Annie loved to remember the way in which they met. So simple, and yet so perverse. In college he worked the third shift at a food mart. Not only was the 3rd shift great for studying, it was a wonderful place to indulge himself in his own growing exhibitionism. He always wore the tightest of jeans, to show off his bulge. He never wore underwear, but did usually wear some kind of improvised cock ring, like a handkerchief wound around his cock and tucked behind his shaven balls, to help accentuate his bulge. He loved to stand at the counter when customers arrived, and watch which ones were immediately drawn to look at his cock and balls resting on the counter. He was not much more than her height (5’4”); he was 5’8’ and stocky, with a 4 and ¼, bi 8 and ¼ inch cock, always at least hard enough to show that he was cut.
Annie came in the store alone, after the bars had closed. She had still not had enough excitement that night. Her skin tight lycra pants were not currently wet, but definitely carried the aroma of being drenched a few times that night. Those pants were one of her favorites. Skin tight so as to look painted on, the best part was that they were so thin, they not only separated her totally shaved lips, they highlighted, shouted out to the world, to look at my delicious shaved pussy! Annie wore a light green translucent camisole; flimsy and textured, every movement shook the cloth, and absolutely drew attention to her beautiful braless tits. What was harder to see, so tantalizing, was …. Were those nipple pierced? This was better than being naked; it was perverse exhibitionism at its best. Her whole body was on display, yet she could pretend to all who first looked at her, that she was innocent of such a direct invitation.
She walked up to the counter, and absolutely adored his gift – sitting so invitingly on the counter, just for her. Once she was standing there, she engaged his eyes directly for at least :05 seconds – lifetimes of lust were communicated between them in just those seconds. Then, more directly, she lowered her gaze. Not a gaze, as much a hunger was communicated from her. Annie stared for at least :10 seconds this time; she couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to. An almost inaudible moan came from her throat; she was feeling not just exhibitionism on his part, but a profound sense that she had just encountered a sexual soul mate. She had to finally bite her lip (which she had been licking) to break the spell.
Annie unconsciously grazed her left nipple with her right hand, and pointed to the cigarettes. “Could I have a pack of Marlboro Reds? Oh – you do have magazines here, I was hoping you would” as she glanced to the rack of adult magazines off to the right. Then, she really couldn’t help herself, what she said next – it was like her libido was talking for her. She said, almost in a horse whisper “Do any of your current issues have letters about girls who crave things up their ass? I love stories about that - I think I’m just anally oriented…”
Blushing crimson to almost match her hair, she lowered her eyes and walked over to the magazine rack. While she thought he couldn’t see (or maybe she really hoped he did) she crouched down and gently tucked the folds of her ultra-thin lycra pants even deeper into her sweet pussy, unable to resist a tweak at her engorged clitoris. Then her aroma again hit her – she was so wet, and exuding her delicious arousing pheromones. Looking down at herself, she could never decide whether it was the feeling of her sweet lips being separated, and stimulating her clit, or the absolute vision of blatantly (yet innocently) displaying her shaved pussy.
All these arousing emotions swimming to the surface, she tried to buy time to control herself (though she was so excited – she also knew – somehow this simple encounter was special). Annie thumbed through the magazine, came across a delicious stern vision of a brunette in garter and hose, sitting cowboy style on a barebacked chair, her shaved pussy looking as wet as herself, and Annie again couldn’t help herself. She again spoke without realizing it “She looks good enough to eat…”
Then Annie’s sweet mound again completely gave away her lust – those lightly colored pants turned again a shade darker – you could almost hear a gentle gush. Annie, eyes wide with arousal, turned back towards Patrick and walked to the counter. She again lowered her gaze to his crotch, and was blessed to actually watch a spot of pre-cum darken his jeans. Almost involuntarily she watched what she did next, and the scene was embedded in her mind forever. Still holding the magazine open to the mistress, with her other hand she reached out and caressed that inviting bulge, then touched her finger to the wet spot on his jeans. And, by instinct, raised her finger to her lips, to taste him. Her next words sealed their relationship. “Wow – we taste and smell the same – we need to do something about this…”
Annie came in the store alone, after the bars had closed. She had still not had enough excitement that night. Her skin tight lycra pants were not currently wet, but definitely carried the aroma of being drenched a few times that night. Those pants were one of her favorites. Skin tight so as to look painted on, the best part was that they were so thin, they not only separated her totally shaved lips, they highlighted, shouted out to the world, to look at my delicious shaved pussy! Annie wore a light green translucent camisole; flimsy and textured, every movement shook the cloth, and absolutely drew attention to her beautiful braless tits. What was harder to see, so tantalizing, was …. Were those nipple pierced? This was better than being naked; it was perverse exhibitionism at its best. Her whole body was on display, yet she could pretend to all who first looked at her, that she was innocent of such a direct invitation.
She walked up to the counter, and absolutely adored his gift – sitting so invitingly on the counter, just for her. Once she was standing there, she engaged his eyes directly for at least :05 seconds – lifetimes of lust were communicated between them in just those seconds. Then, more directly, she lowered her gaze. Not a gaze, as much a hunger was communicated from her. Annie stared for at least :10 seconds this time; she couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to. An almost inaudible moan came from her throat; she was feeling not just exhibitionism on his part, but a profound sense that she had just encountered a sexual soul mate. She had to finally bite her lip (which she had been licking) to break the spell.
Annie unconsciously grazed her left nipple with her right hand, and pointed to the cigarettes. “Could I have a pack of Marlboro Reds? Oh – you do have magazines here, I was hoping you would” as she glanced to the rack of adult magazines off to the right. Then, she really couldn’t help herself, what she said next – it was like her libido was talking for her. She said, almost in a horse whisper “Do any of your current issues have letters about girls who crave things up their ass? I love stories about that - I think I’m just anally oriented…”
Blushing crimson to almost match her hair, she lowered her eyes and walked over to the magazine rack. While she thought he couldn’t see (or maybe she really hoped he did) she crouched down and gently tucked the folds of her ultra-thin lycra pants even deeper into her sweet pussy, unable to resist a tweak at her engorged clitoris. Then her aroma again hit her – she was so wet, and exuding her delicious arousing pheromones. Looking down at herself, she could never decide whether it was the feeling of her sweet lips being separated, and stimulating her clit, or the absolute vision of blatantly (yet innocently) displaying her shaved pussy.
All these arousing emotions swimming to the surface, she tried to buy time to control herself (though she was so excited – she also knew – somehow this simple encounter was special). Annie thumbed through the magazine, came across a delicious stern vision of a brunette in garter and hose, sitting cowboy style on a barebacked chair, her shaved pussy looking as wet as herself, and Annie again couldn’t help herself. She again spoke without realizing it “She looks good enough to eat…”
Then Annie’s sweet mound again completely gave away her lust – those lightly colored pants turned again a shade darker – you could almost hear a gentle gush. Annie, eyes wide with arousal, turned back towards Patrick and walked to the counter. She again lowered her gaze to his crotch, and was blessed to actually watch a spot of pre-cum darken his jeans. Almost involuntarily she watched what she did next, and the scene was embedded in her mind forever. Still holding the magazine open to the mistress, with her other hand she reached out and caressed that inviting bulge, then touched her finger to the wet spot on his jeans. And, by instinct, raised her finger to her lips, to taste him. Her next words sealed their relationship. “Wow – we taste and smell the same – we need to do something about this…”