Archive-title: At the Mall (Part 2)
Sitting on the Corner Thinking about the People Passing By.
I was sitting on a bench at the mall when I saw a woman
who I imagined to be too beautiful for words stopped and asked me
if I had the time.
I replied, being the smart-ass that I am, "Do you have
the energy?" Immediately I believed this to be one of the worst
faux-paus I could dare to make, but surprisingly she didn't walk
away, she stood there and then asked:
"The energy? The energy for what?"
The question sounded stupidly interesting, but at the
same time, there was also a certain sexy allure to it that I
I gave her, "Sex. You asked me if I had the time and I
asked you if you had the energy for sex, because if you've got
the time, I know I can make things happen for you."
"You can make things happen for me?" This time she
sounded a little more than annoyed now that I'd carried my sick
joke this far.
"Yes. Yes, I can make things happen for you."
"Prove it," she said.
"Okay, do you want to come with me?'
"How else can you prove it to me if I don't come with
Now she was starting to make me feel like I was the one
with a lightbulb that was unscrewed and unplugged.
We walked out of the mall together, I was more nervous
than I thought I should have to be, but if I had to guess, I
would assume she felt the same way.
I took her to my car and she commented that she liked it
which seemed to break the ice that had built up just a little
bit. If she was as cold as her personality, I guessed my dick
had a good chance of getting a bad case of frost-burn.
Anyway, I took her back to my apartment because it was
only like a minute away and I thought at least I could be com-
fortable there. Why do I get myself in situations like this?
I opened the door and she hadn't started really bitching
about the situation, but she wasn't really what I would call
I set my car keys on the table by the door and offered
her something to drink.
"Goddamn. You are like every other guy I go out with.
Take me home, this shit is old and boring. Why can't some guy
just throw me up against the wall and fuck the shit out of me as
soon as the door is closed. Once in a while, and I'm not saying
this is all the time and all women, but once in a while, a woman
likes to definitely be subordinated and caught off-guard when it
comes to sex. Any chance of that with you, No...you have to be
I pushed her up against the wall and shut her mouth with
one of the best kisses I ever planted on anyone. I didn't give
her a chance to breathe as I explored her breast with my hand and
worked my other hand up her skirt. I knew she needed a chance to
relax for just a second because of all the bullshit she was
babbling at me before I started, so I moved away from her mouth
and began to kiss her neck and then I heard her gasp, "Yeah,
yeah, that's it, I think you've got the point."
I managed to get the "skirt" hand into her panties and
before long I found her moist slit, I rubbed my thumb over her
"Oh Jesus. Fuck me! Fuck me now." She sounded like she
was going to pass out, so I thought I'd play with her some more.
I inserted two fingers into her dripping crotch and she easily
took them in. Her hands grasped my hair and pulled on it. She
brought my neck back and as she did, she moved her head down to
kiss my neck and she forced me to insert my fingers as deep into
her as I could get them. I pulled my fingers out to rub them
harder on her clit.
"Oh fuck!" She gasped. Her leg kicked up around my
waist and it was all I could do to keep from fucking her right
there, but foreplay is always so much fun so I knew I couldn't
I did some more handiwork on her by taking my hands out
from under her skirt and working on the buttons that closed her
blouse and hid her breasts, which by the best of my ability, had
to be absolutely gorgeous.
I pushed her blouse off and it was the first causality of
clothing that was left dying on the floor. I went to her shoul-
der strap to get her bra off by just pulling it down, and her
bountiful breasts sprung out. I decided that it was going to be
more than just a feast for the eyes as I planted my tongue on one
of her rosy nipples and brought it to its full, erect splendor.
She'd stopped saying much, just an occasional moan and a
rubbing of my hair with her hands as I gave her a full work-out.
"Fuck me, you've got to fuck me," she begged.
As the lady says...
So I went back to work on the rest of her clothes and
within a matter of hurried seconds, I had her completely disrobed
in front of me, while I was still wearing my clothes, minus the
jacket which had grown to hot for me a long time ago.
I went back to kissing her because she kissed like no one
else I ever knew, allowing me to rob her tongue of innocence and
for me to taste her as I'd never tasted another women. She began
to work on the buckle of my pants, because, as she'd said, "Fuck
She managed to get my pants undone and down to my ankles.
I wore a pair of plaid boxers, but all the excitement had managed
to have my erect penis springing forth like a flag pole on the
Fourth of July and it was at the point the she had yanked my
pants down, I forced my throbbing muscle into her and violently
She couldn't stop herself, I know she couldn't. Her
hands were all over me. "Harder, harder," she said. I couldn't
believe what I was hearing. Here I was, afraid I was hurting her
and she's standing there asking me to fuck her harder.
So I did.
I rammed into with all the force I could, tiring myself
like I never dreamed imaginable. The feeling worked though,
because within seconds we were both on the verge or orgasm,
clasping one another tightly. When she started to scream out of
sheer pleasure for the moment, I shot my blistering wad inside
her and she came with shudder. I pulled out and fell to the
floor. I felt at that moment that if I never had sex again, I
would probably be satisfied, nonetheless.
My chest heaved up and down, and sweat dripped from my
forehead. My cock went back to it's flaccid state. Looking up
at her I knew I was still excited and wished I could pump another
load of frothy cum into her, but I knew I was just too exhausted
for any love-making on the same scale of what I'd just encoun-
She reached for the purse she'd dropped on the floor when
I first attacked her to get a cigarette and a lighter out.
"Do you want one?" She politely offered me.
"Sure, why not."
She lit us each a cigarette, and then, in what looked
like an awkward position, she sat against the wall.
"So, did I make things happen for you?" I just had to
"You certainly weren't bad. You're tired, aren't you?"
"Fuck yeah. I've _never_ fucked anybody like that."
"What did you have in mind before I gave you that sugges-
tion back in the hall?"
"Well, I was going to have you follow me into the kitchen
where I would have given you something to drink and asked to take
your coat, you would have said yes and I would have laid it on
the counter. The conversation would have gotten real awkward at
that point, so I was going to start taking off my shirt, button
by slow tedious button. You would have looked at me indifferent-
ly, but set your drink down and started doing the same so that
the two of us would have been like a mirror except that we are of
course dressed differently. When I would have gotten my shirt
off and you would have seen my washboard stomach, we would have
taken a step toward one another, but you would have completed the
gap, we would have embraced passionately and began to make love.
My hands would have enjoyed the suppleness of your breasts and
your hands would have enjoyed the hardness of my pecs. We would
have been joined at the mouth in a deep kiss that would have
defined the relationship. Hard and fast. That would be agree-
able to the both of us. You would have worked your way onto your
knees where I would have hiked your skirt up over the rest of
your body and pulled your underwear down to expose your rosy
snatch. You would have made no objection as I would have pene-
trated you from behind. Your dripping, gapping snatch would have
welcomed the thrust of my powerful phallus and I would have
fucked you until we came."
"Really," she asked.
"Yeah, something, like that." I'd grown erect talking to
her and she pointed this out to me, as if I didn't know.
She ground her cigarette out into her hand, which shocked
and yet somehow excited me. She tossed it aside, the put her
hair over her ear and went to work on my cock, sucking it like I
didn't believe any woman could.
After a while of this exciting cock play, I asked her I
she would move around so I could lick her snatch while she sucked
me off. She all too happily agreed and soon she was on her hands
and knees straddling me, sucking me off as I worked through the
alphabet on her oozing pussy.
She tasted better than I'd ever dreamed a woman could
taste and within seconds after changing positions, I shot a hot,
steamy load of come down the back of her throat. She swallowed
drip after delicious drop and I was amazed at the enthusiasm with
which she consumed the creamy liquid.
She continued working on my cock and I had to force her
to stop because the pleasure was just too much. She rolled over
and then jumped up.
"I've really got to go."
"I've got to go."
"Can we say 'husband?'"
"Husband, I have a husband he wouldn't like me fucking
another guy while he's at work bringing me home a paycheck."
"Oh, so what's your name," I asked her.
"Bob, pleased to meet you. I guess you should go," I
said matter-of-factly, "my husband will be home in a few also."
"I said my..."
"I heard you," she said as she stood up to get dressed,
"Are you gay?"
"No. Happily bi."
She smiled really big, "You and my husband need to get
together sometime." And she walked away.
END OF PART I...STAY TUNED FOR PART II FOR SOME THREESOME