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All characters in this story are 18+ years
I find myself staring at the screen of my laptop and my hand gently caresses the sweet spot between my legs. I usually end up stimulating myself in the evening after the turmoil of the day. It is my escape from the life I lead. I might make it sound like my life is a hardship, but that is not the case really. My life is unfolding along the anticipated path, and I experience no issues to speak of. But there is this emptiness inside, this feeling of unfulfilled potential. I could do something else, something more. It is as if I could put my finger on it, but it escapes me in the last moment.
It was then, when we started talking about sex at school and then with my classmates and friends it was an exciting revelation. With my parents, there was a minimal input from my father, but my mother talked to me about sex freely and mainly to make me aware of basic practical things. She was trying to prepare me for the reality and how to avoid the usual traps like early pregnancy etc.
Now, I was 19 and still living at home with my parents. I lacked ambition to go to Uni or better myself in any way. That feeling of missing something in my life, like I was incomplete was still there. Few times I descended into mild depression but most of the time I just lived, existed.
There were few highlights in my teens when I had boyfriends, but I could not create a bond, and I had to admit to myself that I was with them mainly to try out sex. I lost my virginity with Ricky, but it was nothing to talk about. With him it was about him. At least he had the decency to use lube. We just did the job usually and when he was done, the encounter was finished. True, we have done it at different places like parties, toilets, changing rooms, beaches but in the end, it was a short sexual encounter and for me passionless. I liked it enough, but orgasm wasn’t always guaranteed. I thought then that what sex was about.
And then I found porn. I mean, I knew it was there, and I have seen some but never to the extent that I watch now. Watching more and more probably opened my eyes to the wide range of possibilities and all the different fetishes people have. I loved the variety. I loved finding new and new and seeing if they turn me on. This I think contributed to my breakup with Ricky. Our sex was no fun compared to what I have seen, and he surprisingly was not interested in experimenting. He was happy with the way things were. I found few short-term partners after that and tried things I thought I would like. It was fun. I was enjoying trying new things freely. But even those experiences, however exciting, did not do it for me completely. Something was still missing.
These days I have a usual routine. I work in the local train station shop as a shift manager. It sounds like a great title, but it’s just me on the shift really. Still, it’s a good job, it pays. After the shift, and depending on time of day, I tend to go either meet friends at a pub or park for a chat or straight home. When I get home, I usually end up browsing porn or watching films. My parents appear to live similar repetitive cycle and are used to each other’s quirks, leaving me alone most of the time.
Lately a pattern emerged during my porn browsing sessions. I gravitated towards older men with less than ideal figures. I watched older porn films starring Ron Jeremy and at first was unsure about the appeal of a man with belly and hairy body but, kept coming back and watching more and eventually looked for this type of untidy man as a rule. Watching these men full of lust enjoying bodies of women, young or mature stirred up the right kind of spicy inside me and always made my pussy twitch in pleasure. What excited me, was the lustful look in their eyes, their eagerness to please the woman or women and not being ashamed of their baroque bodies.
I found more of this type of entertainment starring German performers like Egon Kowalski or English Jim Slip or Ben Dover and others. I also watched a lot of gangbangs and loved it, but I did not like those where the girl was abused just bit too much. Luckily there is recently more production showing a nice gangbang where the guys really take care of the woman, and I can get really turned on, imagining being her. In short, I want to get properly fucked but still feel I am being loved and looked after. And that is what I get from older men.
Once I realised this need, I started looking at those men with more attention. In my job at the train station, I have had many daydreaming moments when I undressed those men passing through or imagined them seeing my needy eyes. I imagined them sneaking behind the desk where I was standing and they would eat my pussy while I was talking to customers. bursa escort bayan I imagined them waiting by the staff toilet and making me suck their hairy cocks. I imagined them kissing me deep and heavily swapping saliva with me, while fingering my pussy deeply. This and more was playing inside my mind. I got into a habit of imagining these things during my walks, breaks or just when that type of man entered my vicinity.
I often went to the pub after work with my friends. I enjoyed watching men sneakily, imagining their cocks and watched their mouths as they drank their drinks. I saw myself licking those tongues and sucking on them. I felt their gazes and their groping fingers on and in my body. I usually lost track of the conversation and had to be brought back into reality by my friends.
With time, I have even tried to sign up to a few dating websites and found that exciting. But I did not see what I was looking for or my messages were ignored or just contacted by people who weren’t ready for the actual meet and ghosted me.
Until shortly after, in the block of flats that we lived in, I met just the guy. Just my height if not little shorter than me, slightly balding. He was not super fat but clearly enjoying his food, betrayed by small beer belly. With a moustache and with stubble on his cheeks and chin. He was wearing light blue short sleeve top and black thin fabric trousers that weren’t hiding anything under. It was obvious that he had no underwear.
A hot wave came over me and my mind went blank. I was just taking the sight in. He did not notice me in the corridor. We were both headed to the elevator. He was carrying mail and newspaper he clearly just collected from his post box on the ground floor. As we got closer to the elevator, he noticed me, and I saw his quick look scanning my whole body. I really wanted to know at that moment what he was thinking. He smiled politely and opened and held the elevator door for me. While he was doing that I saw inside his sleeve and saw his hairy armpit and again without warning, wave of pleasant chill came over me. I was shivering inside and did not know what to do with myself.
We entered the elevator, me first with him following me. He smiled at me and asked me what floor. I told him 6th and he pushed the button as well as his for 4th floor. He stayed leaning against the wall next to the button panel and I was at the back facing the elevator door. He was reading the newspaper again. I stared at the strip of naked skin between his trousers and his top which revealed little bit of his hairy belly and hair peeking from direction of his crotch. I could not stop staring at the shape of his cock, imagining what it would look and feel like with all the hair.
While I was staring at his belly and crotch, the door opened. I did not even hear the “ding”. My eyes flew up instinctively and found him looking back at me.
Oh my god, he knew I was ogling his cock. What do I do now?
But he did not say anything. His look was not judging or appalled. It felt as if he was intrigued.
He pushed himself off the wall and slowly walked out of the elevator. I was flushed and started following him like in a dream. I did not think about the fact that this wasn’t my floor. I wanted to do something to mask my state, but in the process, showed my total confusion instead.
He heard me following him out and turned around to check. The door closed behind me and I was no longer able to disappear into the elevator.
I did not know what to do. I did not want to push the button and wait all the time until it got back down again, so the only thing left to me was to head towards the stairs and walk the remaining two floors.
Decided, I just said “Bye” and marched with determination to the nearest flight of stairs.
After few steps, I heard him ask me.
“What’s your name?”
and I just spat out “Stella” over my shoulder.
I was nearly running now and took the turn to reach the stairs.
All the way home I was mentally kicking myself.
‘Bye?, you said Bye? That’s all you could think of?’
I could not believe how silly I was. I kept replaying the moments from the meet by the elevator until my undignified run. There was nothing to do. I was completely unprepared for what happened to me. I have never reacted to someone in this way.
It goes without a surprise that I masturbated vigorously imagining my encounter in different ways, gentle and rough both. Since then, I frequently thought of him while I worked or socialised. I still had time for my daydreaming but somehow, he appeared in them joining my kinky fantasy stories.
After a week of not seeing him, I really wanted to bump into him again. I knew last bursa escort sitesi time he collected his mail around 2pm as I was coming home from the morning shift. I have waited around, trying to be inconspicuous. But after a while, I gave up and called the elevator. I really wanted to see him again and test whether he will have the same effect on me like the first time. Disappointed and horny, I have masturbated at home but tried to imagine different men taking me and not him. Was I punishing him for not being there when I wanted him to? Maybe
I had no luck the next two times I lingered around the ground floor but finally, the third time was lucky for me indeed. I still could not believe the lengths I have gone to, to arrange meeting with him so it looked accidental.
Truth to be told, since I met this guy, I did not have time to ponder on that emptiness inside me. I felt excited and determined which filled my thoughts most of the time.
The Elevator door opened, and he walked out, making his way towards the wall next to entrance on the south side, dedicated to post boxes for all the residents. I started moving, so I could join him on the way up to the elevator. As he collected his mail and started walking back to the elevator, he saw me, and recognition flared in his eyes. Brief smile flashed on his face, and he slowed down clearly to time it, like me, to meet at the elevator.
As we were nearly by the elevator door, he turned and walked towards the basement entrance. Flight of stairs there led down to the basement space divided into small storage spaces for the residents. It was literal maze down there.
I froze as that shattered my plans. I mean, I just wanted to be near him and ride the elevator with him, and perhaps try few more intelligent words, this time.
He walked slowly to the basement and shot me couple of glances. He accompanied those looks with a smile and small head gesture to follow him. I looked around to see if anyone was in the vicinity and finding that nobody was, I started towards the basement door.
By the time I reached the door, he already disappeared behind them. I opened the door and saw that only emergency light was on. He chose not to switch the light on as he descended to the lower basement floor. I don’t know why I did not switch the light on either. Maybe, If someone else came, I did not want them to know that I was there.
I walked carefully down and once on the flat ground, moved slowly through the main middle corridor. It branched out on each site into separate aisles with individual storage cubicles. I walked and tried to look both ways if I can spot him.
A moment of clarity struck me then and I realised I did not know what I would say to him if I actually managed to find him. That made me stop and my heart started beating even more than before. Despite me not having a plan, I started to walk again. I heard a gentle cough ahead. That must be him. I moved towards the sound. After few moments though his voice sounded behind me.
“Hi Stella”.
I whirled around and there he was, standing in front of me. I knew it was him despite the emergency light only providing minimum of visibility.
I froze again and did not know what to say. He made a slow step towards me and with his extended arm he grabbed mine gently.
“Are you alright? Or are you lost, eh?” He tilted his head.
My mind was filled with quick thoughts.
‘He is touching me, oh god, he is holding my arm. What else is he going to do?’
I still did not say anything, and he moved even closer.
“Can I help you with anything? I would be happy to.”
His face was just in front of me. My lips parted as if I wanted to say anything, something. Then, he raised his other free arm and took my chin in his hand.
He leaned forward and stared into my eyes. I could smell his breath now. He probably ate something recently. It smelled moist and foody. I could also smell him, his body. It was strong, mixed with little bit of residual antiperspirant perhaps.
I just stared at him taking in his face covered in stubble, his fat moustache. And then he kissed me.
Just on the lips, not too short and not too long. I couldn’t think, I just wanted more and screw it, if anyone sees us. I realised I closed my eyes as he kissed me, so I opened them again and looked at him. My lips were now parted wide, and I was breathing heavily and my heart still beating like a drum.
“Is this what you wanted Stella?”
I was just thinking ‘yes, yes yes please. I want more’ but no words made it past my lips.
As if he knew though, he smiled and followed with another kiss. This time I could feel his tongue making his way into my mouth and I felt my whole body buzzed pleasantly in response.
He was now hugging me, and I felt his one hand sliding down and grabbing my ass. I just melted in his arms and was following his tongue with mine.
I loved every second and wanted to taste more of him. I pushed my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could, while opening my mouth wide.
It was pure bliss at that moment. I was never as horny as then.
He interrupted our passionate kissing and looked at me.
“I need you to do something for me. Will you do it for me please?”
He searched my face, and I just nodded, uttering my first word.
“yes”
“I need you to pull my pants down and grab my cock.”
I was stunned and also turned on so much I just did what he asked me to do. With both hands I grabbed the sides of his thin trousers and pulled down to his knees. I went down with them, and his cock was half erect in front of my face. I went mental as the smell of it hit my nostrils.
That wet, moist cock smell. It was a heady scent, and I kept using my nose to inhale it and exhaling through my mouth. Without realising, my hands grabbed his ass from behind and pulled his crotch closer to my face.
I was now touching his cock and balls with my face and nudging it and rubbing it gently with my nose.
“You can taste it if you want.”
And as if that was a command, I dipped my head lower to be just beneath his tip and looked up. I saw the gorgeous cock hanging just by my open hungry mouth and above that, I saw him looking down at me with that look.
I knew he was turned on and wanted me. I closed my eyes and rose up letting his cock slide into my mouth. As his tip passed my lips, my wet mouth started sucking on his skin and swallowing eagerly. He started growing in my mouth and gradually filled my mouth. I kept sliding it deeper, eventually he was deep in me and thankfully, I did not have any gagging reflex.
I used my head to slide up and down on his shaft. I can’t describe the feeling. I wanted this to last forever. It was exactly as I pictured it in my daydreaming, even better.
I was making moaning sounds, and my pussy was wide open. My hands were sliding up and down his thighs, caressing his skin. I had to let his cock go though as I needed to catch a breath. I wished I did not have to do that.
I heard him gasp and that sound sent shivers through me. He collected himself and looked down at me and growled.
“I so want to fuck you right now”.
I did not care about anything now. I just wanted him so bad. I stood up and said desperately:
” Do it.”
He grabbed me and turned me around, pushing me against one of the storage cubicles. His hand found my trousers, button and a zip and expertly undid them. He pulled my trousers down and slapped my ass. It stung pleasantly, promising more pleasure to come.
He found my pussy and slid his finger in and out in quick succession. Clearly satisfied with the result, he did not waste any time and guided his cock into me.
The feeling of his cock pushing the walls of my vagina apart bit by bit, as he was going deeper and deeper, was heaven. My hips moved slightly to accommodate his manhood, and my body just went towards him, wanting to be impaled and filled up.
It was so beautiful and right to be in this situation. This is what I was missing, needing. I just need this to be happy, that’s all I need. My head was touching the cubicle, and my hands went around the back of him grabbing his ass and pushing him deeper into me. He moaned and started moving in me. His hand went up and grabbed my tits under the top I was wearing. His hips were moving rhythmically and he quickly got lost in a delirium.
I felt like an animal. Just a bitch spreading wide so her male can get deep and close to her womb. It was a wonderful, mindless fuck. I don’t know how long we have been fucking. Time stopped passing for us in a way. But in the end, I felt warm cum flooding my insides and some also running down my inner thigh. He gradually stopped moving after few final thrusts into me and hugged me firmly.
I however could not stop my body, and my hips were still gyrating and rubbing against his cock, wanting more. I felt like bitch in heat even more then. Ready for another cock, right there and then. It was intoxicating.
I felt his breath next to my ear, and he spoke as if he read my mind.
“You horny bitch, you want more don’t you?”
He chuckled but there was no malice in it. He was just amused and pleased.
That made me feel warm inside and safe. I did not have to worry about being judged. He took me as I was. I was in a daze, and everything felt right with the world. It was almost like I could read his emotions and his sexual arousal which inflated my own horniness.
Somehow, we made it to the elevator and shortly I found myself following him to his flat. He opened the door and stepped in turning around and nodding his head, inviting me in.
I walked in, licking my lips.
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