Sidetracked

“How much for a good time, baby?” you hear from behind you. The nerve of some people. You wheel around to see who could possibly be so rude.

Shock. Six feet of strikingly handsome boy stands before you. His hair is shaggy, yet you can tell it’s cut that way. Blonde. It matches the decent goatee circling the man’s perfect lips. He leans against a brick wall, hidden from the road in the alley you’re standing by. He is obviously toned, you can tell even through the baggy clothes he wears. He brings his hand up to his lips and takes a long drag of the joint between his fingers.

“So how much then?” he smiles at you. That smile. You can tell he’s only taunting you, he knows you’re not a hooker. What the hell, you think to yourself, I’m dressed for the occasion and I was hoping to get a good fuck out of tonight.

You approach him slowly, letting him watch your hips sway. You can see his eyes drinking in the silky soft thighs spilling from your miniskirt, the garment leaving little to the stoner’s imagination. Your chest jiggles softly with each step.

You stop just short of him. “How’s about you let me have some of that joint and we’ll see if we can’t accommodate you.” You lick your lips. He can’t resist. His hand juts out and you take the joint from his grasp. You take a long drag from it before you blow the smoke in his face.

“By the way, my name’s Jane.”

“I’m Steve,” he responds as you hand him back the joint. He finishes it with a final, long drag. Before he can exhale, you’re up against him, lips pressed firmly against Steve’s. You suck the smoke from his mouth, toke it for a moment, then blow it to the side.

Your lips are back against his in a second. Your arms reach around his neck and his hands make their way to your sides, caressing along your slender frame and sneaking gropes at your chest through your tube top. Tongues tangle between your lips. You press your body right up against the handsome stranger, letting him feel your soft chest against his toned pecks. Your thigh lifts up. It rubs against his. You can feel the bulge quickly growing within the stoner’s baggy pants as you swap saliva. You start to grind your hips against his, the bulge underneath your skirt and rubbing at the crotch of your thong panties. Wet in no time. It seems you’ve been wanting a good fuck since you haven’t gotten any in awhile.

Then again, you think to yourself, I haven’t gotten a nice mouthful of cum in awhile. You continue to rub your wet panties against Steve’s growing bulge, trying to decide how to proceed.