Walk Of Shame - Sex Stories

Walk Of Shame

... locals rode past her on bikes and stared. Stella walked down the road and picked up other strange looks. She felt hot and sticky, and smelt of sex with damp underwear in last night’s clothes. To say she looked out of place was a massive understatement.

Stella stumbled upon ‘Treats’, the guy behind the counter making coffee, knew exactly who she was, and she assumed he must be Jed.

“Where’s your car?”

“My car?”

“My cous’ Justin said you had broken down and needed a lift.”

“Oh, it’s been picked up by a recovery service. But I need to get back to my hotel,” she said, thinking on her feet.

“Give me ten minutes until Daisy comes in and I can give you a lift.”

Stella thanked him and sat down with a coffee and sandwich. She then freshened up in the restroom. Daisy, a girl in her early twenties appeared behind the counter and Jed was free to go.

Jed directed Stella to his pick-up parked out the back. It was old and messy, full of old wrappers, empty coffee cups with a thick layer of Montana dust settled across the dash.

Stella watched Jed look her up and down as they settled in the truck.

“I am not sure I believe the bullshit about your car.”

“Really, why?”

“Normally, recovery guys would give you a lift,” he replied, still staring at Stella’s firm body.

“Maybe I could convince you,” Stella said, as she grabbed his cock.

Jed smiled and undid the buttons of his jeans and pulled out his penis. Stella bent down and took it in her mouth. She ...

... wrapped her tongue around his shaft feeling his hardness hit her tonsils. She gagged a little. She rubbed him up and down as she licked the tip. Her hands moved down to his scrotum as her mouth moved down his length. She caressed his balls as she slurped as she sucked on his helmet.

Jed signed as he stroked her hair. Soon his salty load hit Stella’s mouth. She siphoned his milky jizz onto her tongue and let it slide down her throat. She kept sucking, draining his balls for all they were worth. Once finished she sat up and wiped her mouth.

“That was amazing, Stella,” Jed said smiling.

He then started up the truck, it turned over and then quickly died again.

“It often does this,” Jed explained.

He tried to start it again, but it wasn’t even turning over. The irony – now Stella really was in a broken-down car. She told an apologetic Jed she would just get a taxi and left him to actually call a recovery service.

Stella strutted through town to more open mouths and turned heads. She almost felt proud as she did her walk of shame. She had good sex last night and a dick in her mouth before lunch.

She wondered if Justin got away with it, had Patricia realised what happened last night? Would Jed keep his mouth shut?

Stella got her cell phone out of her bag; it was completely dead but figured she must come across a taxi.

Two young guys walked past with some fishing gear, Stella asked them if they knew where she could get a taxi or charge her phone.

“My place is ...