Derby Dan's Dick - Sex Stories

Derby Dan's Dick

... poking his head in for a final look around despite my nod. “Oops, better not leave this!” He grinned as he held up the tube of lube.

My mind was in wordless turmoil as I followed him silently out to his car. The orgasmhad been incredible, that was no empty compliment, and I preferred the abrupt switch to mundane practicality over some artificial romance that I wouldn’t know what to do with, but I still felt a weird, shapeless shame about it. Dan was certainly not to blame, as I couldn’t have wished for a more considerate lover from start to finish, so I suppressed those thoughts and forced myself to talk to him rather than settle into my habitual moody silence.

“So, what do you do that leaves you free on a weekday morning?” I asked, both to hide my unease and out of genuine curiosity to know more about the man who’d just fucked me.

“I’m a flight attendant.”

“Really?” I don’t know why, but it somehow seemed weird to think of flight attendants driving around Derby in a little Renault Clio on their days off. “You must get to see quite a bit of the world, then.”

“Probably not as much as you think, unless you count airports and hotels. You’re a student, yeah?”

“Yep. Final year. No lectures on a Tuesday, though.”

“Ooh, well that’s handy! Maybe this could become a regular thing, then.”

“I would like that.” I blushed, while he carried on the conversation as if arranging casual ...

... fucking was as normal for him as going to the supermarket. Maybe it came with practice.

“Can you jump out here?” he asked suddenly, breaking me out of my internal monologue. “The queue into the station looks mad.”

“Sure,” I said, realising it was just beyond the traffic lights we’d stopped at and fumbled with the door.

“Sorry to rush you,” he said as I got out. “See you next time?”

“Yeah, thanks, bye!” I stepped back to the pavement as the lights changed and the car drove off, leaving me kicking myself for my less-than-enthusiastic farewell.

Twenty minutes later, while I dozed in the warm carriage heading back to Birmingham, my pocket buzzed.

Cheers m8 that was fantastic, well horny! Hope u enjoyed it 2? read the message on my phone. I cringed at the textspeak and looked around guiltily to make sure no one nearby could read it, but a wave of relief washed through me knowing I hadn’t ruined it with the abrupt parting. My thumb couldn’t move fast enough to send the reply.

Definitely.I hesitated, biting my lip, then added,Mind if I bring my camera next time?

No response.

Fuck, I hope I haven’t overstepped some mark, I thought.Maybe it’s too kinky a request for a second date.

My phone buzzed again as the train pulled into New Street Station, but I had to wait until I was through to the platform for my connecting service before I could check it.

Hot! Yes, bring it!