View from the Bench - Sex Stories

View from the Bench

"You betta get yo ass back here!!" Kevin didn't respond as he shut the door on his way out. He heard something hard hit the door, and heard her muffled yell behind it. He guessed she threw her shoe or something at him on his way out. Damn. He hadn't wanted no bitch livin' in his place tellin' him what to do or when to do it. Woman couldn't mind her own fuckin' business. He had just wanted her for her tits. She had some big ole titties that he could shove his dick in between and fuck them for hours. But she hadn't been in the mood since she started working full time about a month ago. And she hadn't exactly been the Mother Teresa before he met her either. She had a long list of lovers herself so her pussy wasn't exactly tight. In all honesty, this was a temporary arrangement. Something to tide him over until he found someone better. It sounded cruel but it was what it was. He had already put an ad on Craigslist to see if any women wanted to hook up with a BBC. He had a few bites but nothing had really panned out. They were a bunch of flakes who liked teasing and sexting but when it came to actually making plans to meet, they never came through. He got off by himself when his girl wasn't home (lord knows he couldn't do it when she was home. She always wanted to be up in his space and shit. She couldn't trust him to be in another room without her.) But it wasn't the same. He needed something different... someone that wouldn't want anything from him except what he wanted to ...

... give. And he had a LOT to give, if you get the meaning. He sauntered around the apartment complex, checking his phone. It was after ten pm and dark outside except for a few of the security lights but it was a cheap ass place, and money was low so management couldn't keep all the lights on. There were several very dark areas where there should have been light but that didn't bother him. The less he was seen, the better. He often sat on a bench in the back of the complex. It was kind of an odd place for a bench because the area was run down and bushes were overgrown. There must have been a park or something there before but management couldn't pay for the upkeep. But it was still kind of a nice area. It was secluded by the high bushes on three sides. The bench faced a large grassy, open area which ran into a small building that housed the laundry room for the tenants. It was over priced and many windows were broken out in places from the neighborhood kids. The lights were always left on which gave a little light to the grassy area but didn't reach as far as the bench. Kevin sat on the bench, opened up his music app, and plugged in his ear buds. It was a guilty pleasure of his but he loved Usher. He saw a white couple from the corner of his eye walk past him towards the laundry room, carrying empty baskets. The man wasn't much to look at but the woman was pretty damn cute. She was a thicker woman, possibly a little younger than himself and wearing a low cut T-shirt with baggy ...