Trailer Park Sara Pt. I - Sex Stories

Trailer Park Sara Pt. I

... running around it wasn't always easy. She told me to have a seat and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I told her that I wouldn't mind a beer if she had one and she went to the fridge and pulled out a Miller Light for me. "Thanks," I said. "No problem." "So where are the kids," I asked after taking a pull from my beer. "They are with their grandparents thank God! I needed a break and they were nice enough to offer so I took advantage." She too had pulled out a beer and took a long sip of the cool liquid. "So what have you been up to," Sara asked me, tugging at her towel to try and keep it up but she wasn’t very successful. "Meh, not much. Just looking for something to do. What about you?" I finished the last sip of beer and I put it on the coffee table. "About the same. Enjoying my alone time; getting a little sun. Do you want another beer?" "Might as well," I said and she popped another top for me. I took yet another long sip. "So, where is Bill? Working?" Sara face turned sour at the mention of her husband's name. She looked as if it pained her to hear his name. I wanted to ask what was wrong but I felt that it wasn't quite my place. Sara and I were friends but we weren't really close on an emotional level. "He's out of town yet again," she grumbled disgustedly. "Oh," I said nervously. "On business?" "I don't know and I don't really give a fuck!" I put the bottle to my lips and drank as much of the beer as I possibly could. "Maybe I shouldn't have come over," I said to ...

... myself as I put the second empty bottle down onto the coffee table. She saw that I looked uncomfortable and she went to the fridge to grab a third beer for me and another for herself. She plopped down on the couch next to me and told me that she wasn't going to bore or bother me with shit involving her soon to be ex-husband. "So," I said nervously, "how was your tanning?" She looked at my eyes and saw that they were focused on her nearly naked body. "Oh shit John, I'm sorry. I forgot to put on some clothes." She quickly got up and walked into her bedroom and shut the door. The walls were paper thin in the small trailer so I could hear her moving around and opening drawers. I also thought I heard her phone go off once or twice too but I didn’t pay it any mind. I looked down at my lap. My dick was hard as a rock and I figured that this would be the only opportunity I was going to get to readjust myself. I stood up and shifted my rod between my legs and rearranged everything to get it as comfortable as possible. I sat down just in time as her bedroom door opened. "Sorry about that," she said while walking back to the couch. She was no longer wearing the towel. She had changed into a pair of very short, loose fitting boxer shorts that she had rolled up to the point that her ass cheeks were clearly visible. Up top was a spaghetti strap shirt that did almost nothing to conceal her tits that had to at least be a D cup. She was also not wearing a bra. "There, that's better, “she said ...