The one that got away
This time of the year is one of my favorites. Is it the presents under the tree? The days off from work? The crisp air filled with pine scent. Nope to them all. What I love about mid December are the Wal-Mart women.
You know, real women with real bodies hustling and bustling around the store. Sometime in the morning, they hit the aisles without wearing the right bra, their Double-D breasts dancing under a sweat shirt thrown on a few seconds after the k**s have gotten on the bus, and a pair of blue jeans so worn but comfy that they're almost a second skin on that wide, beautiful ass.
One morning i was in my local Wal-Mart and a WBBW -- wonderful big beautiful woman -- also was in the store. I sipped my McD's coffee, the steam rising in front of my eyes and in between the wisps of white mist I saw her. That ass was amazing. Nearly an aisle wide and round like a snowman. The cleavage of her cheeks stuck out just so, enough that if she had sat that ass on my face I would have seen light, but not been able to breathe.
I lowered my coffee slowly not wanting to burn my fingers. I followed her down the center aisle, past the cosmetics on the right, the frozen food on the left. A hypnotic bounce-bounce, swish-swish of her ass had me befuddled or to be more exact -- buttled.
As i drew closer I realized that I could be perceived as some kind of pervert, an ass man without manners - the worst kind. So I quickened my steps until I was alongside her and I said, "Hi."
She looked over at me surprised, but said nothing. I took the silence as a defense, a wall of protection. But true to the adventurer that I am, I stormed the gates and pressed on with another move.
"Excuse me, I know that you're shopping and all, but I wanted to let you know that you're the best looking woman I've seen in a long time."
I stuck out my free hand and true to form she took it. How many of us pull back when a hand is extended? Besides, we're in a public place, I'm a decent looking guy and I have a cup of coffee. Nothing more inviting.
"Hi," she said.
"I want to give you something, my number," I said, really taking a chance. "My number's on this card."
She looked at what I handed her and she blushed. "You're a rearview photographer. What is that?"
As if she didn't know with a booty that would make any ass man salivate, any dick get rock hard and any real butt lover get down on his knees to worship?
The story takes a quick turn from there. I explained that my studio was just over a mile away. There was a doorman in the building and he'd expect her to sign in. If she wanted a few photos for herself, they would be free of charge. The only payment I accept was the pleasure of having a few private moments with that ass.
I must admit that my success rate with this business is low. I've never been hit, but I have been cursed at many times. That morning though, I reeled one in.
I took a drink of my coffee and made the universal 'call me' sign with my hand and walked away. I heard her shopping cart squeak down the aisle and I smiled. At least she's not on the way to call the security team.
An hour later I was in my apartment checking out my favorites on Xhamster, cock in hand and wondering if I'd ever get to England to see my friends and enjoy their butt and the doorbell rang.
It was my Wal-Mart friend. "hey," I said. "Thanks for coming over."
"Sure," she said and walked through the doorway. I smelled a hint of lilac as she breezed past and I noticed that she swung her hips a bit more proudly than she had in the super-store.
"Nice set up you have here," she said. She had crossed into my living room where the camera is set up, lights and small tv monitor.
"I'm a professional, what can I say. So, how do you want to do this? Any face or just back shots from different angles?"
" I think that what I want to do is a bit of that a bit of this." She reached into her bag and took out a hairbrush still in its package. "I think that since it's cold outside I'd like to get a bit warm. is that OK?"
I think my cock broke through my zipper. She wanted to be spanked! Wow. Jackpot.
She slid up to me and stuck her tongue down my throat and pulled my hands to her ass. Her belly was round and soft, her ass amazing. I massaged the marshmallow globes through those tight jeans for a while and felt her nipples stiffen beneath the sweat shirt.
"I think that there's something going on down there," she said as she grabbed my dick. "I can take care of that."
She pushed me gently to the couch and I sat down awkwardly because she also was undoing my pants. My dick stuck out of my boxers like a lightning rod on the Empire State. She was to her knees in a flash and had sucked in my cock to the balls with a single gag. Sloppy style she ate my dick with no hands while she unbuttoned and wriggled out of her pants.
The thong didn't have a chance. It was trapped between her milky ass cheeks, a dead thread that had lived a good life, if brief, trapped in the middle of that ass.
She came up for air and my dick popped out of her mouth, a strand of spit clinging in the air. She crawled across the floor to the hairbrush, ripped open the package and tossed it to me.
"I suck so much better when my ass is on fire," she said and crawled back between my legs.
I hefted the brush in my hand, calculated its weight like a professional knife thrower and measured the angle of attack. She licked my cock head and I laid the first whack on her butt.
It shook and shimmied and a red splotch arose. Meanwhile the cum was filling in my balls and the volcano was going to blow.
I wasn't going to blow in her mouth, not the first time anyway. I spanked her ass a few more times to the rhythm of her sucking mouth and then I pushed her away.
Her lips glistened with spit and she smiled. "I have a surprise." Then she leaned up and pushed my legs back, her weight pinning them. A second later her tongue dove between my cheeks and she started to lick my ass. I thought that I was the ass-man. I have found an ass-woman. She pumped my cock that was slick with her spit and she let streams of it slide around my hole. It was great, but I still didn't want to cum this way. If she's an ass woman then I was going to have her ass.
Just before I was about to let the amazon river gush from the tip I took control of things. I got behind her in a flash reached down to feel if her pussy were wet and came away as if caught in a downpour.
"In my bag," she said.
"Huh?" I was confused with all of the blood sitting in my prick.
"The lube is in my bag." She reached behind her, gripped her cheeks and spread them wide. Her asshole winked at me not yet open, but willing to be plugged.
I made my way to her handbag and found the lube right next to a small revolver. I stared at the tube and the gun and wondered what the heck was going on.
"C'mon," she said, "My ass is on fire. Time to hose me down."
Forget the gun, I couldn't pass up such as come-on, even if it was cheesy.
I flipped the cap and spread a generous amount on her hole, slipping my finger inside.
"More," she said. I slathered on more and then some onto my cock. If I didn't get it inside that full moon soon, I was going to blow like a teenage boy.
I stuck it in her ass easily. Then she gripped by dick like a t****ze artist did the swing. She was tight. I fucked her slowly and then fast, slowly and then fast. Her breathing was getting louder but she didn't say a word. She reached back with one hand and tickled my balls. I had her hips and drove into her one more time and then the cum rushed out across the finish line.
I lay on her back and she shook with an orgasm.
I shrank inside her and then rolled away, exhausted.
"I have another surprise for you," she said. She leaned up on her arm and smiled at me. Standing while I still lay on the floor she looked down at me. Then she straddled my chest. Without another word she reached between her legs and I heard a squish as she slid a finger into her ass. She pulled it out covered with my cum then licked her finger.
She grabbed her pants and still wearing the sweatshirt and useless thong went into the bathroom. I found a towel in the kitchen and wiped off, then put my clothes on.
She came out of the bathroom, her hair brushed and her face washed. I hadn't noticed her pick up the brush. She threw it onto the couch and took her purse from the floor. She looked inside and grinned.
"Gotta go. There are some frozen items in the car that even in this weather need to be in a freezer."
Not another word and a second later she was gone.
Thank goodness for Wal Mart women. Merry Christmas.
You know, real women with real bodies hustling and bustling around the store. Sometime in the morning, they hit the aisles without wearing the right bra, their Double-D breasts dancing under a sweat shirt thrown on a few seconds after the k**s have gotten on the bus, and a pair of blue jeans so worn but comfy that they're almost a second skin on that wide, beautiful ass.
One morning i was in my local Wal-Mart and a WBBW -- wonderful big beautiful woman -- also was in the store. I sipped my McD's coffee, the steam rising in front of my eyes and in between the wisps of white mist I saw her. That ass was amazing. Nearly an aisle wide and round like a snowman. The cleavage of her cheeks stuck out just so, enough that if she had sat that ass on my face I would have seen light, but not been able to breathe.
I lowered my coffee slowly not wanting to burn my fingers. I followed her down the center aisle, past the cosmetics on the right, the frozen food on the left. A hypnotic bounce-bounce, swish-swish of her ass had me befuddled or to be more exact -- buttled.
As i drew closer I realized that I could be perceived as some kind of pervert, an ass man without manners - the worst kind. So I quickened my steps until I was alongside her and I said, "Hi."
She looked over at me surprised, but said nothing. I took the silence as a defense, a wall of protection. But true to the adventurer that I am, I stormed the gates and pressed on with another move.
"Excuse me, I know that you're shopping and all, but I wanted to let you know that you're the best looking woman I've seen in a long time."
I stuck out my free hand and true to form she took it. How many of us pull back when a hand is extended? Besides, we're in a public place, I'm a decent looking guy and I have a cup of coffee. Nothing more inviting.
"Hi," she said.
"I want to give you something, my number," I said, really taking a chance. "My number's on this card."
She looked at what I handed her and she blushed. "You're a rearview photographer. What is that?"
As if she didn't know with a booty that would make any ass man salivate, any dick get rock hard and any real butt lover get down on his knees to worship?
The story takes a quick turn from there. I explained that my studio was just over a mile away. There was a doorman in the building and he'd expect her to sign in. If she wanted a few photos for herself, they would be free of charge. The only payment I accept was the pleasure of having a few private moments with that ass.
I must admit that my success rate with this business is low. I've never been hit, but I have been cursed at many times. That morning though, I reeled one in.
I took a drink of my coffee and made the universal 'call me' sign with my hand and walked away. I heard her shopping cart squeak down the aisle and I smiled. At least she's not on the way to call the security team.
An hour later I was in my apartment checking out my favorites on Xhamster, cock in hand and wondering if I'd ever get to England to see my friends and enjoy their butt and the doorbell rang.
It was my Wal-Mart friend. "hey," I said. "Thanks for coming over."
"Sure," she said and walked through the doorway. I smelled a hint of lilac as she breezed past and I noticed that she swung her hips a bit more proudly than she had in the super-store.
"Nice set up you have here," she said. She had crossed into my living room where the camera is set up, lights and small tv monitor.
"I'm a professional, what can I say. So, how do you want to do this? Any face or just back shots from different angles?"
" I think that what I want to do is a bit of that a bit of this." She reached into her bag and took out a hairbrush still in its package. "I think that since it's cold outside I'd like to get a bit warm. is that OK?"
I think my cock broke through my zipper. She wanted to be spanked! Wow. Jackpot.
She slid up to me and stuck her tongue down my throat and pulled my hands to her ass. Her belly was round and soft, her ass amazing. I massaged the marshmallow globes through those tight jeans for a while and felt her nipples stiffen beneath the sweat shirt.
"I think that there's something going on down there," she said as she grabbed my dick. "I can take care of that."
She pushed me gently to the couch and I sat down awkwardly because she also was undoing my pants. My dick stuck out of my boxers like a lightning rod on the Empire State. She was to her knees in a flash and had sucked in my cock to the balls with a single gag. Sloppy style she ate my dick with no hands while she unbuttoned and wriggled out of her pants.
The thong didn't have a chance. It was trapped between her milky ass cheeks, a dead thread that had lived a good life, if brief, trapped in the middle of that ass.
She came up for air and my dick popped out of her mouth, a strand of spit clinging in the air. She crawled across the floor to the hairbrush, ripped open the package and tossed it to me.
"I suck so much better when my ass is on fire," she said and crawled back between my legs.
I hefted the brush in my hand, calculated its weight like a professional knife thrower and measured the angle of attack. She licked my cock head and I laid the first whack on her butt.
It shook and shimmied and a red splotch arose. Meanwhile the cum was filling in my balls and the volcano was going to blow.
I wasn't going to blow in her mouth, not the first time anyway. I spanked her ass a few more times to the rhythm of her sucking mouth and then I pushed her away.
Her lips glistened with spit and she smiled. "I have a surprise." Then she leaned up and pushed my legs back, her weight pinning them. A second later her tongue dove between my cheeks and she started to lick my ass. I thought that I was the ass-man. I have found an ass-woman. She pumped my cock that was slick with her spit and she let streams of it slide around my hole. It was great, but I still didn't want to cum this way. If she's an ass woman then I was going to have her ass.
Just before I was about to let the amazon river gush from the tip I took control of things. I got behind her in a flash reached down to feel if her pussy were wet and came away as if caught in a downpour.
"In my bag," she said.
"Huh?" I was confused with all of the blood sitting in my prick.
"The lube is in my bag." She reached behind her, gripped her cheeks and spread them wide. Her asshole winked at me not yet open, but willing to be plugged.
I made my way to her handbag and found the lube right next to a small revolver. I stared at the tube and the gun and wondered what the heck was going on.
"C'mon," she said, "My ass is on fire. Time to hose me down."
Forget the gun, I couldn't pass up such as come-on, even if it was cheesy.
I flipped the cap and spread a generous amount on her hole, slipping my finger inside.
"More," she said. I slathered on more and then some onto my cock. If I didn't get it inside that full moon soon, I was going to blow like a teenage boy.
I stuck it in her ass easily. Then she gripped by dick like a t****ze artist did the swing. She was tight. I fucked her slowly and then fast, slowly and then fast. Her breathing was getting louder but she didn't say a word. She reached back with one hand and tickled my balls. I had her hips and drove into her one more time and then the cum rushed out across the finish line.
I lay on her back and she shook with an orgasm.
I shrank inside her and then rolled away, exhausted.
"I have another surprise for you," she said. She leaned up on her arm and smiled at me. Standing while I still lay on the floor she looked down at me. Then she straddled my chest. Without another word she reached between her legs and I heard a squish as she slid a finger into her ass. She pulled it out covered with my cum then licked her finger.
She grabbed her pants and still wearing the sweatshirt and useless thong went into the bathroom. I found a towel in the kitchen and wiped off, then put my clothes on.
She came out of the bathroom, her hair brushed and her face washed. I hadn't noticed her pick up the brush. She threw it onto the couch and took her purse from the floor. She looked inside and grinned.
"Gotta go. There are some frozen items in the car that even in this weather need to be in a freezer."
Not another word and a second later she was gone.
Thank goodness for Wal Mart women. Merry Christmas.
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