Forgotten inhibitions...

At first, the touch of another man’s lips to mine was repugnant. I close my eyes and pulled away. Then I open my eyes. I looked into his. He was handsome! A sort of sort of strong yet vile, confident yet demanding, mysterious attitude attracted me. I looked at his lips. then he kissed me again. I felt myself relax. Acquiesce. My eyes rolled back. I felt spinning. Dizziness. The weed was affecting me. I was really really high. His tongue probed my mouth. In my mind, there was a running dialogue. Years ago, when I smoked weed often, it happened all the time. I thought “he smells!“. Then I thought “but he’s so exciting. I almost like that he smells. It’s masculine. He’s strong. He’s confident. He doesn’t feel like he has to make himself smell good. He knows how good he is.“. I wanted to save him. My mouth opened wider. His tongue deeper. I kissed his salty neck. Pushed my tongue into his ear. My hand slipped between his thighs. His worn jeans bulged with his huge cock. It was going so fast! I lost control. “I want you now!” I slurred. Somehow in seconds I was naked from the waist down. The stones in glass of the alley Preston to my back. The payment was damp. I spread my legs wide. He climbed on top of me, eyes darting back-and-forth, radaring for anyone approaching. It made me paranoid. But then I realized where I was; a sexy strange guy was on top of me. My pussy tingled. I was sopping wet! Dirty, dangerous, cocky as he was I wanted him inside me. Right now! Every way he wanted me…