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Thanks for Coming

Every so often there's a person that comes along that you instantly lust after. Maybe it's a co-worker, a cashier at the store, or some random person that crosses your path. This story is about one such scenario where I instantly fell in lust with a man I saw at the store. I like to think that this is what would have happened if I had had the courage to talk to him that day.

I welcome your feedback and hope that you enjoy my story!

All characters are over the age of 18.


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I glance at my list to make sure that I have everything I need before heading to the check-out lanes. The store's not too busy this time of day so I'm able to maneuver my cart around with little difficulty as I make my way through the aisles.

'Great, only two lanes are open,' I think to myself and quickly decide which is the lesser of the two evils. One lane has three people while the other has four. Sighing in frustration I push my way towards the shorter line and lean on my cart to wait. Living in a small town has its perks but having one store for everyone's needs and then only staffing two lanes was not one of them.

I don't even notice the man in front of me until I accidentally push my cart into his legs when I lean too hard on it and push it forward.

"I am so sorry! Are you okay?" I ask as he turns around to see what's going on behind him. I'm instantly at a loss for words when he turns to face me. He's not handsome in the classic sense but his rugged looks are what turns me on the most. He's dressed in a simple worn work shirt and jeans, a sweat-stained black cowboy hat and dusty work boots. As I stare, the lines around his mouth deepen and I realize he's quite a bit older than me. Maybe 20-30 years? To be honest, I can't say what it is about him that is affecting me this way but for the first time in my life I know what lust is and I realize that I really, really want this man.

Visions of his cock disappearing into my mouth are interrupted with a start when I realize that he's talking to me!

"Um, I'm sorry. What was that?" I try not to stare but it's hard not to at this point. At 31, I'm not a blushing virgin and have been with several men over the years but you'd think that I was a cock-hungry slut the way I was thinking about this complete stranger!

"I said I'm good," his voice is sexy and I try not to get distracted again by pressing my fingernails into my palms, wincing at the pain.

"Oh, right. Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Well, okay then." He is at the front of the line so he moves his attention away from me. My eyes gaze at his ass then move back up to find that he's looking right at me! My cheeks get hot in embarrassment and I look away.

I wage an inner war with myself over what to say or do next the whole time he is checking out and it's not until I see that he is almost done that I decide to write my name and number on a piece of paper to hand to him. My hands are shaking with nerves as I walk around my cart, "Excuse me?" I sound more calm than I feel as he turns to look back at me.

"Um, I want you to have this," I say. "I, um, well...call me if you ever need anything. Or want to sue me for damages from my cart," I say this as a joke but it just comes out all wrong and I cringe inwardly. 'Smooth, genius' I think.

His eyes flick down to the paper before coming back up to meet mine, his lips curling up into a shy smile before taking it from me. I'm not sure what he thinks of me at this point but all I know is that this latest turn of events is not going like I had played it out in my head. I'm not sure what I thought was going to even happen and really don't expect him to ever call me.

"Thanks. My names Curt, by the way."

"Diane."

"Nice meeting you."

"You too." He holds the paper up in a farewell wave as I turn back to unload my cart. Thankfully nobody else was behind me so I take my time, thinking about what had just happened.

It's only when I look up at my cashier that I see her huge grin at what had just taken place. I'm sure people exchange numbers all the time in public but it probably wasn't that common in the check-out lane at Wal-Mart and I knew it was going to be the gossip of the day, especially when I realize she's the mother of one of my students.

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The ringing of my phone has me scrambling to figure out where it went. I'm grading homework and papers are scattered all around me on the floor as I pause to figure out where the ringing is coming from. Aha! I grab it on the last ring, thinking it's my mom wanting to know what I'm bringing to the barbecue tomorrow.

"Hello?"

All I hear is silence so I repeat myself, "Hello? Mom?" I pull the phone from my ear to look at the number, and not recognizing it, I again repeat, "Hello? Who's this?"

"Um, hi. This is Curt." I almost choke on the sip of wine I had just taken when I hear his words. I had forgotten all about giving him my number once I had become absorbed in the task of grading eleventh grade Algebra homework so his call had taken me by surprise.

"Is this a bad time?" he asks when he is met with nothing but silence.

"No, no. I'm just doing homework. I mean, I'm grading homework...for my students. I'm a teacher," I rush to explain.

His soft laugh eases my nerves some but my heart is pounding in my chest. "I just wanted to call and say that I've decided not to file a law suit. You know, I could have had serious leg damage. Good thing you're so good looking or I might have really considered it." I can hear the teasing in his tone so I decide to just roll with it.

"Is that so?"

"Yep. But..."

"But what?" I ask

"You have to grab a drink with me at the bar."

"What? Now?!" I glance at the clock and see that it's almost nine.

"Well, I'm only in town for the weekend and head out on Monday. So, yeah."

"Oh, well I guess."

"Geez! Way to bruise a man's ego, Diane."

"No, no, no! I didn't mean it that way," I rush to explain before I manage to offend him further. "I'm not dressed to go out but give me thirty minutes and I'll be there. Which bar? PJ's or Larry's?"

"I'm teasing, honey," he rushes to assure me. "Which one is better? I've never been to either one."

"Well, PJ's is pretty cheap and they have pool tables while Larry's has live bands on Friday nights." Almost as an afterthought I add, "Or you could just come here." I slap a hand to my mouth and silently groan at my forwardness, my eye searching out the ceiling in embarrassment.

"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear the last part because I don't think that you actually meant for that to come out. So, let's see. Live music but we can't hear each other or a game of pool in awkward silence. You're choice, darlin'."

I'm not in the habit of bringing strange men home but I feel strangely safe with him. Hard to believe since he's a complete stranger but I have pretty good radar for men and nothing had pinged to make me wonder about him yet.

"Actually, why don't you come here? I have booze and it'd be much quieter than the bar." I quickly explain my reasoning of being a high school teacher and not wanting to be seen picking up a man at the bar, especially in a small town where everybody talks.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm sure." I give him the address and directions and say goodbye.

I glance around the living room and rush to put the papers on the floor into a pile, setting them on the kitchen table as I rush to my bedroom to find something to wear and to throw on some make-up. I only have 20 minutes so I coat my lashes with some mascara and dab my cheeks with blush, squirting on some body spray for good measure. My dress hits just above my knees to show off my toned legs and it's low cut enough to show my modest cleavage without being too low to display everything I have. I quickly check to make sure I have condoms and lube before I head back to the living room.

I hear the low growl of a diesel engine and glance out the window to see a pair of headlights turning into my driveway. I can't make out the make or model in the dark but the interior light comes on then clicks off again as he closes the door behind him.

I move to meet him at the front door, not knowing what else to do. His hand is raised to knock as I open it and we stand in silence, both feeling awkward and at a loss for words. He's changed into a red button-down Western shirt, his polished belt buckle softly gleaming in the light from the house. He's wearing a cleaner hat this time and I notice that his jeans are neatly pressed. I swallow hard when my gaze runs across his crotch and slowly raise my eyes to meet his.

"Hi," I shyly say.

"Hi." The corners of his eyes crinkle as he gives me a big smile.

"Come on in." His hand moves to take his hat off before entering the house. His light brown hair is short but liberally dusted with grey and I can smell his aftershave as he moves past me.

My pussy throbs weakly in my panties but I ignore it as I turn to fully face him once I securely close the door behind him.

"You have a really nice place," he says as he glances around.

"Thanks! I bought it three years ago when I moved back here to take a teaching position. My family helped me remodel it."

"So, you're a teacher. What do you teach?" He places his hat next to my pile of papers on the table before moving around the room, looking at my family pictures and college diplomas I'd so proudly hung on the walls next to some colorful artwork my students had made me years ago when I was a substitute teacher for an art class. That was before I had gotten my first real teaching job as a math instructor.

"What can I get you to drink? Beer, wine, whiskey, a gin and tonic?"

"Beer's fine." He finally sits on a stool at the breakfast bar and watches me walk towards him with his drink. I pour myself another glass of wine as I lean over the counter across from him, knowing full well he can see down my dress. The thought turns me on and I get lost in my thoughts before he interrupts me again.

"Diane?"

Crap! I'd forgotten that he'd asked me a question. "Sorry! I promise I'm not this spacey all the time. Let's see, I teach eleventh grade algebra at the high school and coach the cheerleading squad."

"Wow! Impressive!"

"And what do you do, Mr. Curt?" I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he takes several swigs of beer before placing it back on the counter.

"I deliver bulls and horses to rodeos around the country."

"Interesting...do you like it?

"Most of the time. Sometimes it gets lonely being on the road so much but I get to meet a lot of great people." His blue eyes are staring holes through me so I take another gulp of wine. Thoughts are swirling in my head now and every single one keeps coming back to why I had asked a stranger to my house. There's no denying that I'm turned on though. My pussy is throbbing and my nipples are hard. No man has ever gave me this kind of reaction without even touching me and I just want to get him into my bed.

Silence descends between us but the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I can see his eyes moving to my breasts and then back again to my face, looking for direction as to where to go from here. In a move that is very unlike me, I decide to get things rolling and move around the counter towards him.

He turns towards me on the stool as I near and his legs spread as if to invite me closer. I happily take him up on the challenge and step between them, running my hands up his arms to circle his neck. Curt's eyes briefly close when I run my fingers through his hair and run them back down his neck so I can pull him closer to me.

His hands run up my bare legs, lifting my dress slightly, coming to a stop on my ass cheeks. That's the only signal I need. My lips find his and we start a battle with our tongues, feeling and tasting each other's mouths. At one point he bites my bottom lip and I groan into his mouth.

Without warning he stands up. His hands releasing my ass to circle around my back, pulling me so tight to him I can feel the buttons on his shirt pressing into my chest and his belt buckle digging into my stomach.

He bends me back slightly and kisses me so long and deep, I forget everything but the growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of the hard counter behind me makes me jump in surprise but I quickly forget when he pulls the sleeve of my dress and bra strap off of my shoulder, exposing the top of my breast to his gaze.

He's working his way down my neck, stopping to suck and bite here and there and I'm almost panting with lust! Those movie and romance novel sex scenes are tame compared to what's going on in my kitchen. I'd never put much stock into people's descriptions of sex this hot, but now I think that I understand.

My head leans to the side to give him better access as he holds me to him with one hand, the other finding its way back up my dress to press my ass against him. I hold onto the counter behind me to ease the painful pressure of the counter digging into my back but I press his head down to me, wanting more.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I manage to get out. He immediately releases me and tells me to lead the way.

We no sooner clear the doorway and he's on me again. He's lifting my dress up over my head as I fumble for his belt, trying to undo the buckle until he pauses to help me, undoing his fly so I can snake a hand inside to feel his cock. His groans fill my ears as we kiss again. "God, I want you so bad," I manage to get out.

He groans loudly in approval and soon clothes are flying across the room as we silently communicate what we want from each other, pushing and pulling as we feel each other's bodies pressed against the other.

I drop to my knees, gazing at his cock and balls, reaching my hand out to feel him. He's a bit thicker than I'm used to but he's not huge; his balls hang down between his legs and I decide that I want to taste them first. Ducking my head under I gently suck one ball into my mouth and hear him cuss as he hands find the back of my head to hold me to him. I push back against his thighs so he'll let me pull back and then I treat the other one the same, sucking and rolling it around in my mouth. I love balls and his are no exception as I repeatedly suck and release, bathing each one with my saliva. I look up several times to find his head thrown back. I glide my tongue around his balls and trace a vein up his shaft before working my way back down again, listening to his moans rumbling through his chest.

Deciding that he'd had enough teasing, I lick from the base of his balls up to the tip of his cock, licking up all of the precum oozing from his tip. I love his taste and suck on just the head to pull more of his juices from him. His "fuck" comes out in a low groan and I look up to see his throat working as if he's trying to control himself.

My hand slides up his thigh and over to hold the base of his cock so I can get a better angle as I suck deeper. I concentrate on my rhythm and the depth of my sucking, being careful not to graze him with my teeth as I work lower. I remember a porn video I had watched last week and stop what I'm doing to pull back. "Get on the bed."

"What? Why?"

"Because I want you to suck my pussy while I suck your cock." A devilish grin breaks out on his handsome face as he realizes what I want.

"How can I say no to that?" His cock bobs in front of him as he walks over and climbs onto the bed, moving up so I can straddle his face with my legs.

I feel his tongue parting my pussy lips and from his soft words of approval, I don't think that he minds that I keep my pussy neatly trimmed and not shaved. I look down my body and just watch him lick and swirl around my opening to gather my juices before sliding up to my clit. The first touch of his tongue on my sensitive flesh and I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation. I can feel the warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue as he moves it around my folds and lips; when he flicks my clit, I can't stay still anymore and start to move against him. I need more friction and sigh happily when he runs his finger in and around my pussy. His arm is slung across my back, pressing me down to his face. "Damn you taste good," he murmurs just before I reach to grab hold of his cock again. He's even harder than before, my shoulder-length blonde hair falling around my face as I again lick the precum from the tip of his cock.

I can feel my pussy start to tighten and I know I'm not going to last much longer when his thumb replaces his finger and presses down on my clit, rubbing it in circles as he continues to lick all around my pussy. Every so often he sucks on my clit before resuming his rubbing and I stop what I'm doing to once again feel all of the sensations he's giving me.

My hand hasn't stopped stroking his shaft so it's not surprise when I look down and see that his balls are tightening up against his body. I want to taste him, another first for me since I've never cared for the taste of semen. I plant my mouth around his dick and suck the head in and out as I stroke him, his sucking matching my own. I can't believe how good this is and realize I'm about to cum, grinding down onto his face just as his cock jumps in my hand and he spurts a huge load of cum into my mouth. I swallow fast but almost choke as I start to cum too.

As I come down I can feel him softly rubbing my clit. My hand has stopped moving on his cock and when I look down my body I see him staring back at me. With reluctance I release his softening penis, twisting my body around so I can lay my head on his chest. His arms come around me, my fingers running through his chest hair in contentment.

"Fuck that was good. I think I knew where everything was headed when you gave me your number after I caught you staring at my ass earlier today but I had no idea it'd go this far this fast."

How do I explain that I wanted him as soon as I saw him without sounding cheesy and cliché? "Are you wishing we'd gone slower?" I ask with caution.

"Well, dinner and drinks would have been nice but I don't think you could have kept your hands to yourself." I realize he's teasing me so I give his nipple a pinch. "Ow! Geez! First you insult me and then you bruise me...again! Maybe I should think twice before jumping into bed with violent, hot, young women!"

"Wimp!" I laugh, "Guess you can't handle it. Ever hear the phrase 'No pain, no gain'?"

"It's not supposed to apply to sex!"

"It can a little bit," I barely hold my index finger and thumb together, flashing a mischevious grin at him.

We spend the next couple of hours just talking about life, the conversation breaking off into different subjects until we both start to nod off.

I'm just about asleep when I hear him ask me if I'm cold. "Just throw the blanket at the end of the bed on, we'll be fine."

"Yes, ma'am."

I'm not sure how long we're asleep but it's still dark outside when my eyes slowly open. Curt's arm is thrown across my waist as he spoons me, my ass nestled in his crotch. My mind wanders to the oral sex we had shared earlier in the night and I feel my pussy start to get wet again. I want to feel him in me this time and I think of what it will feel like to have him fill me with his cock.

I slowly untangle myself from his arms and work around in the dark so my face is level with his cock. It's hard to really get at him when he's curled up like he is so I gently push on his hip to get him to roll onto his back. I can see his limp penis and it's like my mouth has a mind of its own as my tongue reaches out to touch him. I can still taste the remnants of his semen as I work to clean him, feeling him harden and lengthen under my careful ministrations.

I brace myself on the bed as I scoot up onto my knees, bending forward to slowly suck his now hard cock into my wet mouth. I feel him move under me and I pause to look over at him. He's awake but he doesn't say a word, only moving his eyes to watch what I'm doing.
Deciding he's hard enough for what I have in mind, I move to straddle his pelvis, leaning over to open the drawer on my nightstand to fish for a condom. Finding one, I tear it open with my teeth and move to cover his cock with the latex.

I think that I'm wet enough so I move up and over his cock, just letting it press against my entrance for a few seconds. His arms wrap around me to pull me to him for a kiss when he bucks his hips up, pressing more of his cock inside of me. The head of his cock is starting to rub against my G-spot so I break our kiss to sit up, bracing myself on his chest as I slowly sink down his length. His ball hair tickles my ass once I'm fully penetrated and I just sit there, concentrating on the sensations running through my pussy. Not finding anything else to do with his hands, he's softly kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples.

"You're so tight, baby." I gently push his fingers away, throwing my head back and moaning out my pleasure as I pinch and pull on my nipples, rocking back and forth with my hips. Every so often he bucks his hips up, sending his cock deeper into me.

His thumb joins the action by pressing and rubbing on my clit and I again moan my approval. My body's tightening up and sensing that I'm getting close, he rubs harder and holds his body still; letting me set the pace.

My hips rock harder against him and soon I can feel myself tipping over the edge. A final pinch to my left nipple and I cum, coating his cock and balls in my juices. He growls out another "Fuck" before taking control, grabbing my hips and pumping up into me so hard I fall forward and barely miss smacking my head on his as I throw my hands out to brace myself.

With a twist of his body, he pins me underneath him. His cock slips out but he quickly guides it back into my wet hole and fucks me long and hard. He's already cum once tonight so he's able to last longer than I had expected. He glides in and out of my pussy with ease and I whisper words of encouragement. "God baby, that's good. Right there, please don't stop..."

He pulls out again and guides me over onto my stomach, laying on top of me to penetrate me from behind. I spread my legs to give him more access but the angle is bad and he can't get really deep into his thrusts. His mouth finds my neck, nuzzling and kissing it while our fingers twine together in a lover's embrace. He rocks into me and soon I feel a small, but no less pleasurable, orgasm ripple through my vagina.

I can tell he's getting close by the pounding of his heart against my back and the deeper, harder thrusts of his cock accompanied by words muffled into my neck. Just as he's getting ready to cum, he raises up onto his arms and gives one final thrust. I can feel the base of his cock jump slightly as he cums into the condom.

One more thrust and he pulls out, collapsing on the bed next to me.

I let him catch his breath for a couple of minutes, running my hand over his chest and up to his face in a gentle caress.

"Curt?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for coming over."

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Sep 3, 2018 in blowjob

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