nails dug into me, breaking just some skin. But it didn't matter. I was way too high off of the ecstasy to care. 

I reached up and placed my palm firmly around her throat, choking her as I started to shoot load after load after load. This had come as a surprise as she was immediately brought out of her trance. It wouldn't render her long. She overcame with sinful submission. It was clear she liked being treated like my toy. Placing both hands around my forearm, hanging on like a child riding a roller coaster.

Her large round ass bounced off my thighs like a beach ball in the sand. 

She grinded her hips harder on mine. Squeezed her pussy on my cock.

I was gonna cum again. I could feel it.

"Ahhh!! Uhhh!! Ohhh!!" she let out, as drips of cum ran down our legs.

Soon after I came as well. Sweat glistened from her chest. The car windows fogged up. 

She climbed off me. We both took a second to regain our breath.

I looked over at her, she looked at me. 

"We gotta do this again." she uttered, breathing heavily. 

"We ain't even done now" I replied, grabbing her by the back of her head, pushing her mouth onto my pulsating cock.

The End


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