Bizarre Encounters in Transit - Sex Stories

Bizarre Encounters in Transit

... of the two women with her. The music was nice, female, heavy, throbbing, and sexy. The ambiance cool, charged with sensuality the air thick with the fragrance of Cunt. And there was so much of it!

I was in an expansive, tender mood, immersing myself in the smoldering, blatant sensuality on display. I became instant friends with a middle aged Chicana called Renata who seemed a little crazy and pretty high on something.

She seemed ecstatically alive, in a world of sensation and passion. Brought on undoubtedly by the highly eroticized rituals and our lewd and wet conversation. She looked good and elegant and eminently fuckable.

She told me of an earlier incident that day...She is in an elevator to see her new woman lover, when a cool, handsome guy enters the elevator and without much ado, stops the elevator, bends her over and fucks her extremely well...She finally meets her lover, dripping semen and her own juices. Her lover is very excited and turned-on. She throws her down on the sofa and eats her dripping pussy to another orgasm.

"Would you like to see my pussy?" she asked me with a wink.

"It's very wet. It's always wet never dry," she added.

I was astonished, startled but curious...With that she raised her denim skirt to reveal a beautiful dark mound of wet thick fur between her brown thighs, no panties...She asked me to feel it and I did; running my fingers thru the wet gulley, fiddling with her clitoris, loving the wet, squishy feeling of her pussy. ...

... Suddenly she smiled broadly and asked for my number which I texted to her. I was flabbergasted. This woman must be loco I thought.

Then I noticed Odette as she walked thru the door, sporting the large, bronze vulva-shaped pendant she promised to wear for identification...She was a lithe, graceful, attractive woman in her early forties. I felt a deep stirring in my crotch. I smiled at her and she smiled back with interest, our eyes revealing a mutual attraction. Later she said my smile was sensual and feminine, yet masculine as we moved to the dance floor and into each other's arms, fused...It was like making love, moving against each other slowly while the music went thru our bodies in ripples.

Our hands swept over our bodies, again and again. She shuddered with desire as I pressed my hardon against her warm cunt thru her jeans while I stroked her nipples.

"Holy shit, that feels like one big, motherfucking dick in your pants" she whispered, gliding her hand over my crotch.

"This is a night for love" I whispered into her ear.

"Fuck love. It's sex I crave. And I want you to fuck me royally" she said almost solemnly...A dialed wrong number had brought us together earlier that day. And during the lengthy, interesting conversation that ensued, she invited me to the exclusive party. Odette had sounded curious about me and I was eager to satisfy that curiosity. She also came across as a very frank woman who made no bones about her sexual proclivities.

Bright moonlight ...