Straight Male / 46
About three years ago, I moved back to where I grew up to help take care of my family when my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I had just gone through a messy divorce and was trying to figure out how to rebuild my life, so I left a nice job in the city, sold as much as I could let go of, and loaded up for middle of nowhere, USA. My roots. It's one of those towns where, when you get out of high school (if you finish at all) you go to work in a factory or go to a technical school nearby and hopefully make it. A lot of people don't get out of there, I did, and I've always been proud of that fact. It changes you, though, and this was apparent from day one back home from the lack of good food to the topics of conversation to even what people wear. Everything's about five to ten years behind, it seems.
So settling into a small house, I started my usual routines in town; go to the grocery store, get gas, pay bills, all that. One day I ran into Misty, a girl I briefly dated in High School, coming out of the post office. And I actually ran into her, no joke, moving a little too fast. Misty has green eyes, blonde hair that she always seems to wear in a pony tail, decent skin, skinny body with small tits (my favorite). She was wearing a camo jacket that day, not even joking, with jeans tucked into ugg-style boots. She has a strong accent, even for the area, and talks one step above calling everyone "honey," you know the type. We talked for a bit, exchanged numbers, agreed to get together for coffee soon (Waffle House, only place for coffee in town...).
We met about a week later, and I'm pleased by what she wore. She put some makeup, although a little too much around the eyes and there was glitter involved; she's wearing a tight t-shirt like a baseball tee, jeans (the ones with the designs on the pockets), boots, ponytail as usual. We catch up-she's divorced as well, has a nearly ten-year-old daughter who wants to play softball next year, and is working her ass off trying to be a single mom. Pretty much everything I went to college to avoid, to a tee. As we talk, I can tell she's really into my city experiences-I tell he about the parks, and the food, and all the events I got to go to, all the different kind of people I meet. It sounds wonderful, she says. I'm being a bit of an ass, it really is, I say.
As we are finishing up, she says let's go for a ride, let me show you what's new in town. Okay, I say, my car or yours? Your's, she says quickly, then says I'll be right back. She walks out and I watch her head toward her car-an old beater SUV, at least ten years old, and grab something out of it. Looks like cigarettes (I hate smoking personally). I pay and meet her outside, she lights up. I didn't want to smoke in your car, she says. I look over at my car, the Mazda RX8 I managed to keep in the divorce, and thank her for that. No one smokes in my car.
We ride around a bit and she's chatting to me about every store that's moved in, every new feature and building, who's died, what's moved, you get the idea. She's touching my arm a lot to get my attention, and giving me directions like a little redneck GPS. It's cute, really cute, she's actually more animated doing this than our conversation over coffee. She points out flying hawks and even spots some deer. She asks if I hunt, I don't.
At one intersection, the only red light in town, our hands kind of fell on top of one another's and I gave her hand a squeeze. She was looking out the window, so it was completely accidental, but she looks back at me and squeezes me back, smiling. A few wrinkles around the eyes, but there's the girl I remember dating. Kind of a neat moment.
She directs me to a parking lot by the ball fields and has me park. We go and play on the swings, full adults swinging and talking, completely absurd. We walk around more, hold hands a bit more and she leans into me, taking my hand in both of hers. Her hands are strong, not rough, but definitely not super soft like my ex-wife's. She's worked in the factories here in town, not surprising. She kisses my cheek playfully. We head back to the car and just before we get in, I kiss her mouth long and gently, tasting those cigarettes but not caring. I take her face in my hands, and just let her have it. Her hands drop to her sides, her eyes closed, and she's in a daze. I took her back to her car after that. I knew she was ready to fuck, as she was rubbing my leg getting closer to my crotch the whole time, nibbling my ears, playing with my hair. It was nice.
Two weeks later, after a few more of these kinds of encounters, she invites me to a BBQ hosted by some folks we went to school with. It's dreadful - bad burgers, bad beer, bad conversation about how much everyone hates Obama (I voted for him, so I kept my mouth shut). Horseshoes was the only activity other than walking around the park, so she and I take a walk and find ourselves in a secluded spot that cuts through a small wood. We're not an item by any means (I had met her daughter about a week before), but she was holding my hand in front of everyone and introducing me to her friends and everyone I'd forgotten, so proud that I she was on my arm. She actually wore a dress that day, too, surprised me. Anyway, she made her move here, pushing me off the path behind a tree and kissing me passionately. She tasted like cherry Chap Stick, of course, and smelled like Bath & Body Works, overpowering and slightly cheap. Her hand was down my pants, too. I need you so bad, she said, you can't keep doing this to me. Just like that, she was down and blowing me, sucking me so hard it hurt. I took hold of her pony tail and mouth fucked her, I didn't care at this point about trying to keep distance. She didn't stop until my balls were completely emptied into her mouth, she swallowed every drop. She came back up, surprisingly spry in a dress and cowboy boots with one hand on my cock, and kissed me, hard. I expected to taste cum, didn't. Then I heard giggling, and Misty hollered at them and they took off. Anna, she says, rolling her eyes (her best friend). I told her I was going to get you today, she says, guess she saw us walk off and wanted to see. With that, Misty takes my hand and puts it up her dress, under her panties, to a sopping wet pussy, completely hairless. Take me home now, she says in my ear, I want your dick. I pull my hand out of her panties, press those fingers into her mouth and she sucks them clean. How do you taste, I ask. You're about to find out, her reply.
I take her home, not the nicest place, but her place, and old house probably about the size of most apartments. The whole house is clean, though, and again smells like Bath & Body Works. No indoor dogs, thank God. Her bedroom has dim lighting and an OLD bed that's saggy, but it's made and the sheets are decent, a pale pink set. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, those boots hitting my back. Sorry, she says. I lay her on the bed and pull them off delicately, then go for those tiny panties, pulling them down fast while she pulls her dress over her head to expose those puffy little milf tits. That body lotion is EVERYWHERE, even her crotch as I go in to lick her pussy, which is glistening from being wet earlier. Looking down, her panties are wet. I push her legs up in the air, and go to work and she wiggles and cums in just a couple of minutes, grabbing my hair while she grinds her sex into my face. I get up off the floor and move her off the edge of the bed, she sits up and grabs my crotch, unzipping my pants and going straight for my balls, licking and sucking like it's her favorite ice cream. I pull her pony tail and push her back on the bed, roll her over, and enter her prone bone style from behind. It is a heavenly feeling as I pound her into the bed. Keeping fucking me baby, she says several times, I'm gonna cum. That accent makes every syllable deliciously long and slow. She tenses up and starts squeezing my cock with her pussy, she's yelling into her pillows. I pull them aside so she rings out loud and clear. With my own grunt and a shove, I cum inside her and moan in her ear how good she is, saying her name a few times as I spurt into her. I bite on her neck a few times, then turn over and pull out of her. Initially, no cum slides out of her, but with a little rubbing, it starts to show. That's mine, she says, oh my God that was good. She's sweaty, flushed, and her makeup is smeared, especially her eye makeup. Her ponytail is messy. Such a good fuck.
Misty and I had a handful of good fucks like this while we were together. Ultimately, we didn't make it. We got into a pretty nasty argument one day and she says you think you're better than me. I didn't say otherwise, so that was pretty much it. I wanted to move her to the city, she wouldn't hear of it. My mother got better, our relationship started to fizzle and get rocky, so we cut ties and I moved on. I'll never forget my little romance, though, with my little white trash princess. She didn't ask for my money like I expected; she didn't have an STD like I would have figured; she did stop smoking while we were together, which was nice. Truthfully, we had nothing in common, but she was trying. I caught her reading news articles on my laptop a few times when we were together - they made her really mad and we talked about why that was the case. She was talking about going back to school, though I don't think she really wanted to but was trying to please me in some way. The more I think about it, there could have been something real there, but instead, she kind of broke my heart and I ran away instead of trying to build something more with her. Rather than try, I just let it (and her) go.
So settling into a small house, I started my usual routines in town; go to the grocery store, get gas, pay bills, all that. One day I ran into Misty, a girl I briefly dated in High School, coming out of the post office. And I actually ran into her, no joke, moving a little too fast. Misty has green eyes, blonde hair that she always seems to wear in a pony tail, decent skin, skinny body with small tits (my favorite). She was wearing a camo jacket that day, not even joking, with jeans tucked into ugg-style boots. She has a strong accent, even for the area, and talks one step above calling everyone "honey," you know the type. We talked for a bit, exchanged numbers, agreed to get together for coffee soon (Waffle House, only place for coffee in town...).
We met about a week later, and I'm pleased by what she wore. She put some makeup, although a little too much around the eyes and there was glitter involved; she's wearing a tight t-shirt like a baseball tee, jeans (the ones with the designs on the pockets), boots, ponytail as usual. We catch up-she's divorced as well, has a nearly ten-year-old daughter who wants to play softball next year, and is working her ass off trying to be a single mom. Pretty much everything I went to college to avoid, to a tee. As we talk, I can tell she's really into my city experiences-I tell he about the parks, and the food, and all the events I got to go to, all the different kind of people I meet. It sounds wonderful, she says. I'm being a bit of an ass, it really is, I say.
As we are finishing up, she says let's go for a ride, let me show you what's new in town. Okay, I say, my car or yours? Your's, she says quickly, then says I'll be right back. She walks out and I watch her head toward her car-an old beater SUV, at least ten years old, and grab something out of it. Looks like cigarettes (I hate smoking personally). I pay and meet her outside, she lights up. I didn't want to smoke in your car, she says. I look over at my car, the Mazda RX8 I managed to keep in the divorce, and thank her for that. No one smokes in my car.
We ride around a bit and she's chatting to me about every store that's moved in, every new feature and building, who's died, what's moved, you get the idea. She's touching my arm a lot to get my attention, and giving me directions like a little redneck GPS. It's cute, really cute, she's actually more animated doing this than our conversation over coffee. She points out flying hawks and even spots some deer. She asks if I hunt, I don't.
At one intersection, the only red light in town, our hands kind of fell on top of one another's and I gave her hand a squeeze. She was looking out the window, so it was completely accidental, but she looks back at me and squeezes me back, smiling. A few wrinkles around the eyes, but there's the girl I remember dating. Kind of a neat moment.
She directs me to a parking lot by the ball fields and has me park. We go and play on the swings, full adults swinging and talking, completely absurd. We walk around more, hold hands a bit more and she leans into me, taking my hand in both of hers. Her hands are strong, not rough, but definitely not super soft like my ex-wife's. She's worked in the factories here in town, not surprising. She kisses my cheek playfully. We head back to the car and just before we get in, I kiss her mouth long and gently, tasting those cigarettes but not caring. I take her face in my hands, and just let her have it. Her hands drop to her sides, her eyes closed, and she's in a daze. I took her back to her car after that. I knew she was ready to fuck, as she was rubbing my leg getting closer to my crotch the whole time, nibbling my ears, playing with my hair. It was nice.
Two weeks later, after a few more of these kinds of encounters, she invites me to a BBQ hosted by some folks we went to school with. It's dreadful - bad burgers, bad beer, bad conversation about how much everyone hates Obama (I voted for him, so I kept my mouth shut). Horseshoes was the only activity other than walking around the park, so she and I take a walk and find ourselves in a secluded spot that cuts through a small wood. We're not an item by any means (I had met her daughter about a week before), but she was holding my hand in front of everyone and introducing me to her friends and everyone I'd forgotten, so proud that I she was on my arm. She actually wore a dress that day, too, surprised me. Anyway, she made her move here, pushing me off the path behind a tree and kissing me passionately. She tasted like cherry Chap Stick, of course, and smelled like Bath & Body Works, overpowering and slightly cheap. Her hand was down my pants, too. I need you so bad, she said, you can't keep doing this to me. Just like that, she was down and blowing me, sucking me so hard it hurt. I took hold of her pony tail and mouth fucked her, I didn't care at this point about trying to keep distance. She didn't stop until my balls were completely emptied into her mouth, she swallowed every drop. She came back up, surprisingly spry in a dress and cowboy boots with one hand on my cock, and kissed me, hard. I expected to taste cum, didn't. Then I heard giggling, and Misty hollered at them and they took off. Anna, she says, rolling her eyes (her best friend). I told her I was going to get you today, she says, guess she saw us walk off and wanted to see. With that, Misty takes my hand and puts it up her dress, under her panties, to a sopping wet pussy, completely hairless. Take me home now, she says in my ear, I want your dick. I pull my hand out of her panties, press those fingers into her mouth and she sucks them clean. How do you taste, I ask. You're about to find out, her reply.
I take her home, not the nicest place, but her place, and old house probably about the size of most apartments. The whole house is clean, though, and again smells like Bath & Body Works. No indoor dogs, thank God. Her bedroom has dim lighting and an OLD bed that's saggy, but it's made and the sheets are decent, a pale pink set. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, those boots hitting my back. Sorry, she says. I lay her on the bed and pull them off delicately, then go for those tiny panties, pulling them down fast while she pulls her dress over her head to expose those puffy little milf tits. That body lotion is EVERYWHERE, even her crotch as I go in to lick her pussy, which is glistening from being wet earlier. Looking down, her panties are wet. I push her legs up in the air, and go to work and she wiggles and cums in just a couple of minutes, grabbing my hair while she grinds her sex into my face. I get up off the floor and move her off the edge of the bed, she sits up and grabs my crotch, unzipping my pants and going straight for my balls, licking and sucking like it's her favorite ice cream. I pull her pony tail and push her back on the bed, roll her over, and enter her prone bone style from behind. It is a heavenly feeling as I pound her into the bed. Keeping fucking me baby, she says several times, I'm gonna cum. That accent makes every syllable deliciously long and slow. She tenses up and starts squeezing my cock with her pussy, she's yelling into her pillows. I pull them aside so she rings out loud and clear. With my own grunt and a shove, I cum inside her and moan in her ear how good she is, saying her name a few times as I spurt into her. I bite on her neck a few times, then turn over and pull out of her. Initially, no cum slides out of her, but with a little rubbing, it starts to show. That's mine, she says, oh my God that was good. She's sweaty, flushed, and her makeup is smeared, especially her eye makeup. Her ponytail is messy. Such a good fuck.
Misty and I had a handful of good fucks like this while we were together. Ultimately, we didn't make it. We got into a pretty nasty argument one day and she says you think you're better than me. I didn't say otherwise, so that was pretty much it. I wanted to move her to the city, she wouldn't hear of it. My mother got better, our relationship started to fizzle and get rocky, so we cut ties and I moved on. I'll never forget my little romance, though, with my little white trash princess. She didn't ask for my money like I expected; she didn't have an STD like I would have figured; she did stop smoking while we were together, which was nice. Truthfully, we had nothing in common, but she was trying. I caught her reading news articles on my laptop a few times when we were together - they made her really mad and we talked about why that was the case. She was talking about going back to school, though I don't think she really wanted to but was trying to please me in some way. The more I think about it, there could have been something real there, but instead, she kind of broke my heart and I ran away instead of trying to build something more with her. Rather than try, I just let it (and her) go.
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