The Deed - Sex Stories

The Deed

It was a cold, wet night in November when I met him. There was not a cloud in the sky, even after all the rainfall the day prior. I can remember looking up at all the tiny, candle-like stars and the crescent moon as I walked home. I usually worked late and with the store being close to home, I walked back regardless of the time or weather. The road was quiet, not a car was in sight as I got closer to the alley I cut through. Each step I took, I began to think about the nice warm drink I was going to prepare myself. Just the thought of it seemed to make me feel even colder. As I reached the passage, headlights lit the area up and the roar of the engine filled the quiet air. I froze on the spot as I heard the window come down. “Hey love,” I heard a gravelly voice call from the inside of the ‘penis-extension’ car as I’d refer to it. I don’t know why I’d refer to it as something so crude but most of the time rich men would compensate for something through their wealth. I turned around but stood at the corner of the alley because there had been many stories about women approaching stranger’s cars. “Yes, what do you want?” I responded sharply and unnaturally bitchy for me. “Can you give me directions to the motorway?” He asked politely. Feeling relieved, I stepped closer to the car and peaked my head in the window. I saw a dark, eerie figure sat in the driver’s seat but I could just make him out with the little amount of light coming from the dashboard components. He was a middle ...

... aged man with short dark hair. I couldn’t help but notice his distinctively long nose and stern lips. At first glance, he seemed to be one of those men who think they’re better than everyone else. As I started to tell him the directions to the closest motorway junction, he began to fiddle around in his pocket. I could tell he wasn’t even listening which led me to think he was even more of a douchebag than I first thought. I quickly finished my instructions as he pulled his wallet from his pocket. “One more thing,” he started. “If I give you twenty quid, will you give me a quick flash?” I stepped back in shock, I felt almost repulsed at the gesture but I couldn’t walk away. I had always been complimented on my appearance. I had dark brown hair which went well with my brown eyes and gently curved eyebrows. Women always envied my cheekbones and cute little nose too, but then again, I envied their height since I was short and petite. After a few moments of thinking about his offer, I peered back in his window. “What kind of person do you think I am?” I said crossly. “Okay, how about forty?” He responded with a smug look on his face. I pondered for a few moments. Forty pounds just for showing him my pair of small 30B boobs, I couldn’t help but feel slightly inclined to do it. It’d be the easiest money I ever made and I would probably never see the guy again. “Done,” I said to his surprise as I stepped back. I looked in both directions quickly to make sure nobody would see. The road ...