Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... had to laugh at her unabashed enthusiasm. “Well, I can’t deny that part. It has been pretty great lately, hasn’t it?” “I’m sitting here in cum-soaked panties as evidence of that – so yes, I’d say so. I’m really enjoying it.” I smiled at her. “Glad to be of assistance. So it’s been good for you, even though I don’t just throw you down and take you in public places?” “It’s been wonderful – and he didn’t throw me down, and the public places part was what finally broke us up, so…” “Give me one example.” “What?” “Give me one example of the kind of things you and this ‘Ty’ character did - the kind of thing that broke you up. How old was he, anyhow?” “Are you sure? A minute ago you didn’t want to know.” She was looking at me intently, unsure whether to continue after I’d so recently told her to stop. “I think I can handle one, and I’m still in a state of disbelief that you would do the kind of things you’re talking about. Give me one example.” She shrugged. “Well, okay – and first, since you asked, he was thirty-seven. I was nineteen.” She thought again for a moment and then said, “Let’s see, I need one of the milder ones – don’t want to shock you too much and have you think I’m some slutty bimbo. Hmmm…” she thought for a few seconds, and then I saw her smile as she remembered something. “I know! I gave him a handjob on a crowded bus one time, in the morning on our way to class. City bus, full of people.” “You’re not serious! He kept it in his pants though, right? You just rubbed ...

... him off through his pants?” She shook her head. “Nope. He had it out in all its glory, sticking straight up, hard as a rock. We were about two-thirds of the way back in the bus and he was in the window seat with me next to him. Next thing I know he takes my hand and puts it on his cock. Already hard, already out; I knew what he wanted – what he always wanted. He wanted to come.” “And you jerked him off? Just like that? Did anyone see you?” “Oh, I’m sure! The bus was packed, there were people standing right alongside of us, reading papers, messing with their cell phones. And when he felt himself starting to come, he grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face down into his lap… that was not very subtle!” The idea of my wife – albeit in a younger and less-married version – sucking off some guy’s spurting cock on a crowded bus made me ache. And it made me hard. “You actually sucked him off with people watching…?” “I don’t know for sure, but I would assume so. He was cumming in my face, so I was mostly concerned with getting it in my mouth before he got any more all over me. I wasn’t in a position to see who might be watching.” “Shit!’” I just looked at her for a moment, astounded by her calm recital of that day’s events. “Alli, that’s crazy… and more than a little arousing, if you want the truth.” She giggled. “I’m glad it was for you. It was for me too, although I pretty much just went to class with wet panties as a result. Oh, and cum on my shirt and on my face, and in my hair – ...