Dark Enough

I had a feeling, that feeling without thought making me turn around in an instant.There he was staring at my ass on the gym elliptical, my ponytail bouncing with each down step, my thighs showing their thickness in the tight workout pants, a small patch of sweat at the small of my back, and my round ass bobbing up and down.

Instead of looking away he smiled, and I smiled back– the damp red curls stuck to my face, my glasses fallen down my nose and out of breath–  but I smiled back. In that moment I thought about my friend Brianna, such a brazen bitch is she– right then and there she would have said–

"you see something you like?"

Not my style though, well at least not without few drinks in me. Instead I watched the smiling stranger– his dark and moody look with a smile bright and sweet. I watched as he ran the treadmill his leg muscles in full form, his thighs strong, and the sweat beginning to make his fresh clean white t-shirt cling to his body. He sort of reminded me of the man from my morning porn fix- the one with the secret large heavy thick cock– and with that memory I was instantly sexualizing him mentally. Putting us in situations–  my mouth on him, my pussy being teased by the tip of his tongue, his fingers feeling me, opening me up.

This is common at the gym, I focus on one or two people, male or female– then during my workout I imagine what they would be like, how it would happen, how those first touches would ensue and lead to more. Continuing to watch him while I finished my robotic behavior on the gym equipment, imaging his cock, picturing all the ways in which I would make him grow under the loose gym shorts. Of course in my mind he had a nice big slab of meat under there– all for me. The cock longing was so strong that I actually pondered doing something about it.

Our eyes accidentally or purposefully continued to find each other as we worked our way through the room of weight machines– coy smiles- and awkward glances. As I worked out I began to let go of the concentrated sexualizing and it became a blur of fantasy fucking no one person in particular, and then it disappeared and my workout was done.

Leaving the gym– sweaty, energetic, hungry I reach the parking lot, and who should be there, putting his bag in the trunk of his car? Mr. Smiles himself. Taken aback, confused, and my usual shyness I hide. The smile he flashes again, and a heat fills his face– the complexity of want or of being caught show through. I flash him another quick smile letting him know I am sympathizer, but also raise him an eyebrow - then I let the line fly.
"You see something you like?"
Wow, I did not just say that. Who is this cock fiend? So brazen.
"I know I do."
What! Who am I, who just said that?

His smile shifts, from nice guy at the gym to a sly cock hardening smile and I instantly feel my cunt melt for what is about to ensue. Slamming his trunk he follows me to my car, putting my bag in the back of mine– we stand there between my car and another the last of the daylight turning to night, light pink streaks still mark the skyline over the ocean, but it's dark enough.

I waste no time, my hands find you. Your cock hangs loose, heavy and free in the jeans you had since changed into. No underwear on, what a nice surprise. It makes me want to drop to my knees instantly. But, this really isn't the place for knee dropping, instead I continue to stroke you to hard, the serious strain behind your jeans is too much for me, I have to see and feel for myself.

My back to the car I pull you in close by the band of your jeans, eye to eye, I unbutton and slide my way in. The flesh of your cock fills my hand, and my breath sinks into my pussy. Slowly I stroke my way down the back side to your balls– tight, but full, I fill my hand and squeeze– feeling you pulse–  then slide back up the length of your trunk that feels like hard velvet under my finger tips.

As much as I love giving hand jobs, there is no way I can leave this encounter without tasting you. Hidden, but not, between the two cars, I pull you out–  I have to, I have to see you. The head of your cock red and purple glistens with a drop of fluid as it throbs and pulses in my hand. Glancing around scanning the lot, there is only a few people and they don't seem to pay any attention, so I do it. Not to my knees, but instead I bend in half and drop my lips down around the tip of your cock. Knowing I will not be able to stay this way because of possible spectators- I savor it, lick and suck the tip, tasting the salty brine dripping from your slit. The situation only allows me to slide down the length of your cock, which to my liking is substantial, a few times. I make sure to get you nice and coated so I can give you a proper hand job.

I rise back up, to see your head in tilt, eyes in slit and your hand raised as though you wanted to place it on the back of my head– as you release the breath you had been holding in. Again, eye to eye, I let my hands learn your cock, gliding easily now with the lubrication of my mouth. With one hand back around your balls and other I use to clasp your cock– rolling just the tip in my tightened fist, then I slide back down, a nice slow rhythmic pumping. Harder you get, the throb filling my hand. Looking around again, because I cannot resist a cock in my mouth, a few more licks and slides of my tongue are given. You let go of this low rumble. I stay low- still bent sort of in half, because more than anything I want to watch you cum. With both hands I bring you there, my view alternating from your cock to your face. Watching your lips curl and your cock thump and jerk in my hands as the cum shoots out covering my forearm, hands and fingertips. Not being able to help myself and wrap my lips around the tip licking some of the cum up while continuing to and drain the last you have to offer onto my tongue.

Licking my lips, with your cock  still my hand I say my goodbyes.

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