Fatsboy

We had shifted positions slightly, and now I was turned on my side on the sofa, while he straddled my bottom leg and fatsboy pushed the other one up and out of the way so he could enter me at the perfect angle. For some wonderfully mysterious reason this position always brings me to orgasm almost immediately, and no sooner had fatsboy I reflected on this than I could feel it start to build fatsboy inside me. "I don know," said Nick, "if you could even take that cock... in your pussy." He shifted fatsboy his position slightly so that his upper thigh was in contact with my clit as he fucked me, and I started rubbing against him immediately. "Fuck," I said, closing my eyes as he increased the pace and the force of his fucking. "I can take it," I panted. "I mean, I could... I would try..." And then I was pressing my head into the sofa as I started to come. I squeezed the sofa cushions and tightened up around Nicks cock, trembling almost continuously, and then I felt fatsboy his body tense up behind me. A torrent of warm fluid erupted inside my cunt, and I let my whole body relax fatsboy, accepting it all with fatsboy exhausted happiness... A few weeks later, while we were sitting fatsboy at my dining room table and relaxing after a meal, Nick brought up his idea. I felt my face redden as I listened to fatsboy him talk. I was excited, too, but I was more terrified than excited. Or so I told fatsboy myself. "I can ," I said when he finished speaking fatsboy. "Theres just no way..." He nodded, relaxed and in good spirits. "Okay," he said. "It was just a thought, and not fatsboy really a serious one. It might make a nice little story, though."

"True..." I was silent for a few moments, considering things. Then I looked back up at Nick, and said seriously, "You really think it would be safe? I mean... no one else would fatsboy be there?" "I already thought of that, but lets just forget it. You e right, its too risky." "Well... he wouldn even know fatsboy it fatsboy was me, right?" "Not unless you fatsboy told him fatsboy later. But Sarah..." I shook my head slowly fatsboy. "Just let me think about it." But fatsboy I already knew that I was fatsboy done thinking about it, at least in the sense of mulling over a fatsboy decision. So I asked the only thing that still needed to be asked: "When?" * * * It was late Wednesday night of the following week fatsboy when I got in my car and started driving toward the designated spot. My hands were shaking a little on the wheel and my stomach was tied in knots fatsboy, but I reminded myself what Nick had told me: I was free to stop at any time, even before fatsboy anything at all happened, with no consequences. No one would ever know. My appearance wasn important tonight, so I had dressed for comfort: a favorite pair of jeans fatsboy, old and faded and fatsboy as comfortable as my own skin; a simple cotton blouse, light and airy; and my tennis shoes. I was so nervous that fatsboy I missed fatsboy the exit off the beltway and had to circle back fatsboy around, and then I started to fatsboy worry that I would be late, that fatsboy Nick and Dave would be late, that I was being fatsboy followed, that Id lost my mind... Then I was pulling off the highway, and immediately I saw the sign for the rest area fatsboy. I parked the car at the very back of the lot fatsboy, so it wouldn be recognized, and then I shut off the ignition. I didn give myself a chance to chicken out. Instead I got out of the car, locked the fatsboy door, and then walked quickly and fatsboy purposefully toward the fatsboy small, dimly lit building which contained the restrooms. When I reached the door to the womens room I stopped. A piece of paper with the words "Out of order fatsboy" had been taped fatsboy to the door, and I recognized Nicks careful, meticulous penmanship. I took two deep breaths and pushed open the door. Against the far wall in the corner, at the end of a row of sinks, someone had placed what appeared to be a small blue gym mat on the bathroom floor. As I got closer, I saw that a cheap, faded wildlife calendar was taped to the wall above the mat. The calendar was positioned much too low fatsboy — the bottom was no more than three feet off the floor — and I noticed, too, that it was for the month of November, even though it fatsboy was now early spring. November of 1992.