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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Answering an ad on Craigslist leads to an outdoor experience

Summary

Answering an ad on Craigslist leads to an outdoor experience

Content

Submitted: July 19, 2013

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Content

Submitted: July 19, 2013

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It was looking through Craigslist for a part-time job and getting thoroughly depressed. I clicked on the Personal ads out of curiousity.  My god, there were some really desperate people out there!  I read through a few, not quite believing half of the ads.  Women offering themselves to total strangers, men seeking other men, bukkake parties...

One ad caught my eye- it was from a guy wanting hand relief.  He was offering £50 for a handjob.  I read the post a couple of times. He sounded sincere- not pleading like some of the ads.  I was torn- I could do with the money but could I give some stranger a handjob?  Just for a laugh, I mailed him, offering my services, and returned to the job ads.

I mailed a few- part time waitressing, bar work, evening work at a local supermarket.  I was about to turn off my laptop when a message pinged into my inbox.  I opened it, hoping it was an offer of work.

It was an offer, but not the waitressing job I'd hoped for.  It was from him.  The message was polite, properly written, no text-talk.  He thanked me for my message, and asked, if I was real and interested, if I'd meet him  at his house.  I was kind of regretting emailing him in the first place, so mailed him back to say we'd have to meet somewhere public, thinking he'd be put off.  I signed out of my email, it was late and I needed to sleep.

Next morning I had another message from him, he was happy to meet up on my terms.  I didn't know what my terms were.  I mulled it over all day, could I do it?  I decided to call his bluff, mailed him back asking for a photo.  If he was serious he'd send one, if not then I'd not bother replying any more. 

His email pinged in my inbox, with a picture attached.  Older than me, quite a bit older, a nice face, kind eyes, rather sad.  At least he was wearing clothes, I'd been expecting a nude shot.  I thought 'what the hell', so mailed him back, telling him to meet me the following evening at a bus stop near the park.  He agreed.

 

So, the next evening I parked up just down from the bus stop so I could see him before we met.  A car pulled into the car park in the pub opposite, and I saw him get out.  He looked around, then crossed the road to the bus stop.  A bus pulled up, the driver watching him.  He smiled at the driver, shaking his head.  The bus pulled away, and I got out of the car and walked towards him.

He watched me approach, I could see him sizing me up.  

"It's Danny, isn't it?" I asked.  He smiled, "Yes, that's right, you must be Chloe".  

I suggested we go into the park, it was getting dark now.  The park is massive, with lots of secluded places.  We walked and talked.

"If you don't want to do this, I'll understand", he said, giving me the option of backing out.  I thanked him, but continued walking, looking for a good spot.  My heart was racing.  I asked him about himself.  He was mid forties, single after a long relationship, and told me he just wanted to feel another person's touch on his skin.  Instead of feeling sorry for him, it attracted me to him. He asked me about myself, and why I'd answered the ad.  I told him about my money issues, and that I didn't make a habit of doing this kind of thing.  He nodded, understanding.  

I found a quiet spot behind some low bushes.  We stood, almost toe to toe.  He looked uncomfortable. I reached out and touched his arm. "Relax", I said. He smiled, then reached into his back pocket and took out his cash, and handed it to me. I put the money away in my jeans pocket.  I put my arms around him and kissed him, his hands on my back, pulling me towards him.  Our tongues met, and we kissed deeply.  

I dropped to my knees- after all, he was after a hand job, and carefully unbuckled his jeans, and pulled down the zip.  I pulled the jeans down towards his knees.  He wasn't wearing pants, and his cock showed signs of life already.  I ran my hand up his leg and under his balls, feeling him twitch.  I closed my hand around his shaft, and stroked him to full stiffness.  He was making all the right noises.  

I don't know why- maybe the prospect of being caught spurred me on- but I found myself leaning forward and taking his cock in my mouth.  I ran my tongue over the head, tasting his muskiness, then slid him all the way in.  He groaned in surprise, which turned me on even more. 

My eyes met his as I sucked him slowly, my tongue around the head, my hand and lips on his shaft.  He pushed his hips forward, gently fucking my willing mouth.  I was getting turned on, my nipples hardening under my t-shirt and my pussy getting warm and moist.  He slid easily in and out of my mouth.  I wanted more.  I took my mouth away, continuing to wank him.

"Got any condoms?"

He looked puzzled for a second, then bent to his trousers, pulling out his wallet.  He had one.  I stood, kissing him again, and pulled at my t-shirt.  Danny helped lift it over my head, my small breasts unfettered, the nipples hardening in cooling evening air.  His mouth dipped to take one, then the other, into his mouth.  My hand on his head, holding him there.  His hands dropped to my belt, unbuckling it and pulling them down my legs.  I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, my g-string wet.  He dropped to his knees and slid them to the ground, his mouth finding my pussy, his tongue lapping me, probing me.

I would have cried out, but heard sounds from the other side of the bushes.  Two men coming home from the pub.  I held Danny's mouth hard aganst me, biting my tongue.  His lips found my clit, and I came right then.  The sounds diminished and I let out a gasp.  

I pushed him onto his back on the ground, wrapping my lips around his cock and bringing him back to full hardness.  I tore open the wrapper and unrolled the condom down his thickening cock.  I straddled him, easing my lips around him and slowly sinking down onto him.

His hands alternated between my hips and my tits as I rode him, my legs spread wide, my cunt exposed to the air.  I was so turned on.  He had good technique, and I came again, bouncing hard down on his rock hard dick.  I leant forward and we kissed.  My legs gave way.  

"You okay with doggie?" he asked, I nodded and raised my bum up, he scuttered behind me and gently located my slot with his cock, pushing into me in one swift motion.  God, it felt good.  My vaginal walls clamped around him, willing him to cum.  His hands found my tits, my nipples close to being unbearably stiff, his touch gentle but firm. 

He rode me from behind, hard, fast.  His hips changed the angle of his thrusts, his finger on my clit, bringing me off again.  This time I let out a loud moan.  My legs gave way, and my pussy lost contact with his cock.

I turned around, pulling off the condom and taking him in hand.  He was close, his breathing quick and shallow.  I reached up, massaging his balls. 

"Awww, fuck....."

He came.  In my mouth.  Yes, I took him in my mouth and let him cum down my throat.  This handjob had turned into something I've only ever done with a long term partner before.  Here I was, like a whore, naked in a family park sucking a guy's jizz down my throat.  And I loved it!!!.  I made sure I cleaned him up, licking every last dIrop of spunk and swallowing it like a cock hungry cumwhore!!

 

I had to soak my t-shirt twice to get rid of the grass stains, my knees were scratched from the ground, and I got a bite where it hurts to sit down.  But, more importantly, I got an email from Danny today, asking if I'd like a second meet.  This time, he says, we can meet at his place, and we should negotiate the price, too :)


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