Sport
I had a farm in Africa.... no wait, wrong story.
I had a date in Sunnyvale at the foot of Borders. Not quite as full of promise as the farm in Africa, but the outlook improves when one takes into account the fact that it was a fuck date. In fact, that was exactly what she called it when we talked on the phone.
She had answered my ad, seen my picture, the usual drill. I sent her my phone number sight unseen - that is, without seeing her photo - and she called me last Friday afternoon. We arranged to meet in a bookstore in Sunnyvale, not too far from where she lived. This Borders is in a small strip mall near Mathilda and El Camino, one of those upscale Silicon Valley urban professional places with a couple of middling quality chain eateries, some stores, and the inevitable Starbucks. The whole thing fronts a large apartment complex, build over what used to be beautiful cherry orchard land. She suggested the meeting place. I suggested we rendezvous in the sex book section, planning to take her elsewhere to talk.
I was there a bit early and went in to browse around taking refuge from the cooling weather. There were intermittent clouds in the sky and a cold wind was blowing making me glad I had a warm jacket on. Unseasonable for May. I meandered into the sex section and started idly looking around at all the sex manuals, the erotica, the histories, the scholarly works.
She was late, but eventually I heard a voice say "Are you Perseus?" Putting away the copy of A History of Orgies I had been thumbing through I looked up to see what fate had thrown my way this time.
She was about 5'5", dirty blond/brown hair cascading to her shoulders, with a curvy figure, well proportioned, maybe in her late 20's. Her face was fairly plain, with a prominent nose, somewhat round and a little plump, well framed by her thick head of somewhat unkempt hair. She was wearing faded jeans which hugged her hips tightly, inviting you to caress her curves. Her clunky big heel boots added a couple of inches to her height, and over her well proportioned bosom she wore an odd sort of blouse. Odd because it had weird flared sleeves, like something you'd see at a Renaissance Fair though in some modern abstract brown and white pattern. She was clutching a battered leather jacket and was looking at me with an almost disconcerting direct gaze.
I returned her look and swept my eyes up and down her figure making no attempt at being subtle before acknowledging that yes, I was in fact the one she was here to meet. She asked what I was reading and I said that I was mostly just browsing and asked if she read any erotica. She said, carelessly, "Not much" and I wondered, perhaps unkindly, if she read much at all.
"So where do you live?" she asked directly, and I thought I detected some impatience in her manner. I told her, and making a guess that she was fairly sure about what she wanted I asked if she wanted to come over right now. I guessed right. She was not interested in any preliminaries beyond our short talk on the phone and a quick in-person appraisal. She said "I'll follow you in my car" and just like that we were on our way out of the store.
Most women I meet like this prefer to sit down and have a conversation before jumping into bed. It gives them a chance to make sure I'm not some creep or a Republican. But she didn't seem to require that. She was out for a Friday night fuck and apparently found me physically acceptable enough and wasn't interested in any time-wasting chit-chat.
We got home and after I parked I had to wait while she drove around trying to find a parking space out on the street. It seems everybody was at home tonight instead of out about town. Maybe it's the economy.
We went upstairs and I showed her around. She went to the bathroom while I headed to the bedroom to take off my shoes and turn on the lights. She came out and as she walked in the door of the bedroom she was already pulling off her blouse and saying "Let's get started". Fast operator indeed.
As I watched she tossed off her boots and wiggled out of her tight jeans, and dropped her nondescript white bra. Her breasts were full and round, a bit droopy, and I guessed she liked to go braless more then was good for her. At this point she was wearing fairly functional white cotton panties and her socks, also white, looking quite fetching. Her belly had some fat on it, making it round and soft, but not unpleasant. She had a couple of dark moles on her body, just above and to the left of her navel. Her thighs were sturdy and soft looking, framing her cotton-clad crotch where a few stray dark hairs spilled out of her panties.
Before I could react she bounded right on top of the bed, got on all fours and trust her butt in my direction, wiggling around and spreading her legs as she got on her elbows and knees. Well, thinks I, it's quite obvious what she wants. I then noticed her tattoo, one of those abstract patterns on the small of her back, reasonably large, peeking in pale blue from beneath her panties.
So I came up behind her and started running my hand over her butt and crotch as she wiggled against me. I sat down next to her and started to pull down her panties while caressing her and inhaling her musky smell. I complimented her on the tattoo and she said "Thanks!" while continuing to enjoy my caressing hands. I pulled the panties down her thighs to her knees- she had to bring her legs together - and slipped myself off the bed to place my lips on her pussy. I started to lick her feeling her get more and more wet, running my tongue up and down her crack, occasionally ranging up to her butt. She was fragrant, obviously not having taken a shower before she met me, but not in any way unpleasant, just a good sexy crotch smell. She was into it, and I could feel her tense up every time I ran my tongue over her clit. At some point I pushed her on her belly and took off her panties throwing them to the floor by the bed. Afterward I lifted her to her knees again and went back to licking her this time throwing in a finger in her pussy and pressing gently on her asshole whenever my tongue wasn't occupied there.
After a few minutes, she sits up and announces "I want some cock!", turning around and reaching for my zipper. I stood up and allowed her to release my cock from my jeans, letting her take it in her mouth. I was quite hard and her mouth felt good, although she was more interested in her own pleasure then mine, licking it and sucking it while obviously enjoying the taste and sensation. I enjoyed the sight of her tongue on me and stroked myself as I rubbed my cock on her face a few times while her tongue went for my balls.
After a bit I told her to turn around and that I was going to fuck her, and she did, eagerly it seemed to me, and was back on all fours presenting her glistening dark haired pussy and her tattoo for our mutual pleasure. I fumbled around for a condom, ripping the package with my teeth - you just can't ever get it done with wet fingers - slipped it on and slipped my dick in her pussy. She was fairly tight, but also very wet so the going was easy and I fucked her as I grasped her rounded hips in my hands, pulling her toward me with every thrust. Eventually I put my thumb on her asshole and begun pressing down while I went into her.
She begun moaning louder and louder, and somewhere along the line I realized she was a screamer. As we got more and more into it, her moans got louder and louder, until I was sure the whole neighborhood knew I was doing a heroic job of fucking somebody. Either that or rhythmically strangling a parrot. Never mind, it was pretty hot, and I was enjoying it. Not so much the sensation in my dick, sadly the condom deadens much of the feeling, but the whole ambiance, especially since by this time I was slipping my thumb into her asshole and feeling her anus contract with every thrust. This seemed to make her gasp even louder as with every stroke I also finger fucked her ass, pausing now and again to add a little lubrication from my mouth.
We went at it for a while until I got tired of bending my knees to fuck her since her ass was slightly below my crotch level, at which point I put her down on the bed without leaving her pussy and laid both of us on our sides my front to her back. I ran my hand up and down her body feeling her tits and hard nipples, caressing down her soft belly, feeling her pussy, moist and wrapped around my dick. She threw her arm up over her head and I could smell her underarm scent, a bit acrid but very human and full of hormones, all mingled with the perfumy smell of her shampoo as my face brushed against her hair.
I fucked her, she kept moaning and yelping, until eventually she put her hand down to her crotch and begun to finger her clit, eyes closed and concentrating fiercely. I thought she would come, tensing as she was, but apparently it was difficult with my dick pumping her, so eventually I slipped out and went down on her again. She opened her eyes to see what I was doing and I grasped her hand and put it on her clit while I moved my mouth to her pussy. She had her thighs on my shoulders and I was licking her pussy and her ass as she fingered herself, until at some point she removed her finger and I flicked her clit with my tongue, the taste of rubber from the condom mingling with her juices, stroking my dick occasionally, until she came, yelling loudly and closing her thighs over my ears.
As soon as she unclenched her thighs I turned her around and started to lick her again, in a 69 position on our sides, her crotch around my head while my right hand stroked my dick. After a minute or two she came to herself and started sucking my dicks between my hand strokes, until in due course I came all over her face. She closed her lips but rubbed my cum all over her face with my dick, very hot facial indeed, until eventually she changed her mind and took me in her mouth sucking the last of my cum from me while I stuck my tongue in her pussy and my nose in her ass.
After I came and she stopped sucking me she laughed with pleasure while I collapsed in a heap, feeling her sweat on my chest and belly. After a moment of laying there she sat up with a very self satisfied expression on her face and exclaimed "That was fun!". Then before I could react she got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I heard the water running and a moment later she emerged, face clean and started to gather up her clothes. This surprised me, since I figured we could hang out and play some more later into the evening. But no, apparently it was not to be.
She started putting on her clothes grinning but not quite meeting my eyes, apparently in a hurry to leave. I asked if she enjoyed herself, and she said yes, but said she had to leave, without offering any explanation. I got up and put on a robe while she finished dressing and she started off for the door. I gave her a grope and said she was a good fuck, as she certainly was, and that made her smile and say "I needed that". Then she ran out the door with a hurried "Bye!" and a wave, exhibiting no interest in post-coital conversation.
The whole experience took probably no more then a half an hour from the time she came in the door to the time she came and went. It was clear to me that I had been thoroughly used, though certainly in a good way. She was just after a quick fuck and had no interest in the situation beyond that. A perfect sport fuck from her point of view. I didn't mind in the least. Frankly it's refreshing to see confident girl who can do that without agonizing about the situation.
Eventually I sent her a quick email teasing her about her hurried exit and she wrote back today, kind of apologizing and saying she had to be somewhere else. "Maybe we can do it again sometime" she wrote, but it didn't sound particularly sincere, and frankly that didn't bother me at all.
