A Better Man Than I

Late last year, I had the opportunity to attend an exclusive charity gala and fundraiser. I do love these types of events; it means I get to shop. I stopped into a high-end dress shop, to look around a bit. I tried on several dresses and gowns. The attendant brought out a slinky, silver dress like you would see on the red carpet in Hollywood. I slipped into it and immediately fell in love. It sparkled and shone and fit perfectly. It was gorgeous, and as a bonus, it satisfied the exhibitionist side of me. I'm sure you've all seen this type of gown. It's long, floor-length, the top is deep, plunging V-neck line, the point ending at my navel. One side was slit open from hem to hip and you can't wear panties with. When you set, your entire leg is out, very sexy. When I stepped out of the dressing room to look in the mirrors, other ladies in the store glared at the dress. It was a perfect fit, it clung to my curves and flowed free as it should. As I walked back and forth o

I knew it was a dumb idea to walk home from work by myself. It was dark even though it wasn't too late, and the route home wasn't exactly through the busiest or safest of routes. But I had done that walk a thousand times! How was I supposed to know this time would be any different. But it was. I was about half way home, it was cold so I had on my jacket, hat and scarf. I was walking through the park, admiring the eerie view of the trees in the orange glow of the street lights. That's when I noticed the man walking towards me. I didn't have any reason to be nervous, it's not like he was following me because he came from another direction. My guard was up but I felt fairly calm and just avoided looking at him as our paths came closer to crossing. "Excuse me?" My heart started pounding in my chest as he spoke. My head started to wonder if I should be running. "I'm so sorry to bother you but do you know where Bank Street is? I calmed a little, looki

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I had made a hook-up late one night while traveling and in part 1 of this narrative I related our first night encounter as well as a touch of the next day. This is some of the rest of it. After breakfast and walking back to the cabin I had expressed my fantasy about truck drivers 'big rigs' with the sleepers and my host had showed me his. I then spent the next hour or so, turning his cockhead into a deep purple pulsing thing sucking and licking it. I slid my mouth up and down the shaft and swirled my tongue over the slit and the flare in the glans. Eventually he pulsed his cum into my mouth which I was glad to swallow. We laid back in the sleeper rig for a bit with me idly playing with his balls and stroking his semi-hard cock. Finally he moved to get up saying we were wasting a beautiful day so we went into the cabin he was staying in, flipped on the TV and kicked back. He said he wanted to shower and hinted that we both probably needed one. I was game for that so he started

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