Antiques and Lurid Tales

Hey folks!!! I know it’s been a while since I had last written anything. Things have been rather hectic and goofy but I’ll survive. I managed to squeeze in time to write another story. Your responses have been overwhelming. I’m sorry I can’t reply to everyone, but I do welcome comments and feedback. This is another recount of a real life incident. I hope it strikes your fancy. Are you ready…? Let’s begin…

Well the doctor told me to lose some weight. LOL…Yeah right. I’ve been thick all my life; short and thick. Besides that, I’m a girl who likes to eat. I don’t pick at my food, I EAT!!! Anyways, I need to ditch some pounds, work out, and attempt to stay on a diet. Well, the gyms were out because I can’t see putting up money for someplace I may never go. I figured walking would be a good start, baby steps, you know? If I managed to shed a few pounds maybe I would do a gym membership. So I have this nifty park near my house: it surrounds a small lake and the city made some major improvements to the path ways. I began a regiment of walking a few days a week around the lake, each week just a bit further before turning around. One day, as I made my way to the furthest point ever, I caught a glimpse of some guy pleasuring himself in the wooded area. He was lazily stroking with not a care in the world; kind of erotic, slightly dangerous. But for some reason I was mesmerized. I kept a glare on him until I rounded a bend and poof he was gone. The sun was setting so I figured I’d turn around and head back. Coming around the bend, I was hoping he would still be there. As I said, it was erotic watching him have a bit of solo fun. My pace quickened in anticipation. Coming back up on the area, I saw him, he was still there. Then I gazed down and saw another man on his knees in front of him. Oh my fucking GOD!! That was the hottest thing ever; a male pleasuring another male. I just stood there and watched. I’m still having a hard time, to this day, finding words that adequately express what I was feeling. Suffice it to say, I was aroused. I so desired those two gentlemen just to take me right there. I would have freely given it to them. I watched until the man standing reached his climax, then figured the show was over. I quick-stepped it out of there. My knees were weak by the time I made it back to my car. Was it the walk or what I saw and the subsequent feelings? In either case, I trembled all the way home. And of course, I had to take care of myself.

The next day, I skipped my walk, rain. UGH!!!  I like the rain, love thunderstorms, but I wanted to see another show. To this day, I have a fixation with male on male or MMF erotica. I know I’m weird but I  have learned if it feels good, just do it. Labels and stereotypes need to go. We should all be the animals we are!!! I read up and viewed all sorts of male on male stuff. Turns out, what I saw at the park has a name: they call it cruising. I always thought cruising was driving up and down a main drag somewhere; silly me. As I investigated the activity more, it turns out it’s not restricted to parks. You boys who are reading this now, you’ve probably tried it or done it.  If you have, I want details. Parks, restrooms, malls, and adult video places seem to be the norm. One area I never would have thought as erotic are antique stores. I always figured those were dusty old places full of grandma’s junk. Who would have thought they are “hookup” places? I have to see this.

A couple of weeks later, and yes I was a good girl and did walk in the interim,  I decided to check these stores out. There’s a town, on the outskirts, that has a strip of nothing but antique malls. I drove there, getting more aroused in the process, thinking about the possibilities if I encountered something torrid going on. My first stop, I was horny!!!!!!! (It’s a 45 minute drive to get out there, so that’s a whole heap of daydreaming.) I was ready. Into the shop, lots of junk, lots of pieces needing restoration and nothing more. OK, so I struck out. I won’t bore you with the details of the fruitless expeditions. I managed to hit seven stores with no luck; the eighth one, however, was a bit more exciting.

I had given up on my hopes of finding a couple of guys snuggled up in some corner. I did, however, have the notion to see what the other stores had to offer; I actually wanted to see their restored items. I have an old piano that needs a touch up. I perused the shop while the care taker was helping another customer. And my my my, for an older man he was attractive. I guessed him in his late 50’s, salt and pepper hair, tall and husky. I like a man with some meat on their bones; muscles, of course, but none of those wanna be body builders. I circled the shop before he said hello to me. Thick Texan accent…hubba hubba. He inquired if there was anything I wanted to buy or if I had any questions. I told him about my quest about finding a reputable person to restore my piano. He went into his spiel about how the procedure is done, the care taken, and the quality of their work. I was given a tour of the repair area to settle any more concerns I had. Deciding I would do business with them, I was asked to fill out some paperwork. I sat along side him at his desk, filling in all the information. Upon finishing the documents, he twisted in his chair and asked if there’s anything more I needed.

To this day I can’t tell you why I did it. Maybe I wanted some fulfillment considering I struck out at the other stores but…I put my foot to his groin and rubbed up and down. Told him I wanted to show him “my appreciation.” I hopped out of my seat, knelt down between his legs, and ran my hands over his crotch. I could feel him grow in his jeans. He stammered and stuttered and gave me all the obligatory “we shouldn’t do this” lines. I went ahead anyway. I was horny, and at this point I didn’t care. Besides that, he was about to get a chunk of my money; I supposed I should get more value for my dollar. On my knees, in front of this guy I didn’t know, inside an operational store, has to be the epitome of bold. I placed my hand on his chest as the other fumbled for his zipper. Holding him at bay ensured that, at the least, I was gonna see what was beneath those jeans.  He relented, and helped me lowered his jeans. See boys, there’s no reason to halt a woman once her mind is made up.

After releasing his penis, from that awful confinement of his trousers, I got to see what he was packing. It was average, girthy, and veiny; very workable. I proceeded, then, to give him a nice, slow blowjob. It didn’t take long; he climaxed into my waiting mouth and deflated just as rapidly. I was sort of disappointed, I had hoped he could hold out longer. I wanted to savor it, take my time with it, because it may never happen again. (It did, we played many times later.) I told him there’s more to be had should he ever want it. I took one of his hands and placed it on my boob; the look in his eye was precious, like a child with a new toy. Finalizing our dealings, I exited and made the trek home. Once I got there, there was another “Jilling” marathon on and I tried to locate more places where boys play.

OK folks, there you have it. There’s another true story. Probably not descriptive enough for some of you people but it is what it is. Will write out more, as time allows. Keep those comments and remarks coming.  I’ll respond as I can, and who knows maybe we will become friends.

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