It was a special time in my life. I had served in the military, was discharged honorably, and was hired to work at a government agency. To complement my job, I decided to finish my college education by taking evening classes at the local urban university. It was a tough grind, working full time and going to school four nights a week, but I enjoyed the challenge.
My normal workday ended around 4:00 pm, and I would arrive on campus around 4:30. Class did not start until six, so I would kill the ninety minutes in the university bookstore.
The store served two purposes and was divided into two rooms. In the front half of the bookstore was a coffee shop. I liked it because it was a place where you could relax with your favorite beverage before class. The back room was where the books were bought and sold. It was a comforting place. I could unwind from my workday with a cup of coffee and read, study, or people-watch. It was a quiet routine that prepared me for the evening classes ahead.
My usual routine was altered one day. I spotted a woman sitting at a table across the room. I noticed a familiar look about her, like I had met her before, but could not place the face. It took a while before it came to me. As I remember it, the woman’s name is Anna Marie. She was a classmate of mine from grade school. I failed to recognize her at first. The shoulder-length hairstyle was different from what I remember. It was the freckled cheeks and pleasing smile that jogged my memory.
I debated whether to approach her or stay anonymously in the background. I concluded this was a unique opportunity, so I got up and went over to say hello.
"Excuse me for interrupting,” I said, “but didn’t we go to grade school together? Is your name Anna Marie?"
“Oh my gosh. It’s you,” she responded.
Anna Marie was genuinely pleased to see me and invited me to sit down. We reminisced about the old days and the old neighborhood before talking about our current lives. There was a definite chemistry between. The more we chatted the more innuendo and double entendre worked its way into the conversation. It made me wonder where our chance meeting might lead.
We talked and laughed for about half an hour. I noticed our coffee cups were empty. I asked Anna Marie if she wanted a refill. She did. As I stood up to take her cup, I noticed a coquettish look on her face. She remarked about my being tall and athletic. Her eyes looked me up and down.
“I like tall, well-built men. It usually means they are big in other places. Are you?”
"That depends on your perspective. Everyone judges differently," I replied with a smile.
“Any chance I can see how you measure up to my imagination?”
“I think you will find it more than adequate. If you want to check it out, I suggest we find a more private place.”
Anna Marie got up, took my hand, and said, “Forget the coffee. Come with me.” She headed for the exit.
I went willingly, knowing full well I would miss class that evening.
The plan was to go to an off-campus college bar called The Retreat. There we could have a couple of drinks and think about where we can go to pursue our pleasure.
The bar is situated four blocks behind the campus on a quiet side street with minimal vehicle traffic. It was a brief walk. We held hands and engaged in light, sometimes risqué, conversation. As we approached the entrance to the bar, I noticed an alleyway. This prompted me to stop suddenly and guide Anna Marie towards the backstreet.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Privacy,” is all I said.
Behind the bar was a back lot. It was well secluded from the sidewalk and the main street. Two cars were parked there, but plenty of clear space remained. The only other object occupying the area was a garbage dumpster. I am sure other couples have used this spot for their romantic trysts.
When we got to the back of the building, I pushed Anna Marie against the brick wall and kissed her passionately. Our tongues were quick to find each other’s. Our sexual desires were about to be realized.
“I want you. Right here. Right now.” The hunger could be heard in my voice.
This was not going to be a gentle encounter. Lust prevailed. Our desires turned bestial. We were both willing prey to the other’s desire.
I clutched Anna Marie’s wrists and pinned them to the brick wall. I lowered my head and began to bite at the side of her neck just below the ear. She tried to wiggle free, but it was pointless; my grip was too strong for her to escape. She gasped and moaned as I held firm and continued to nuzzle her neck.
When I let go of her wrists, she immediately threw her arms around my neck, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed tightly together. Anna Marie hooked her right leg behind my left and proceeded to rub her groin against my thigh. Sounding breathless, she said, “Take me. My cunt aches for your cock.”
I ignored the request. “Not yet. I want to savor this moment before I fuck you.”
I slid a hand beneath the university sweatshirt she was wearing. The thick fleece material could not hide the fact that she wore no bra. Her nipples had been poking the fabric since I made my approach at the bookstore. I had to feel them, see them, play with them.
Her breasts were bigger than a handful. They were soft, pliable, and sported hard nipples. I squeezed gently.
Anna Marie protested. “Rough. Get rough with them. That’s how I like it. Squeeze hard. Pull on them. Pinch and twist my nipples,” she insisted.
My large hands mauled her breasts. I tightened my grasp until I could feel bits of flesh ooze through the gaps in my fingers. Anna Marie continued to hump my leg increasing the pressure on her inflamed groin. It signaled she liked the assault on her breasts.
Anna Marie pulled the sweatshirt up and over her head and tossed it to the ground. She proudly stood before me, displaying nature’s generous gift.
Round, full, medium-sized breasts sat high and upright on her chest. The areolas and nipples were a pale pink, a trait common in blonde women. The color was accentuated by her unblemished skin. Those tasty nuggets, already erect, were a temptation for my hungry mouth. I latched onto a nipple to satisfy my lust-filled appetite.
Anna Marie approved. “That’s it, baby. Suck on it.” Other demands followed, “Bite them. Pinch them hard. Pull on them with your teeth.”
My mouth busily honored her requests. First, I latched on to the left nipple before switching to the right. The moans made it clear. She favored rough handling. I did not disappoint.
My hands found the waist button of her jeans. I undid it, giving me space for my hand to explore the womanly treasure I was about to claim. As I eased my hand down, I discovered the absence of panties. What my fingers did feel was the tuft of hair surrounding her pussy.
Anna Marie was a natural woman, a throwback to the hippie generation. No make up, no bra, no panties, faded and patched jeans, sandals, a hairy pussy, all trademarks of a woman who hung onto the 1960’s. It suited her. She wore it well.
I covered her pussy with my hand. I could feel the damp heat against my palm. I rubbed the outer lips before dipping a finger inside her. That finger was met with overwhelming wetness. Anna Marie groaned and pushed my finger deeper into her. Then she began to grind.
Anna Marie was not shy about saying what she wanted. “Fuck me with two fingers,” she urgently requested.
A second finger went in easily. I moved them in and out. Sometimes I stirred the creamy pot. My thumb searched and found her clit. Anna Marie shivered as I touched and rubbed it. Her hips began to grind wildly against my hand while her mouth spewed moans and obscenities. I introduced a third finger. Anna Marie reacted by shouting, “Fuck you…Fuck you…Fuck me!”
Our desires grew more urgent, more intense. Anna Marie grabbed my wrist. “I need to taste my excitement,” she said. “Let me lick your fingers.”
My fingers were covered with her secretions. She consumed the slick digits like a half-starved woman. She licked and sucked away all the juices. Her wanton action made me desire her more. The thought of those lips and mouth doing their work on my cock instead of my fingers became an obsession. I had to have her that way. The words spilled out of me, “Get on your knees.”
“Yes…yes,” came the breathy response. “I want your dick in my mouth,” she said while dropping to the ground.
She knelt in front of me, her gaze fixed on the bulge straining against the fabric of my pants. “Show it to me. I have imagined it, but I need to see it.”
“You want it? You must take it,” I told her.
Anna Marie was so eager that she anxiously fumbled with my pants zipper and belt. Once loosened, and after a couple of tugs at the waistband, my slacks fell a little below mid-thigh. The sight of my cock, although encased by a pair of boxer briefs, brought about an audible gasp.
The boxer's knitted material clung to my body, outlining everything in near detail. Anna Marie was staring at the area that covered my male member. It remained concealed and restrained by the undergarment, but its size was obvious. Anna Marie took notice and reacted like a child at Christmas who frantically rips the wrapping off her gifts.
She lowered my boxers swiftly and with a measure of force. My erection, freed of restraint, proudly pointed directly at Anna Marie. She eagerly gripped the shaft with both hands.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “I imagined you were of nice size, but nothing like this.” Then came the muffled sounds of her voice as she introduced the inside of her mouth to my manhood. Whatever else she said did not matter. Having her on her knees, cock in mouth, was all I needed to know.
The level of a woman’s sexual experience is easily ascertained by how she sucks a cock. I knew right away that Anna Marie was a sexually experienced woman. She had done this many times before. It was all in the way she moved her mouth. She varied how much length she would take with each stroke. Then there is the amount of pressure applied with the lips. Also, the tongue never remains still. It moves, touching all the right sensitive spots. Hands are used in different ways. They stroke the shaft, wander to the balls, ass, and other erogenous areas within reach. She did it all. Her skill could bring any man to a swift orgasm, but she was experienced enough not to let that happen too quickly.
“Stand,” I told her. The word came out of my mouth sounding more like a demand than a request. “Turn and face the wall.”
Anna Marie responded silently and obediently. I gazed at her like she were a work of art. In many ways, she was. It was the first time I got a good view of her from that angle. It was a sight to behold. She had a long, fairly white-skinned back that sat atop a luscious derriere. She had a thick, apple-bottom-shaped backside. It was dotted with the same faded freckles that adorned her face and bosom. The urge to bite into that apple was overpowering.
Anna Marie moaned as my teeth gently bit and kissed each buttock. She jumped as I parted her cheeks and licked the pink rosebud asshole. She squirmed and squealed the more attention I gave to it.
“Spank my ass!” Anna Marie cried out. “Treat me like a whore…your whore. Make it sting.”
I did just that. I swatted her butt cheeks. The sharp sound echoed off the brick wall. It took only a couple of spanks before the white skin of her ass started to show a pink, rosy hue. As I delivered a few more blows, she vigorously fingered her pussy. She liked playing the part of a wanton whore, and she played it well.
Anna Marie begged for more. “Spear my cunt with your big dick. I need you inside me. I want to cum all over it.”
She bent over at the waist. The palms of her hands were placed against the brick wall. She used it for leverage and to steady herself. Her feet were spread about shoulder width apart and she stuck out her ass. The main target, her pussy, was perfectly aligned with my stiff member.
Anna Marie pleaded her case. “My cunt is yours. Take it. I need your dick inside me.”
I moved forward placing the head of my cock at the doorway to her pussy. I could feel the heat and the moisture present on her labia. Another push forward and my cockhead parted those lips. I slowly pushed inside. Although wet, the attempt of further entry was slowed by Anna Marie’s vaginal walls. Time was needed to respond and relax to the width of my penile shaft. The progression was not painful. On the contrary, Anna Marie moaned loudly and pushed back with her hips to assist further entry.
“Stretch my cunt. Open it wide. I want it all,” she said.
It did not take long for the adjustment to occur. The fit was snug as I snaked the full ten inches into her. Anna Marie’s body was built for sex. Some women I have enjoyed could not withstand the full measure and thickness of my cock, but Anna Marie craved it, and I let her have it all.
With my cock firmly and fully in place I found a steady in-and-out rhythm. Anna Marie quickly adapted to match it. Our fucking was in synch. I felt so much lust for her that I wanted to impaled her with my cock, but I held back. I did not want to expend myself too soon. She had other ideas.
“Fuck me harder, faster, tear my cunt up!” she yelled at me.
I began to respond when I heard a noise. It was the sound of a screen door opening and closing. Anna Marie and I looked over. We saw a young man in a white t-shirt, denim jeans, and wearing a long white apron. He was carrying a couple bags of garbage and walking toward the dumpster.
The receptacle stood about ten yards from where we were fucking. Neither Anna Marie nor I flinched as the stranger drew near. We kept on fucking. The young man completed his task, stood, and watched us for a few minutes while he smoked a cigarette. Words were never exchanged. When he was done, he crushed out the cigarette with his foot, gave us a thumbs up, and returned inside to finish his shift. A certain air of excitement was added by the incident. The pace of out fucking became more frantic as a result.
I watched my cock plow in and out of Anna Marie and listened to her steady stream of “fuck me” and moans. I felt my balls begin to tighten, signaling an approach to the point of no return. Anna Marie felt something of her own.
“Mother fuck!” she shouted, and then the inner walls of her vagina began to milk and strangle my cock. Her body shuddered, and I felt my cock being bathed in warm liquid. Anna Marie was moaning loudly at this point. Her legs weakened, and she teetered as if she might fall. Her orgasm coursed through her body in waves of ecstasy, slowly diminishing. But she was not done, her sexual appetite not yet sated.
“I want your dick in my mouth,” she demanded. “I need to taste your cum-covered dick and then I want to drink your cum. I want it to fill my mouth and then my belly.”
Anna Marie did not wait for a response. She dropped to her knees and immediately began to suck my cock. She enthusiastically consumed nearly all of my shaft. Her oral skills were incredible. My orgasm quickly approached.
I let out a loud grunt as my semen shot into her. Anna Marie’s lips held tight acting as a dam so no cum would escape from her mouth. She swallowed fast to keep up with each release of liquid spurting from my cock until the ejaculate stopped. Not a drop was lost.
Afterwards my dick rested in Anna Marie’s mouth. She did not want to let go. When she finally did, she stood, faced me, and gave me a soulful kiss. I could taste the remnants of my cum as I played with her tongue. The kiss was interrupted by the sound of clapping. Our heads turned to see that the young bar employee had returned. He must have been watching us. For how long, we did not know. We did not care. He gave us a wink before he left and went back inside.
We dressed and left the alley. Anna Marie gave me her phone number. “Call me anytime if you want to do this some more. My mouth and cunt will always be available.”
I thanked her and gave her a kiss before parting company. I went home happy. I knew there would be more reunions with Anna Marie in the very near future.
