The Block Party - Sex Stories

The Block Party

... though. From what you told me about him, that is the perfect ending to this fantasy. I'm not sure that part can be accomplished though. That could be a little dicey on several levels. Not everyone at this club wants to be captured on video. There’s also the possibility of it winding up on the internet. That wouldn't be good."

I agreed with Jim's common sense. "I know but, it would be the ultimate end to my fantasy. Okay, forget my final thoughts on this."

Then I figured I would press him. "When? I am ready whenever you want to go."

"Next Thursday night!" he said with confidence.

I think he may have thought I was bluffing and he was calling me on it. I wasn't. I was ready to go immediately, that night. The thought of having my body ravaged almost made me have an orgasm right then.

I was excited at the thought. "Thursday night it is then. We better continue with our plan for today. I have no interest in going back to the block party. Let's go downtown, I am getting hungry."

I picked up my sundress off the floor and slithered back into it. I looked at Jim. I still wanted more of him. He ...

... was lying there watching me. His cock was like a flagpole. How could it? No man has ever responded to me like Jim.

As I was walking out of his bedroom I said, "Give me about twenty minutes to get ready."

I walked out of his house passing the party. It was then that I realized I left my thong on his bedroom floor. No big deal. I'm sure I will be back in his bedroom again. Although I'd only known Jim for about two hours, I couldn't wait until he picked me up on Thursday. I started thinking about my morning ritual. Now when I walk in the mornings, I may stop for a little extra workout when I pass Jim's house. Just a little something to hold me over until Thursday.

That Thursday never happened. That Monday, I went for my morning walk. I took a short route that morning. When I returned, I walked in on Rick and a man in my bed. Rick was bent over being fucked in the ass. I left. That afternoon I went to an attorney and filed for a divorce. I went back to the house, packed a bag, and never returned. To this day, I have never set foot in that house again. Unfortunately, when I left, I never saw Jim again.