I broke up with my asshole ex just before Valentine’s Day.
(Sweet huh?) not only did that cheap fucker not buy me a present, but he left
me when I told him I might be pregnant! (I wasn’t but he didn’t stick around
long enough to find out.) I haven’t been out on a date for 3 months now and I
had to get out and do a little hunting.
I bought a new pair of black ‘do me’ heels on sale and decided that I wanted
to see what they would look like on the shoulders of some strapping young man whose
name I really didn’t give a flying fuck about.
I showered, shaved my legs silky smooth, put on my spanks and a pair of
jeans I bought that made my ass and legs look great in those heels. I put on a sexy bra and stuffed it with these
silicon pads I bought on TV awhile ago.
(My aunt calls them ‘pork chops’) I put on a nice silk blouse to finish
off the look. I didn’t tuck in the
blouse in my jeans so the fabric would hide my muffin tops. (Hey! They’re spanks not a miracle!) I
painted my face and put on a hazel wig that brought out the brown I in my
eyes. I looked in the mirror and said: “I
would fuck me!” and out I went. I went
to this bar in Manhattan that I had been to once during the day and I liked the
atmosphere there. I went in and the place
was moderately packed. There’s an old
saying: “Liquor before beer and you’re in the clear!” I ordered a double
tequila and followed the rest of the night with Coronas with a wedge of
lime. I was on my second beer, when he
came in . He was a six feet tall,
dark-skinned Latino with long wavy hair.
I wanted so bad to have worn a skirt so I could have flashed him as he
looked my way. I got up off the bar
stool and made believe that I dropped something. “Oh yeah Papi…I know what you
like!” His eyes focused on my ass like a heat seeking missile. Speaking of heat seeking missiles….This guy
had a boner that my mother would have described as nice prosciutto! I sat back
down and played with the opening of the bottle of beer with my tongue. ( I told
you I know what they like!) He smiled in my direction and walked over to me,
but he leaned over me to speak to the barmaid.
“Fuck! Skunked again!” but his chest was in my face and I got a whiff of
his cologne. It was Ralph Lauren’s
#3. I LOVE that cologne. My pussy got moist and twitched right
there. I couldn’t sit still I was so
horny right then. Then I looked up and
his open shirt had pulled away from his body.
He had nice muscles, not that steroid bodybuilder crap. He had the body of a guy who worked out ‘just
enough’ to look good without being too conceited. He leaned away from me and now had placed his
foot on the bar rail while he sipped his beer.
His manhood was now right next to my thigh and if he just moved an inch
closer… well let’s just say I would have Ruffled myself! That’s when I realized
that the barstool I was sitting on …..revolved. I put my right leg on the floor
and spun around and that moment touched the inside of my thigh!
“I am so sorry… I didn’t mean to…” “Dun’t whorry about tit…”
He said in a baritone voice with a Latin accent. “I whas a liddle too close…..si?” “Dude you
could have been across the room for all I cared!” I thought.
“Oh yeah …. Mister Antonio Banderas is coming home with me tonight!”
The next thing I knew I was on my bed, naked on my back with
my ankles over my head. (Yeah I still had my pumps on and yeah bitch….they
looked fabulous up in the air!) I felt thrust after thrust reach places I had
forgotten I had. My pussy was wet and
hungry and getting exactly every inch of satisfaction I needed. I could hear my pussy make noises a pussy
makes when it’s too wet and getting pounded relentlessly! In and out, faster
and faster and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore the stroke became
slow and steady. I reached down between
my legs and started in on my swollen clit and my eyes rolled to the back of my
head. I made noises that I didn’t know I
had in me. I panted like a puppy, I
growled like an animal. I squealed like
a banshee! I reached up and squeezed my tight nipples and that was it! Wave
after wave of euphoria washed over my body.
My body was covered in a light perspiration and I almost swooned like I
just went down the first drop of a rollercoaster! And just as I thought I was
done…
“I’m cumming agaaaaaainnn!” I yelled out. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my
screams of pleasure. The walls in my
apartment are thin and I didn’t want to wake the neighbors! “Fuck’em!” I
thought. The neighbors’ kid is always
waking me with his loud fucking music! I found myself sucking in breaths of air
like I was having an attack, then a warm feeling came over me and I felt
feverish. I looked around the room
trying to get my bearings. Tears filled
my eyes. I felt like I was about to pass out.
I took some cleansing breaths to clam my nerves. My heart was racing and then I drifted off to
sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the sounds of rain hitting my
windows. I thought it was poetic that
the rain symbolized washing away old feelings.
I felt so refreshed I thought that I could conquer the whole world with
my vagina. I sat up and removed the
towel I had put under my ass so I wouldn’t sleep on the wet spot.
“Thank you…. That was fucking amazing… I really needed that.”
I said “If only my fucking ex could so for me what you did last night.” I
rolled over and cleaned my vibrator with a little sanitizer, wiped it with a towel
and put it back in the little case in my nightstand I keep it in…..
What? You thought I brought that guy home with me? Uh uhh!
He left with some blonde skinny bitch with big tits! Mama took care of business
herself. I O’d myself silly last night and I don’t have to put up with any
bullshit drama this morning! That’s the real fantasy of a 30ish, slightly
overweight woman, who’s been burned before….
Shout Out to the my girl Kristy for telling this story and allowing
me to use it in my blog. Salute to you Queen!!!
