Subject: Unconventional Convention
Story Codes: MF oral F-solo exhib adultery
Diary Date: June 26, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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For a girl (like me) who loves having sex in a church, you can just
imagine the opportunity presented by national church convention! Not to
mention I was attending courtesy of an invitation by my new boss – the
school administrator who I’d recently “interviewed” with for my job
starting this fall. His wife and kids were along as well but that just
made it all the hotter for me.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – An Invitation I Couldn’t Refuse
Chapter 2 – Bored at the Airport
Chapter 3 – Serving at the Opening Service
Chapter 4 – Grab-and-Go Lunch
Chapter 5 – Debate in the Exhibit Hall
Chapter 6 – Riding the Bus
Chapter 7 – Day’s End
Chapter 1 – An Invitation I Couldn’t Refuse
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It had been less than a month since my final “interview” with Mr.
Eisenberg, the School Administrator for the small school I will be
teaching at this coming fall. It may have been the most “interesting”
interview I’d ever had, and certainly not at all like I had been
expecting. After all, this WAS for a position at a VERY conservative
Christian elementary school.
Mr. Eisenberg WAS married – with children, not to mention I’d been forced
to resign last year by Mr. Eisenberg’s predecessor due to my supposed
“lack of ethics”. It was only due to his well-timed heart attack (at
least it was for me) that I even had the opportunity to apply for my old
job back. Considering everything, having to meet Mr. Eisenberg at a
hotel so he could fuck me was probably the last thing I had EVER would
have thought would happen as part of my “interview” process!
Now I am not so naïve as to think my “obligations” to Mr. Eisenberg would
end after just the one interview but at the same time, I felt confident
that I wouldn’t have to face the problem until at least the school year
started. Although I would undoubtedly cost him his job if I were to make
a stink about what he was doing to me but in doing so I would just as
assuredly lose my own job as well, not to mention any chance for a
teaching career anywhere else – for sure this time.
Thus I was reconciled to the fact that I would likely have periodic
“performance reviews” with him – at least regarding my performance when
it came to sucking his dick. Things could be a lot worse though. What
if I had been turned down for the job or if he had extorted me
financially or in other ways? All things considered, putting out a
little now and then for him wasn't exactly the worse price to pay for my
teaching position. The fact that he was cheating on his wife didn’t hurt
either when it came to how I felt about it.
All that was months away so why worry about it now? With summer here and
all the schools out on summer vacation, I was tutoring now pretty much
every day. To the disappointment of my distributor, I was making enough
to quit my modeling job with the home Passion party scene. Sure they
were fun, more so some times than others, but after a while they got to
be somewhat repetitious. I guess I could have exploited the
circumstances at times more than I did but then just imagine the
reputation I’d soon have had around town – not exactly the best thing to
have when you’re applying for a public school position down the road.
With all thoughts of Mr. Eisenberg pushed to the back of my mind, you can
imagine my surprise when my cell phone rang new day and I saw it was Mr.
Eisenberg calling. Puzzled as to what he might want (although a few
thoughts came to mind pretty quick), I cautiously answered. Mr.
Eisenberg got right to the point, explaining that he was a Deacon for the
church that sponsored the school and was representing the church at an
upcoming conference which was being held in Pasadena, CA.
Apparently another woman was suppose to represent the church as well but
she had a family problem of some sort and wouldn't be able to attend.
Given the short notice (it was only 3 days away) they had been unable to
find anyone to replace her so Mr. Eisenberg wanted to know if I would be
interested in attending. He also mentioned that he and his wife would
also appreciate having someone to watch over their kids at times. Turns
out he has two daughters, one in sixth grade and the other in eighth
grade, so it wasn’t like they really needed anyone to baby-sit them, more
like just be there in case anything went wrong.
As he went on with his explanation, I noted that he never mentioned
anything whatsoever about me and him doing anything. Oh yeah, like I
really believed he wasn't thinking about it! Besides, why else would he
have called me? Not only was I not a member of the church, I wasn’t even
of the same denomination so what sense did it make for me to be a
delegate? No doubt Mr. Eisenberg would be expecting me to do more than
just watch his kids for him... a LOT more. Still, there was no getting
around the fact that it WAS a church event, a pretty serious one at that.
Given that his wife and daughters would be with him most of the time, I
wondered if maybe he didn't say anything because he didn't yet have any
specific plans regarding me. More like he just wanted me to be there and
let the opportunities present themselves as they did. Sort of ironic I
guess in you could say he was putting it all in God’s hands – just not
the sort of “gesture of faith” most people would be expecting at a church
convention.
Wow, when I hung up the phone after he explained to me the schedule, I
realized I had only a couple of days to get myself ready. Although for
the past few weeks I’d been doing a lot of clothes shopping, most of what
I’d bought was intended for when I started teaching in the fall and
winter and so it wasn’t exactly suitable for hot California summers.
Fortunately, I’d also been doing some shopping for my tutoring jobs this
summer, trying to present myself a bit more professionally than just
wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top like I use to back when I was in
college. While the outfits I’d picked out were considerably more
conservative than those I typically wore around, no doubt they would
still be borderline for this type of convention.
If I was eight years old I might get away with wearing a skirt above the
knees, but not as a 24 years- old. Same went for cami’s – they look cute
on little girls, but at my age they also draw far more attention to all
the “wrong” places, at least more than what people considered “decent” in
traditionalist church denominations such as this one.
Looking through my wardrobe – if you can call a small closet a wardrobe,
I found a few outfits that should pass muster. Plus, I figured while
traveling I could wear more “casual clothes” and my bikinis would be fine
as there wasn’t a swimming pool at the Convention Center. Mr. Eisenberg
had mentioned that they were planning to rent an RV to minimize costs and
so we would be staying at some RV park a ways outside of Pasadena.
While I’d never seen an RV park other than in the movies, I figured folks
there wouldn't mind seeing me in my skimpy bikini, especially the guys -
although you never can tell about the girls these days as well. At least
I had plenty of “appropriate” underwear thanks to my recent shopping
splurges.
To my chagrin, teachers were required to wear bras at my school. Wearing
a bra any time is a pain if you ask me, but in summer it ranks as cruel
and unusual punishment. As uncomfortable as it might be, I didn’t have
to be told to know it would definitely be a requirement at these type of
affairs. Again, I didn’t want to misrepresent the church with any
embarrassing comments that might later filter back regarding my
appearance.
Suddenly I remembered my dad – I hadn’t told him yet what I was doing.
When I finally did call, all I got as his answering machine. Being as
late as it was, that meant he was probably “busy” with my Aunt Linda. It
seemed lately she practically lived at his house and their relationship
seemed to be growing deeper as time elapsed following my mom’s passing.
Really, it was inevitable when you think of it. Linda and he had dated
in high school at the same time he had been dating my mother, even though
mom was a couple of years behind her and three years behind him. My take
is that while he loved my mom as a partner the most (which is why he
eventually married her), he enjoyed having sex with her sister more
(which I guess is a good reason why he never stopped fucking her, even
after he married my mom).
Things between them had cooled off a bit after my mom was gone but over
time it revived and now they were like two adolescent kids in high school
going through their first crush. Sure it was all about sex rather than
love, but at their age, why not enjoy themselves? So long as the
arrangement suited them both given their stations in life, why not have a
bit of fun?
I ended up leaving my dad a message and then I laid back in bed to
contemplate all that had happened today. Boy, talk about changing your
plans for the next week, this one took the cake! Tomorrow would be even
busier as I had to call my tutoring clients and inform them I would be
out of town for almost a week. Then I had to go shopping for a couple
more outfits, then pack, get my hair done... the list went on. We would
be flying on some ungodly early flight – again to save money, which meant
I had to be in bed early the next night so there was a ton of things for
me to do and not much time to do them.
Dropping my nightshirt to the floor, I laid down naked in bed with the
covers off. Even with the air-conditioning running the room still felt a
bit too warm so I turned on a small fan next to my bed to circulate the
air better. As it rotated back and forth, the soft breeze blew over my
naked skin, bringing little goose bumps to the surface. My nipples even
perked up a bit and I felt a slight tingle in my boobs as the fan seemed
to almost caress my breasts as it passed by.
Mmmmmmm... Even though it was less than 24 hours since I’d last been laid
by a guy I’d been dating off and on lately, I was horny as hell and a
serious fuck wouldn't be so bad right about now. As for the guy I had
been with, there wasn't anything serious between us. We both had wanted
to get in each other’s pants (so to speak) from the first time we met and
now had a mutual arrangement where we would get together whenever one or
the other just needed some casual sex - no strings attached. Last night
he had initiated things by calling me but it wasn’t like I wasn’t
thinking about having some cock myself.
As I laid in bed I recalled how his erect dick had felt as it slid into
my pussy for the first time (at least the first time that night). My
hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they reached down to my
crotch while I subconsciously lifted my hips to meet his imaginary
thrusts as he rammed his stiff dick into me, stretching me out and giving
me that incredible sensation I feel whenever my pussy expands to allow
for a dick to initially penetrate me.
God had it felt so good to imagine feeling him entering me! I pushed my
middle finger into my already wet pussy, reminding me of that wonderfully
hard cock as it violated my most private part of my body, filling the
void within me that was craving to be satisfied.
As I laid there with my eyes clothes, I continued to masturbate as I
thought about how it seems people always say it is the guys who get
horny, like they are the only ones that get so anxious for sex that they
will do most anything for it. These same people seem to think that girls
just react to the guy’s needs, like she doesn't want it just as bad as he
does, like a girl can’t possible ever be as ridiculously horny as a guy,
or even more.
Well in a word – bullshit. Sure last night he’d called me because he
needed to get off but as we undressed and I first started to suck his
dick, bringing it to a full state of erection, I couldn't even imagine
how he could want to fuck me as badly as I wanted him to do me. It was
like I was almost cramping from the insane desire that consumed me. As I
sucked his wonderfully hard dick I played with my pussy, feeling the warm
wetness between my legs that betrayed my lust for him. Did I say I was
wet? Heck, it was more like a flood.
My pussy was drenched with my desire and NEED to be fucked. By the time
he had me on my hands and knees, unashamedly sticking my bare butt up in
the air as I pleaded for him to fuck me, I would’ve done almost anything
to be fucked by then. No... not “almost”, make that anything, anything
he wanted just so long as he put his dick in me.
Fortunately, he was horny as well so it wasn't like he took advantage of
my condition and teased me with his dick the way some guys might have had
they realized how I was feeling. Instead, he grabbed by ass with both
hands, spreading my butt cheeks apart as he leaned forward and pushed his
glorious cock up against me without even using his hands. He laid his
hard dick on top of my ass, letting slowly it slide down my ass crack
until I felt it pass by my asshole and then it was there – right at the
entrance to my pussy, all wet and ready for him after I’d been playing
with myself while I sucked him. I started to reach back, to help him
inside of my pussy but it wasn't necessary, he lunged forward, driving
his stiff dick hard against my hot pussy, forcing my wet pussy lips apart
and burying the head of his monstrous dick inside of me.
I came immediately when he entered me.
The feel of the mushroom tip of his dick inside of me was all I needed by
then to drive me over the cliff. Oh my god, it was EXACTLY what I’d been
dying for, that feeling of fullness between my legs, like he was
spreading me apart until I felt as if I might split in two. This was SO
much better than my finger, SO much better indeed! As I cried out, wave
after wave of the most incredible pleasure rolled through me as he held
his dick there just inside of my pussy.
Whether it was because he was enjoying the feeling of my pussy as it
pulsed around his dick as I went through the throes of my orgasm, or
maybe he simply couldn't move it in my any further due to the way I was
gripping down on his dick, squeezing it like a vise with my crotch.
Whatever the reason, it was exactly what I needed now. Any more would
have been waste as all I needed right at this instant was the feeling of
him entering me – the feeling of being mated, the feeling of a man
coupling with me, joining his body together with mine as I submitted
myself to his will.
As I dreamed of that wonderful orgasm I’d experienced not that long ago,
a real orgasm began to flare up within me and I felt my pussy clamping
down on my finger. My cum gushed from me, soaking my crotch and moving
down my ass onto the bed sheets. My clit practically sizzled and all I
had to do was barely touch it and it like someone poking me with an
electric cattle prod – except instead of hurting it electrified me in a
way that is simply indescribable.
One hand kept fingering my pussy as the other rubbed my clit as my orgasm
swept over me while I continued to recall how I’d been fucked so well.
As my “virtual” orgasm decreased”, he pushed his dick deeper into me
until I felt his crotch pressing up against my bare butt, his lush pubic
hair brushing up against my smooth ass. As he pressed it tightly into
me, he rotated his hips, causing his dick to move around and around
inside of me as his pubic hair tickled my warm ass. Memories of his dick
in me continued as I twisted onto my side into a fetal position, keeping
one hand on my pulsing clit as I rubbed my damp ass with the other hand.
God I loved to touch myself!
Yes, I loved to feel my smooth round butt in my hand as I masturbated
myself with the other. My orgasm was down to a lower degree now but it
was like my entire crotch was this giant heartbeat as the throbbing of my
pulse was amplified by the ultra-sensitivity of my hard clit as it seemed
my pussy was literally consumed with my lust and desire for that cock...
that WONDERFUL that had fucked me so wonderfully just the night before.
God I love dicks!
My hand moved from my ass to my breasts as my fingers continued to play
over my clit and pussy like a concert pianist, but instead of beautiful
music my touch created the most wonderful sensations deep with me, that
then swelled to the surface like the heat of the sun as it rises from its
core and then flares out into the universe. Indeed, I felt as hot as the
sun as it seemed pleasure was literally pouring out from every pore of my
body. My fingers teased my nipples and I jumped involuntarily at the
first touch, almost like I was being shocked when I touched them again
more gingerly. I gripped my nipple between my fingers, tugging on it and
then letting it snap back before repeating the movement over and over
again – and then over yet again.
My boobs felt so good in my hand, firm yet soft as my finger massaged
each in turn. I remember how they had swung back and forth beneath me as
I was being fucked from behind, and then how it felt to have him kissing
and biting them as he flipped me over and fucked me missionary style and
then finally spooning with me, his hand gripping my boobs both at once,
squeezing them together.
It felt so good to masturbate – probably why I do it so much. Yet
somehow something was missing - it just wasn't the same as being fucked
by a guy. Still, I came again and yet again before finally falling
asleep exhausted with my hands clutching my crotch.
Chapter 2 – Bored at the Airport
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Even though I haven’t flown that many times, the thrill of flying had
long since left me – if it had ever been there in the first place. It
wasn’t that I was afraid of flying, I just didn’t like it. Being cooped
up in a small tube with hundreds of strangers, breathing recirculated air
that contained God only knows what pathogens, fighting for room with the
inevitable fat guy that I always seemed to be stuck sitting next to,
dealing with the ear-popping, the dry air, and generally rude people...
well you might say I hadn’t been looking forward to the flight.
Within the first thirty minutes at the Pittsburgh airport, my jaded views
about flying were only reinforced. Flying with the cheap seats meant we
had to wait in the cattle lanes while people with overweight bags tried
to repack them, idiots without proper ID tried to negotiate their way on-
board (and failing), then there were the security lines – hell on earth
if there ever was.
I decided to drive myself to the airport even though Mr. Eisenberg had
offered me a ride. It wasn't I didn't want to be with them, I just
wanted to be on my own schedule for as long as possible before being
subjugated to heaven only knew what was awaiting me for the next five
days. When I met the family at the check-in it was actually the first
time I’d met his wife and daughters. Even though I’d seen family photos
in his office, you never really know how someone looks until you see them
in person.
The first thing that struck me was that for the first time, I saw Mr.
Eisenberg in something other than a suit (or his birthday suit for that
matter). My first impression when I’d seen him last month has been that
of a handsome, middle-age man, balding slightly at the sides although his
hair was still dark. He seemed to be of average build, several inches
taller than me even back then with my heels so now he towered over me in
my sneakers. He could have used a few workouts at the gym but was no
means fat.
Then there was Kelly. Yes, his wife’s name was Kelly and from the start
I just knew it would be SO annoying. She was even prettier than her
picture on her husband’s desk. Kelly was either was well-endowed by
Mother Nature or had some outside assistance when it came to her boobs
which looked incredible, even with the loose dress she was wearing. The
outline of her bra was visible and it was undoubtedly helping to support
them so I would have to wait until later to tell if they were real or
not.
In any case, she probably looked great in a bikini as her figure,
especially her legs, showed signs that she spent a lot of time working
out as well. Seeing how gorgeous she was, it made me wonder why her
husband would risk his marriage with her by cheating on her. Then again,
it also made me feel all the better about myself knowing he was willing
to throw away a marriage with such a hot wife just to have me.
Their two daughters remained back, as if a little shy but it could have
been indifference more than anything. It was one reason I didn’t want to
teach the higher grades for now – the boys are all hormones and the girls
adopt the typical “princess” attitudes. God, it was like they knew
everything and the rest of us on the earth were placed here solely to
annoy them.
Looking at the two of them, it was hard to believe they were sisters. At
least one of them HAD to have been adopted. Morgan was the older of the
two, soon to be an 8th grader. She was as platinum blonde as her sister
Kenzie was a dark brunette, her hair as curly as her sister’s was
straight. With her arms folded and that look of total boredom on her
cute face, she was indeed the epitome of the “princess” category I
mentioned before. There would be no satisfying her on this trip and I
just knew that the whole time she would act as though nothing was worthy
of her interest so I immediately pigeon-holed her in my “ignore her” box
that I put girls like her in when I really didn't have to deal with them.
Kenzie (short for Mackenzie) was the youngest and would be entering 6th
grade this fall. She seemed more shy than anything, yet she had this
impish little grin that belied something more simmering just under the
surface. Oh yeah, I had a feeling SHE was going to be the one to watch
out for. Both girls were wearing conservative loose shorts that came
almost to their knees. Morgan’s were a light pink while Kenzie’s were
blue denim. Kenzie was cute but Morgan was definitely going to be a
hottie as she may have been just fourteen but she already had the look of
a girl several years older – and the boobs to match (maybe her mom’s were
real?).
As for Kenzie, she was just starting to show signs of a future bust but
if she had the same genes as her sister and mom seemed to share, it
wasn't going to be long before she would be trying on her first real bra.
Morgan had legs I would’ve killed for at her age while Kenzie’s still had
that thin coltish look of a twelve year-old. I wondered what the two of
them would say if they knew what their dad had demanded of me not quite a
month earlier?
As I approached them they all looked at me. Well, the girls just glanced
and then went back to their I-Pods and cell phones. Mr. Eisenberg gave
me the standard “guy” once over, his eyes focusing in on my boobs while
his wife “inspected” me – the best way I can describe the serious look
she gave me along with the slight frown on her face. Sheesh, it wasn’t
like I was in full “slut mode”, but my white denim shorts were
considerably shorter relative to my legs than her daughters’, coming
maybe a third of the way down my thighs (at most) but still fully
covering my ass. They were pretty tight but even had I sat down with my
legs spread open I wouldn't have to worry about revealing anything. One
good thing about them was that at least I didn't have to worry about
wearing panties with them.
On top I was wearing a salmon tank top with a light green blouse that I
left unbuttoned but which covered my arms and shoulders a bit as it was a
still pretty cool this early in the morning. The blouse also added
another layer over my boobs such that my nipples, which were poking
through the tank top as I wasn't wearing a bra, were covered most of the
time. I was wearing sneakers with white anklets and all-in-all I felt I
was relatively conservative considering what I COULD have worn (or not).
Mr. Eisenberg introduced me to everyone. His wife shook my hand coolly
and quickly disengaged with just a terse “good morning”. I saw her
glance at her husband, catching him with his eyes once again focused on
my chest, and I could see the look of disapproval on her face. No doubt
she was having second thoughts about her husband’s scheme to invite me
along as I was sure it was HIS idea, not hers.
One thing I soon learned that I hadn’t expected – the girls would not be
with us the majority of the time. It seemed that there was a special
“kid’s camp” for teens that would keep them busy going to places like
Universal Studios, the beach and such. Actually, it sounded like fun! I
can’t say I was disappointed they would be out of my hair and it also
meant the RV wouldn't be as crowded, not to mention two less pairs of
prying eyes.
As Mr. Eisenberg checked us in (and thankfully paid the luggage fee for
my bag), his Kelly wasted no time in letting me know her expectations and
terms for the trip. She pulled me over to the side, smiling sweetly to
her husband as if she was going to share some sort of “girl thing” with
me, but that pleasant expression evaporated immediately as she turned to
face me.
“Look, I don't know what’s going on here exactly but I just want to get
one thing clear from the outset,” she hissed in a terse tone, “When Bill
told me he was inviting a teacher from school I just assumed it was one
of the old biddies and didn’t think twice about it. If I’d known my
husband was inviting a slut like you I would NEVER have gone along with
it.”
I started to protest at the “slut” reference but she wouldn't let me get
a word in edgewise.
“Oh now don't try to give me that,” she cut me off, “Oh I’ve seen your
type before... hell, I WAS your type at your age so don’t think you can
fool me for a minute. You just stay away from Bill – got it sweetie?”
I again started to protest, trying to say I had no idea what she was
talking about but she would have none of it.
“Give me a break, no idea... humph!,” she practically snorted with
undisguised disgust for me, “Just like you somehow ‘forgot’ to put on a
bra this morning? And if those shorts were any higher your ass would be
hanging out. You DO know this is a CHURCH convention, don’t you? Have
you no shame?”
Trying not to make the situation any worse than it already was, I assured
her that indeed I did and that I was sorry if my outfit offended her (I
really wasn’t but I figured I’d better say so). I then promised not to
do anything like she was implying but of course, I had no intention of
keeping my word. Let’s be real - if it came down to doing whatever I had
to do in order to keep my job or my word to her, there was little doubt
what my decision would be.
Before our “discussion” could get any more heated, Mr. Eisenberg broke in
with the tickets and checked our luggage. We gathered our remaining
things and took the shuttle train to the terminal. I managed to grab a
seat on the ledge at the front of the train car so I could watch as we
zoomed through the tunnel. At the end of the line, the train lurched
from side to side (someone tried explaining to me why it did that but I
don't remember now what it was), pushing me into Morgan who had taken a
seat next to me. She didn’t even acknowledge me, more interested in
something on her cell phone or whatever than me.
Once in the terminal we had over an hour before the flight was due to
leave, leaving at least a half-hour before boarding would begin. Mr.
Eisenberg treated us all to breakfast at MacDonald’s and by the time we
were done, it was time to get on the plane. I found that I had the
window seat with Kenzie next to me and Morgan on the aisle while Mr.
Eisenberg and Kelly had the two seats on the opposite side (there were
five across in this plane). She took the aisle seat, probably more to
keep an eye on the girls but it also kept her husband as far away from me
as possible.
We flew to Denver first, a long and boring flight during which I slept
most of the way. The plane was freezing so I had myself covered with a
blanket most of the way. It wasn't like I had some hot guy next to me to
admire my legs and boobs so why freeze to death for nothing?
Denver was a two hour layover so I took the time to walk the airport. I
loved the way the guys would look at me as I slowly trolled the terminal,
like a fisherman slowly trolling his bait through the water waiting for a
strike. Nobody actually tried to approach me and I’m not sure what my
response would have been had someone tried. I was feeling a bit horny
after a while and with another flight ahead of me, I ducked into the
restroom to take care of things – and I’m not referring to my makeup!
Inside the stall I quickly dropped my shorts to my ankles and leaned back
on the seat, my hand immediately seeking out my horny clit. God it felt
good to finally be able to touch myself again! I’d been tempted to do it
on the plane under the blanket, but I really didn’t want the two girls to
see me doing anything as no doubt they would have told their mother about
it later.
I managed to masturbate for almost twenty minutes until I finally made
myself cum, thoughts of Mr. Eisenberg fucking me as his sexy wife looked
on, helpless to stop him, cursing him for cumming inside of me. In my
mind it would serve her right to have to watch. Heck, it wasn't like she
didn't deserve it. I’d already determined that she was cheating on her
husband as it was the only plausible excuse for a women like her to not
be more demanding of her husband, at least enough to keep him from
wandering.
After I’d cum I tasted my wet fingers and smiled as I savored the odor
and flavor of my own horny pussy. Other girls tasted good but there’s
just something about the taste of your own pussy that always seems to be
best. Looking in the mirror, I frowned as I saw my face and upper chest
was noticeably flushed. Oh well, it wasn't like there was anything I
could do about it with only a few minutes remaining before we boarded
again so I would just have to hope nobody noticed.
Yeah, like THAT was going to happen with his wife being so suspicious of
me already. Sure enough, as I joined the Eisenbergs I saw Kelly glance
at me and then her head turned towards me and she looked at me even
closer. She managed to work her way next to me and once again I felt her
arm pull me to the side. I had a feeling what was about to come and she
didn’t disappoint me – if you could call it that.
“God, you ARE quite the slut, aren’t you,” she accused me, “For heaven’s
sake, couldn't you even wash up and put on some perfume afterwards? You
stink like a filthy whore.”
Well, I surely didn't think I smelled all THAT bad and besides, I doubted
her husband noticed. It was something that girl’s tend to notice more
than guys for some reason. Maybe it’s the hormones and DNA that cause a
girl to notice when another girl is “in heat”, perhaps some ancestral
remnant from back when a woman was competing for a mate and it helped to
know when her “competition” was horny or had been “active”. I don't know
but I DO know that I can smell another woman’s pussy after she’d had sex,
just as I was sure Kelly could now smell mine, even if it had just been
masturbation and not “real” sex.
Rather than respond with some remark that would just make things worse
between us, I simply shrugged and smiled at her, not so big a smile as to
be taunting her but enough to let her know I had enjoyed myself earlier.
She rolled her eyes with a sigh of disgust and joined her husband as we
boarded our flight.
This time he evidently was unable to get an entire row for us all and we
were spread out over three rows instead with Mr. Eisenberg and Kelly near
the front, the girls a couple of seat behind them, and me all alone
towards the rear of the plane. At least it wasn't the last row! I had
the window seat once again and this time the middle seat was empty which
was fortunate as the guy who took the aisle seat barely fit between the
armrests and had any poor sole been made to sit next to him, they
would’ve had their personal space severely restricted.
The guy next to me looked to be middle age, his face dripping sweat
simply from the exertion of boarding and his shirt was even showing
stains where the sweat underneath had soaked through. It was really
quite disgusting and I tried to ignore him by turning my head to the
window. No doubt he was staring at my legs as I tilted towards the
window. Oh well, I hope he enjoyed what he saw as it was as far as I
would ever go for someone as nasty as him.
Once again the plane’s air-conditioning was set to Super-Max or whatever
the coldest setting was and I asked the attendant for a blanket. She
brought back this postage-stamp sized thin thing which was posing as a
blanket but it was better than nothing. As I watched the clouds go by
outside the window, I felt the twinge between my legs to remind of me how
it had felt when I had cum in the restroom earlier. It hadn’t been
anything special but sometimes you need that – a simple masturbation time
with a pleasant ending.
With the blanket covering me, I leaned the seat back and tucked my arms
and hands under the blanket. I glanced quickly over at fat guy next to
me and his eyes averted as I surprised him before he could look away
first. Hmmm, if he only knew how horny I was... not to mention losing
about a hundred pounds...
Twisting in my seat towards the window, I had my hand between my legs and
once again I felt this terrible urge to masturbate. Well, actually I
wanted to be fucked a LOT more than just doing myself but under the
circumstances, masturbating was the only real option. Maybe in a porn
movie I would go to the restroom and meet up with a handsome stranger
with a thick dick but this was the real world and only person heading to
the restroom was a mother and her young daughter.
I unbuttoned the top of my shorts and quickly slipped my hand inside.
With the blanket over me it would have looked like I was just trying to
keep warm but the warmth now being generated in my crotch had nothing to
do with the thin blanket covering me! Indeed, it was little ironic as on
the outside I was still cold and shivering but inside of me it was like a
furnace raging out of control.
It didn't take long to get myself off and I tried to stifle a gasp as I
came but a little gasp still managed to leak out. I doubted that anybody
could have heard it being so soft but it still felt so damn good to allow
myself to at least let a little of my pleasure to escape.
Buttoning the shorts was more daunting than undoing them, taking two
hands to get them pulled tight enough together to get the button to line
up with the hole. It had to be pretty obvious what I was doing, leading
to the question as to why I was having to do it in the first place. Oh
well, so what if someone DID see me and wonder, it wasn't like I was
ashamed to masturbate.
Had I thought I could get away with it I would have done it without the
blanket over me. No doubt the fat guy would have enjoyed watching the
show. For that matter, I’d never known ANY guy not to enjoy watching me
masturbate. Looking at his bulging stomach, he had boobs bigger than
most of the women on the plane as I couldn't help but wonder if he could
even get it up – and if he did could he even see it over his bulging
stomach? Really, how can people let themselves go like that? I mean,
sure I could probably stand to lose two or three pounds, but it’s not
like my stomach is hanging over my jeans or anything.
The rest of the flight, at least what was ;left of it, passed uneventful.
I watched out the window as we landed at LAX and as the wheels touched
down, my heart was beating faster for the first time in my life, I was in
sunny California!
Chapter 3 – Serving at the Opening Service
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We’d arrived the previous afternoon and after collecting our baggage,
somehow found our way to the RV rental agency and drove off with what was
to be “home” for the remaining duration of our trip. Having never been
in one before, I was anxious to see how it would look. Indeed,
nightmares of Robin Williams’ movies had been going through my head but
in the end, it actually turned out to be pretty cool.
Following the instructions drowned out by our trusty GPS, we drove
straight to the RV park where hundreds of other RVs were already in
place. Amazingly, no two seemed to be the same although I noted none had
the big rental advertisement plastered on the side that ours was
sporting. I had been wondering how we would get back and forth between
the park and the convention as I couldn't imagine this behemoth
negotiating the city streets, let alone find a suitable parking place.
THAT “problem” had been addressed by renting a car, his wife driving it
behind us as the rest of us explored the RV on the way to the park.
The next morning proved to be interesting as there was only one bathroom
in the RV versus four women. Fortunately, there was a community bathroom
just down the road so I gathered my things and headed for it. Thankfully
it was cleaner than I’d expected and empty most of the time as well. I
guess most people just used the facilities in their RV. At least with
the girls leaving today for their camp it wouldn't be so crowded when it
came to using the RV facilities for the rest of the weekend.
Mr. Eisenberg graciously left the RV as we girls got dressed and I saw
Kelly (his wife – such a pain having the same name!) watching me closely
as I picked out an outfit. Regardless of what she might think about me,
I DID know when and how to dress appropriately and I knew today’s events
were NOT the time or place to wear some slutty short outfit or revealing
strapless sundress that showed half my boobs.
It wasn't so much I was worried about what people would think about me
but more that I didn’t want to embarrass Mr. Eisenberg and possibly even
the church should someone later say something. The whole point in
accepting this invitation was to KEEP my job, not lose it by having some
sanctimonious asshole send word back home that I was displaying myself
inappropriately at a church service. In the end I chose a simple black
skirt and a conservative white blouse. I even made sure that Kelly saw
me put on a bra. She was watching me with her thin lips pursed but she
seemed to approve of my outfit, or at least she didn’t come to me and
pull me aside for another lecture.
During the driving into town, I took the seat behind Mr. Eisenberg with
Morgan taking the opposite leaving poor Kenzie, being the youngest, stuck
in the center. Of course she complained and whined but where else was
there for her to ride? Heck, I certainly wasn't about to sit on the
hump! As we drove into Pasadena, I got my first good look at the city
and was impressed. The old part of town was loaded with the cutest
stores and interesting restaurants.
We pulled into a parking garage across the street from the convention
center and joined the throng that was headed for the old convention
center building located in the middle of two more recent additions. The
interior was dimly lit and as we walked into the seating area I had to
let my eyes adjust. It was so beautiful! I couldn't help but grin as I
noted the paintings on the walls flanking the stage included nude men –
and were anatomically correct. Hmmm, what would people say today if
someone tried to paint such graphic images in a new building?
We had almost a half-hour before things were scheduled to kick off so I
excused myself to look around. As I wandered the halls, I felt a hand on
my arm and I turned to see none other than Mr. Eisenberg! He silently
maneuvered me over and away from everyone else and then whispered in my
ear saying, “Mmmmmmm, Kelly... you have no idea how bad I want to fuck
you right now.” He was barely audible above the growing rumble of people
gathering but I could still detect the hoarse lust in his tone of voice.
“Like... now?” I asked incredulously. Not that I didn’t want to get laid
but where in the world could we do anything at all in this crowded place?
“Just follow me,” he instructed me as he swiftly moved down the hallway
away from the main area.
From the way he kept looking around I could tell that he didn't seem to
know his way around but then again, I didn't think he’d ever been here
before so how would he? He passed an unmarked door and then turned back.
He tried the handle and I was surprised to see that it was unlocked.
Glancing inside, he motioned for me to follow. It turned out to be a
crowded storage room with electrical stuff on the walls and tables and
chairs stacked on rolling things used to get them back and forth between
various places. As soon as I was inside, he closed the door behind us
and locked it. Turning to me, the sexual lust in his eyes and the horny
look on his face was unmistakable.
“Surely you didn't think I invited you along with because I couldn’t find
anyone else to take old Mrs. Gromansky’s place?” he said with a nasty
grin on his face as he approached me like a lion stalking his prey.
There was no need for me to respond as he undoubtedly knew the answer
already. What surprised me was that he was trying to do it NOW. Heck,
there would be plenty of opportunities later, such as at the RV park,
where we could be more discreet so why risk everything this way?
Apparently his pent-up desires had trumped any common sense or caution.
When he was up next to me his hands went down to the front of his pants
and he undid his belt and pants, pulling down the zipper to open them up.
Then he reach in to fish out his horny dick, pulling it up and over the
elastic waistband of his boxers. That was my cue so I bent my knees and
lowered myself down until my face was level with his crotch, leaving his
dick staring me in the face like a one-eyed snake. With my longer than
usual skirt I wasn’t too anxious to kneel as I didn't want to have to
worry about it dragging on the floor.
“Now that’s what I call being a good girl... I see someone still wants to
keep her job,” he murmured as I took his cock in my hand and started to
slowly stroke it, looking up at him with a grin on my face that wasn’t
entirely faked.
Sure, I may have been blackmailed to do this but a dick is still a dick
and I loved the feel of it in my hand, regardless of the circumstance.
True, I DID want to keep my job and I had no problem sucking his dick as
often as he asked if that’s what it took to be able to teach. However,
now I had an added incentive, one he likely didn't even know about. With
his wife sticking her nose into things and after seeing how hot she was,
now I especially wanted to suck his dick. It would serve the bitch right
to let her husband fuck me literally right under her nose. Given he
seemed to get off from the domination trip, I kept these thoughts to
myself - why spoil his little game?
“Oh yes Mr. Eisenberg, I DO want to keep my job,” I said in a meek voice,
trying to sound submissive, “I'll do anything to keep it, ANYTHING you
ask. Just tell me what you want. I’ll do anything but you have to TELL
me.”
“Oh yeah... you’re such a fucking slut... well if that’s the way you want
it then suck my cock bitch,” he said, getting perhaps a little full of
himself but it was no big deal to me what he said – it was his dick that
had my interest.
I took his stiffening cock into my mouth and quickly had it all the way
in, then I pulled my mouth back and just licked the end his growing dick
to tease him.
“Damn I love seeing my dick in your mouth,” he groaned as I started
sucking his dick slowly, “It makes you look like the fuckin’ whore you
are, selling yourself for a job.”
I looked up and I saw him staring down at me, watching me intently as he
thrust his hips back and forth, driving his now erect dick in and out of
my open mouth. He put both hands on the back of my head and pulled my
head into him crotch, driving his hard rod all the way into my mouth
until it was forced down my throat just a bit, not stopping until my nose
was plastered against his hairy crotch such that the musky odor of his
manhood was almost overwhelming.
“Jesus H. Christ... I love it when you do that,” he moaned as I twisted
my head around his dick, letting my tongue tickle his shaft in the
process. I pulled back to breath and then stroked his dick as I dropped
it from my mouth to look up at him.
“So tell me Mr. Eisenberg, does your wife suck your cock this good?” I
asked innocently but without an innocent thought in my head.
“Hell no... not even close,” he gasped as my tongue flickered over the
mushroom head of his dick, “You could teach her a lot... now suck it...
suck my dick.”
Like I had a choice in the matter at this point. He pushed his dick
against my lips, driving it into my mouth as he once again pulled my head
into his crotch. His hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair which he used as
handles to pull my head in and out of his crotch, stroking his rock-hard
dick in and out of my mouth in the process.
“God you’re such a dirty slut,” he groaned, “I really do want to fuck
you.”
Well... FINALLY! As much as I loved sucking his dick, it would have been
different had we more time but a quick look at my watch told me half our
time was already gone. Time flies when you’re having fun! After a
couple days of nothing but masturbating, my pussy was craving a dick and
I could feel the wetness between my legs already as it anticipated what
was about to come its way. Standing upright again, I leaned over a pile
of tables, letting my panty- covered butt stick out behind me towards
him.
“Yes, Mr. Eisenberg, anything you want,” I said as if I was doing it only
because he demanded so.
Yeah, like I didn’t want a hard dick in my warm pussy just as bad as he
did – maybe even more at this point, even if it WAS his.
“You can fuck me if you want to Mr. Eisenberg... anything you want. Just
please let me keep my job.”
OK, so maybe I was edging on being melodramatic but it seemed to turn him
on so why not? He pulled my panties down to my knees in one swift
motion, threatening to rip them in the process but somehow they stayed in
one piece. My now bare ass was exposed, waiting for him to fuck me as
he’d promised. My pussy was screaming for his cock! I wanted to tell
him how badly I wanted him to fuck me, how bad I NEEDED him to fuck me
but I tried to stay in the submissive role, acting as if I was giving up
myself to him only to keep my job, that he was getting to fuck me because
of his position and authority over me, not because I was needing to be
fucked so badly I could barely contain myself.
“God I love your ass,” he murmured as I felt the head of his cock press
against my butt crack and slide down and over my asshole until it was
lined up with my waiting pussy, “I love to feel my cock against your
cunt... your slutty wet cunt... You’re such a bad girl, you’d do anything
to keep your job, wouldn't you... wouldn't you... you fuckin’ whore?”
“Yes... I'll do anything Mr. Eisenberg... anything you want,” I said,
almost ready to scream from the sexual frustration that was about to make
me burst.
Damn, I wanted him in me so badly instead of playing this silly game but
it was what he apparently wanted, “You can fuck me... but only if that’s
what it takes to keep my job.”
Now I WAS getting carried away and for moment I was afraid he might be
offended, thinking I was just playing him. Well, of course I WAS but he
didn't have to know that. It didn't matter anyway as being as horny as
he was, his lust was blinding him from reality. Heck, right now I could
have said about anything and I doubted that he would even hear me as he
seemed to be in that strange state men get into when fucking me. This
was no longer something he WANTED to do, but something he HAD to do and
nothing was going to stop him. Even if his wife had walked in right now
I doubt that he could have stopped himself from pushing his dick in me...
just as he finally did at that moment!
“Oh Mr. Eisneberg, I love your big dick inside of my cunt,” I called out
to him, trying not to let my ecstasy come through too much.
I was afraid that if he ever found out that I would have gladly let him
fuck me today regardless of my job situation that he might somehow not
get off as much from it. He certainly loved the domination factor and
for him to learn that I WANTED him to fuck me would likely only serve to
lessen the experience for him. Since it was in my best interest to make
him happy, I was more than willing to play along.
Once he finally had himself all the way in me he didn't waste any time,
pounding my wet pussy with his dick as his hairy crotch slammed into my
ass on each inward stroke. He was going as fast as he could, driving
himself in and out of my starving pussy like a man gone crazy. Indeed,
it was about all I could do to keep from falling over onto the tables
below me when he would slam himself hard into me.
Once when he pulled out he went too far and his cock slipped out of my
pussy. Feeling suddenly empty, I mewed like a spoiled kitten whose milk
bowl had just been taken away, waiting impatiently for him to reinsert
his dick into my pussy. After what seemed to be hours but was likely
only seconds, once again I felt the satisfaction of my pussy being filled
with a real dick, just as God intended it to be. It was like I felt
incomplete without a dick in me, as if something was missing, a piece of
the puzzle gone. It was only when my pussy was filled with a hard cock
that I felt complete, like I was a total woman for that brief period of
time as a man fucks me.
“Oh fuck yeah... I’m gonna cum!” he groaned and then he suddenly stopped
stroking and buried his dick as deep into me as he could.
There seemed to be this terribly long pause as we both just stood there
motionless, waiting for the inevitable eruption which finally came.
“Oh yeah, that’s it... take my cum like a whore,” he demanded as I felt
his cock erupt inside of me.
It felt wonderful as his adulterous cum literally exploded from his cock,
being released deep inside of me. Over and over I felt his hips twitch
against my ass as one load after another was shot inside of me. After
the fifth or sixth time I had to wonder, God, just how much cum did he
have today?
Finally he stopped and for a few surreal moments, we simply stood still,
neither of us moving a muscle or uttering a word. It was as if the two
of us were trying to take in the overwhelming sensations that arose from
his cumming inside of me.
When he finally DID pull his dwindling out of me, it was like being hit
with a bucket of cold water as my pussy cried out for him to come back,
to fill it once again with the only thing that ever truly satisfied it.
But the service was about to start and indeed, the pre-service music had
already begun judging from the sounds of things outside, and we had to
get going.
“Wait here a few minutes so we don't arrive at the same time,” he
instructed me as he did his pants and buckled his belt.
His spent dick was shrinking rapidly and I figured that by the time he
reached his seat, it would be barely noticeable, if at all.
It was too bad that I couldn’t say the same for me. I pulled out a comb
from my purse and tried to straighten my hair out but without a mirror it
as difficult at best. Reaching down, I pulled up my panties but before
getting them all the way up, I wiped some of the cum that had drained
from me off my pussy with my hand so as not to stain my panties any more
than necessary. It wasn't the cum stains I was worried about so much as
the wet appearance it would give should anyone somehow get a view under
my skirt.
Licking his cum off my fingers, it tasted pretty good. Mmmmmmm, maybe
next time I should get him to shoot off in my mouth? Yes, I knew for a
fact that there would be a “next time”. The only real question was when
and where?
Walking into the auditorium, I found the Eisenbergs and walked down to
take my seat. Fortunately they had left the aisle seat open so I didn't
have to make anyone move out of the way. Unfortunately I was seated next
to his wife, standing guard between me and her husband. The girls were
also around but they were with the rest of the youth group and would be
departing immediately after the service. As we stood there singing,
Kelly leaned over and whispered into my ear, her voice barely audible
over the chaotic noise of the singing and the band.
“Oh my God, you already got yourself laid?” she said incredulously,
“You’re even more a slut that I’d given you credit. Sheesh!”
How she knew I’d just been fucked was a bit of a mystery. Maybe it was
the glow I felt about me after finally getting what I’d been craving for
the past couple of days. Surely she couldn't smell the sex on me with
this crowd around us. My face was probably the giveaway as it was
flushed so baldly I felt like I had a bad sunburn.
This time I responded, but just a little as I looked back at her and
grinned, letting her wonder for herself who the lucky guy was. Why she
didn’t put two and two together with her husband being MIA for the past
half hour and now me showing up freshly fucked... well maybe she was in
denial – or maybe just more clueless than I’d expected.
As we sat in the seats during the service, it was all I could do to keep
from squirming as my pussy tingled in the aftermath of being fucked.
Mmmmmmm, it was just like when my dad would fuck me before going to
church and I could feel his cum dripping down my bare ass to the pew
under me.
The worst was not being able to touch myself. It was all I could do to
keeping my hands from my ultra-horny crotch! Standing up to sing a
medley of songs, I could feel his cum draining from me and I knew I would
have to keep Kelly from seeing my cum-stained panties later tonight when
we changed clothes. Or maybe not? After all, she had correctly
identified what I’d been doing today so would she really care about my
panties being soaked with cum? Of course, if she WHOSE cum it was, then
things would be a LOT different, that was for sure.
It was sort of symbolic having a load of adulterous cum inside me now as
I sat through the service, praising God. Yes indeed, my prayers had been
answered! I had been praying since I first learned about this trip that
I would be fucked good and wham – I’d gotten it even before the first
church service! Now tell me that if this isn’t an answer to prayer, then
what is? It remained to be seen what would happen next – and with who,
but as it is said, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
Chapter 4 – Grab-and-Go Lunch
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It wasn't long before I started to think that maybe this convention
wasn’t going to be so boring after all. The opening service was done by
noon and it as time for lunch. Even though there were signs for some
pretty cool places to eat right across the road, the Eisenbergs had
bought meal tickets for most of the meals, some of which included a
presentation of something else to do. Judging from the prices, they’d
better be serving steak and caviar but unfortunately that wasn't to be
the way it went. The first lunch was billed as a “Grab-and- Go” which I
took to mean some sort of box lunch. Damn, for $20 it had better be a
pretty darn good box!
We headed for the convention center, Kelly and Mr. Eisenberg (I just
couldn't get myself to call my boss by his first name, no matter what
he’d said earlier about it) broke apart and we made arrangements to meet
later that day. There were some people they apparently knew that they
wanted to meet so for the most part I was left to be on my own.
Considering I’m not even a member of this denomination, I wasn't exactly
thrilled about attending too many of the events.
The main ballroom had been split up into different sections by moveable
walls and the lunch I had a ticket for was in a relatively small room
crammed with tables and chairs. Before long the mob from the opening
service had arrived and the room was buzzing. Someone rolled in some
carts with boxes on them which I took to be our lunch and as it turned
out, I was correct. Ugh, some type of green wrap, a bag of chips and
some Oreo cookies. $20 for this?
“Not exactly what I suppose you were expecting?”
I turned and saw I was being addressed by some guy behind me who was
inspecting his own lunch, with a look that said he was thinking about the
same as I was as to its value.
“Yeah, our school serves better lunches for $3,” I replied, smiling at
him. He seemed to be alone and was wearing a name badge around his neck
which allowed me to see he was Derek, hailing from one of the local
churches in the LA area.
“I suppose now you wish you had gone home for lunch, eh?”
Derek laughed politely and just shook his head. Then he asked if I would
like to join him at one of the tables and we took a seat next to each
other. He seemed pretty sharp, deducing I was a school teacher based on
my hint of a remark about lunch costs (at least he didn’t accuse me of
being a lunch lady!). We exchanged some small talk while people around
us carried on their own conversations.
“You don't exactly seem like the typical delegate,” Derek said, changing
the subject after a conversation about the relative merits of the local
restaurants.
I looked at him, not sure how to take it which made him grin and add, “I
mean that nice... like most of the people here are old enough to be our
parents – or grandparents for that matter.”
Then he paused, as if uncertain whether to continue but then he added,
“Plus let’s just say you LOOK a lot better than the average delegate.”
I smiled at the compliment. Actually, to NOT look better than the
average delegate would require a feat of magic for a girl my age but I
took it as I was sure he meant it to be – as a compliment.
“Well, you seem to be different than most guys here as well,” I said back
innocently, but with a sly grin that was anything but.
“Oh really?” he said, feigning ignorance, “And how am I so different?”
This time it was my turn to pause. I looked at him and took stock of
what he might have to “offer”. Derek looked to be a few years older than
me, was good looking but not a movie star, and seemed to have a pleasant
enough personality. He also had a penchant for glancing down at my boobs
whenever he thought I didn't notice, just like most guys do but girls
always notice anyway (we just pretend not to guys!). It didn’t escape my
attention that he was sitting closer to me than even the tight quarters
warranted and more than once his hand “accidentally slipped” and rubbed
up against my skirt-covered thigh. What the heck, what did I have to
lose? It was either pace the hallways or see if I could have some fun so
why not go for broke?
Putting my hand on his leg, I licked my lips and smiled at him saying,
“Let’s just say you look like the kind of guy that could show an out-of-
town girl a good time.”
Derek’s eyes lit up and I could almost hear the announcer in his head
proclaiming he’d just hit a home run.
“Well, I have to join a presentation at 2:30 but until then I guess I
could show you a few things.”
“Well... there IS one thing I’d love to see,” I purred seductively. It
was my turn now to rub my hand on HIS upper leg, moving upward and inward
just enough so that he knew exactly where I’d like it to be instead.
This time there was no mistaking the glint in his eyes as this time he
looked down at my boobs and didn't seem to car as much that I noticed.
His face was slightly flushed and I noticed his breathing seemed a little
heavier. There were people all around us, none of which had a clue what
was happening right under their collective noses. I imagine it would
have caused quite a stir if they actually DID know.
“Well, I don’t think I can show you THAT right here... you know?” he
teased me back.
“Well..., do you know someplace where you CAN show it to me?” I replied,
keeping up the little game and advancing it forward maybe just a bit.
Greg’s eye seemed to get this faraway look, as if he was staring ahead
but not really seeing anything as his mind seemed to be cranking away at
something or another. Then they refocused and he smiled at me.
“Maybe I do at that,” he finally responded, “Follow me.”
The two of us stood up to leave and worked our way through the crowd.
There was a back door to the room that led to a corridor that went along
the various sections that had been cordoned off. A variety of convention
workers were moving things back and forth and various chairs and things
were stacked, ready for the next round of presentations and talks. Derek
put his hand in the small of my back and guided me towards the far end of
the corridor where there were some stairs that led somewhere above us.
“I was exploring earlier and came across this place,” he explained, “At
the time it was a quiet place to pray but now I think it might be just
what the doctor ordered.”
With my heels the metal stairs were hazardous, to say the least, but
Derek stayed behind me to keep me balanced I made my way to the top. No
doubt the view of my ass right in front of his face provided some
motivation as well! There was a small room that overlooked the entire
ballroom area with various controls for lighting and who knows what else.
“I think this is where they run things during the big balls and such.
For now it doesn’t seem it get used at all,” Derek explained, “Look...
you can see everyone down there but we’re above the lights so they can’t
see a thing so far was we are concerned.”
It was like being a Peeping Tom except none of the activities below were
all that interesting. Still, it seemed pretty cool that we could see and
do most anything and they couldn't see us while we could see them.
“Soooooo...” Derek intoned, “What exactly was it that you wanted to see
anyway?”
There may be times when I’m a bit shy but when it comes to sex and
sexually- related situations, anyone who knows me will tell you that
shyness has never been much an issue with me. While no doubt Derek was
pretty sure he knew what I wanted to “see”, still he certainly didn’t
seem prepared for me to be so blunt and forward about it.
“I’d love to see your dick,” I blurted out, “So what do you say? How
about a little show me yours and I'll show you mine.”
Now THAT didn't come out quite subtle as I’d intended but he was too
shocked by the first half of the statement to grasp what I could have
been saying in the second half – thank goodness!
“Oh really?” he said, his voice cracking a bit.
I suppose he had never been with a girl quite so direct but then he’d
never been with me before. It’s surprising how guys always seem to WANT
a girl to be open and forthright but then when she actually IS, they seem
overwhelmed and can’t handle it.
“Well... isn’t that what you want Derek,” I said soothingly, running my
hand over his chest and down towards his waist, “Don't you want me to
suck your dick?”
“Well yeah... of course,” he stammered, trying to sound nonchalant but
failing miserably.
“Then what are you waiting for? Show it to me Derek... show me your
dick. I really DO want to see it.”
He shook his head, as if trying to wake up from this dream he must have
been having. No doubt he’d never had a girl, at least not one he didn't
have to pay for, come right out and tell him she wanted to suck his dick.
Personally I loved shocking him this way. The expression on his face was
priceless!
Derek fumbled with his belt until finally he had it undone. Tired of
waiting for him, I reached out and helped him undo his zipper and then
grabbed the waist of his pants with both hands and pulled them down to
his ankles, followed swiftly by his white cotton Fruit of the Loom
underwear.
I grinned as I saw his cock was already standing proud, fully erect.
Yep, no matter what a guy might say or how he might act, his dick ALWAYS
was the final proof of what he was thinking about and it was obvious that
Derek had been thinking about me sucking his dick for a while now – and
probably more than that if he was like most guys.
“Nice dick,” I complimented him as I reached out to grab it with my hand.
His shirt tails partially covered him but he held it up so as to give me
an unrestricted view of his hairy crotch area, “I’m not being too forward
for you, am I?”
I tried to look as if I was worried that I might have offended or maybe
even embarrassed him, my sweetest and most innocent look I could conjure
up. When he shook his head, unable apparently to speak at the moment, I
released the inner slut in me, licking my lips in anticipation of his
dick between them. He was a bit bigger than Mr. Eisenberg had been just
a few hours earlier, both longer and thicker but not so much so as to be
a pain in the neck (literally). Also, even though he was younger his
pubic hair was much thicker and longer as well, almost like a wild bush
had been planted between his legs.
“You know Derek, I LOVE dicks and I LOVE to suck them... can I suck yours
now?”
It was not really a question as I would have sucked it without asking but
experience told me that men loved it when I asked to suck their dicks.
Guess it’s that in-bred domination gene or whatever they all seem to
have. Anyway, Derek nodded his head, apparently still not trusting his
voice.
Using his dick like a leash, I maneuvered him to a desk and motioned for
him to sit on top so I wouldn’t have to kneel. (Damn, long skirts are
such a pain in the neck!) He shuffled over with his pants around his
ankle, almost like a shackled prisoner and indeed, with my hand gripping
his cock he was entirely under my control. Pushing his legs apart after
he had taken a seta, I leaned over and touched the tip of his dick with
my tongue, licked it briefly and then stood up to look him in the eyes
again.
“You haven’t told me that you wanted me to suck your dick yet?” I scolded
him mildly, “So do you or what?”
His eyes were down, watching me stroking his dick slowly and then he
looked back up at me to reply, “Oh wow... you know it.”
“What?” I demanded, “What do I know? Tell me Derek.”
He was so confused and conflicted it was almost comical. No doubt when
he tried hitting on my downstairs he had just expected to have a pleasant
conversation and maybe cop a feel under the table. Now here he was,
sitting bare-ass on a desk top, his cock in the hands of a girl he’d
never met before. Small wonder he was having a hard time putting a
coherent sentence together!
“I want you to suck it,” he said meekly.
“Suck what?” I came back.
“My dick... I want you to suck my dick,” he pleaded almost pathetically
now. Of course he did, what man can honestly say he would NOT want his
dick sucked given the opportunity? Well, none that I had met yet, that
was for sure!
“That wasn't so hard to say, now was it Derek,” I said more soothingly
this time, stroking his dick the entire time.
“Oh wow!” he exclaimed as I leaned over and took the head of his dick in
my mouth, my tongue flickering around the tip.
Bending over like this I couldn’t look up but I could just imagine him
staring at my mouth as it surrounded his erect dick and I took more and
more of it in until I was all the way down to the base.
“Oh that feels so good,” he gasped as I twisted my head around his cock,
letting my tongue run all over it as I suck as hard as I could on it.
As I started to bob slowly on his cock, he hands went to touch me and I
felt them reaching down and under my chest as I blew him. He had one
cupping each of my boobs, caressing them as best as he could given the
bra and blouse that were blocking his way. He started to unbutton my
blouse but I pushed his hands away, not wanting to get undressed.
For some reason I just wanted to blow him. It’s not that my pussy was
fully satisfied from Mr. Eisenberg’s fucking not that long ago – far from
it! There was just something about Derek that told me giving him a BJ
would be the highlight of his stay here and to go any further was not
necessary. I was starting to think getting laid here wasn't going to be
nearly as big an issue as I had feared so why not just blow him and tease
him by not getting undressed myself?
After sucking him for a few minutes I stood back up again, my hand now
sliding up and down his set shaft more easily than before as I looked him
in the eyes, licking my lips as if I had just finished a nice mean – and
I still hadn’t been served dessert!
“So tell me Derek, had a girl ever sucked your dick like this before?”
His eyes opened wide and for a moment I thought I might have even seen a
little fear, as if he was hiding something from me. He shook his head
and my Spidey sense was tingling – not to mention my pussy as well.
“Has a girl EVER sucked your dick before?” I asked, just a shot in the
dark but from his reaction, I knew I’d hit the mark.
“No... never,” he said softly, his eyes averting as if afraid to look me
in the eyes. What was he hiding? Then a thought came to mind and I
couldn't believe what I was I thinking but I decided to go for it anyway,
“Are you a virgin Derek?”
Jackpot!
Poor Derek looked almost like he was going to cry, maybe from
embarrassment or maybe from the guilt he was feeling for what he was
doing. It didn't matter to me, I was going to blow him one way or the
other. On the other hand, it wasn't right of me to take his virginity if
that meant so much to him. I was pretty sure I could get him to fuck me
now that I had his dick under control, but I would feel guilty about it
later. I AM a bit religious myself and if someone wants to save
themselves for marriage, I’m prepared to honor that commitment. So far
as I am concerned, a blowjob is no more sex than kissing someone so there
was no harm in doing that – plus I had the satisfaction of giving him his
first BJ.
“Don’t worry Derek, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I
assured him in a warm voice.
Of course, that meant anything BUT refusing a BJ. I was hungry for some
cum and I LOVE to suck dick so I wasn’t about to let this opportunity
pass by.
Without waiting for his to respond, I leaned over and went back to work
on his dick. Knowing my mouth was the first to taste his cock made me
all the more horny and I knew it would take a lot of willpower on my part
not to have him fuck me, but I knew I could handle it. The only real
question was whether Derek might become so overwhelmed with the newfound
pleasure he was experiencing that he might decide the heck with saving
himself for marriage, he wanted to get fucked NOW.
One of the great things about sucking a guy for his first time is to see
the look on his face, the glazed eyes and open mouth as they experience
something they had only dreamed about until now. EVERY guy wants his
dick sucked, I don’t care what they may try to say. Just look at how
many guys get to fuck their wives and girlfriends regularly but still
complain they aren’t satisfied because she won’t suck their cock!
As I sucked Derek I would look up at him, stroking his dick with my hand,
just to see him looking down at me with awe, as if he couldn’t believe
this was happening to him. I smiled at him, trying to imagine what was
going through his mind. Hmmm, probably something like, “Dear Penthouse,
I never thought this would happen to me but...”
I doubted he would last long and while at his age he could probably
recover quickly, odds were once he shot his load the lust would vanish
and he would never go for anything more, at least not now. While I
respected his morals so far as saving his virginity for marriage, it was
still like waving a red flag in front of me, like he was almost daring me
to see if I could crush his willpower and seduce him into fucking me.
Never one to turn down a challenge, I felt I at least owed it to myself
and my self-esteem to see how far I could drive him, even if I didn’t
actually fuck him.
“Would you like to fuck me Derek,” I whispered hoarsely as my hand slid
up and down his wet dick.
He just stared at me, as if he didn't know how to answer so I kept up the
pressure saying, “Look how hard your dick is Derek... you love me sucking
it... don’t you?” He nodded eagerly and so I continued, “If it feels this
good in my mouth... just imagine how it would feel in my pussy.”
“No... I can’t,” he groaned, not very convincingly though. He was on the
edge and we both knew it. I bent back down and gave him a few more head
bobs, cupping his hairy balls in my hand as I did, gently massaging them
as I took his entire dick in my mouth before rising back up to face him.
“You know you want me, don't you Derek... you know you want to fuck me,”
I pressed on.
“Oh god yes, I do... I want so bad to fuck you<’ he moaned, his eyes
rolling back in his head as my hand slide on his shaft. The he bit his
lip and tried to keep control. “But I can’t... I promised and I can’t.”
“No one has to know Derek,” I countered, “You can fuck me and we’ll never
see each other again. God I want your dick inside of me Derek. Oh
Derek, please fuck me, I need it so bad, I need your dick inside my
pussy. I need YOUR dick Derek.”
I took his hand with my free one and pushed it up under my skirt. He
didn't resist as I drew it up against my crotch, letting him feel the
warmth of my pussy through my panties.
“Feel how hot I am Derek?” I asked him in a husky, lust-filled voice,
“I’m that way because of you... because I want you to fuck me Derek... Oh
PLEASE fuck me Derek, PLEASE!”
The words every man wants to hear – “fuck me”. Derek was no exception.
Between the blowjob and hand-job I was giving him, the warmth of my
crotch against his hand, and my voice pleading for his dick to be in me
was too much for the poor boy and he finally caved.
“OK, I'll do it,” he gasped, as if releasing all the built up tension
within him, “I want to fuck you so bad.”
He would have done it at that point, I am sure. All I had to do was pull
my panties to the side, turn around, and sit down on his dick and he
would have fucked me for sure. My heart was pounding and I felt so
naughty, yet so sexy at the same time.
Instead of riding his dick, though, I leaned over and resumed my blowjob
with renewed fervor. It had to be confusing to him as now that he had
gone over the edge, he more than likely couldn't wait to get his dick in
me but little did he know that today was not going to be the day he lost
his virginity. I knew he would have given it to me, that he couldn't
resist me and was willing to break the most solemn promise he had yet to
make before getting married and THAT was what counted so far as I was
concerned.
It wasn't long before I realized even the question of fucking me was
becoming moot. Poor Derek couldn't control himself any more than some
poor high school boy getting to 3rd base for the first time. After only
a few minutes more of me seriously sucking his cock he suddenly exploded,
flooding my mouth with his virgin cum. Actually, it surprised me more
that I was surprised as usually I pride myself on being able to detect
the often subtle signs that a man is about to orgasm. Fortunately I
didn't have him too far in my mouth when he first came so I didn't gag or
cough as he shot one load after another into my mouth like a seminal
machine gun. Knowing he was watching everything, I let some of his cum
drip out of my mouth onto his shaft and let it drip down a bit before
bending over and taking him once again in my mouth, cleaning off every
drop of his cum from his dick.
“Oh god, stop, I can’t take anymore,” he gasped as I continued to suck
his now super-sensitive dick.
As he was done and I’d gotten all the cum he had to offer, I straightened
up and I could feel the cum dripping down my chin. My hand quickly rose
to wipe it off so it wouldn't fall onto my clothes or his, then I slowly
put my fingers in my mouth so he could see me licking his cum off of
them.
“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to cum so quick... I couldn't stop myself... I
wanted to fuck you,” he tried to explain, apparently worried I might have
been unhappy that he had cum so quick.
Actually, had he actually BEEN fucking me then I might have been a little
disappointed at the quick reaction but it only made the blowjob easier
for me so I wasn’t complaining.
“Don’t apologize, you were perfect Derek,” I said soothingly, licking my
lips like a cat finishing off the milk in its bowl, “Mmmmmmm, your cum
tastes so good.”
Making sure he was watching, I swallowed down his remaining cum and then
opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue to show I had swallowed it all,
like when someone gives you a pill and wants to be sure you took it.
“Wow... you swallowed it all?” he asked, almost incredulously like he was
surprised. Damn, didn't the guy watch porn videos?
“Sure, I LOVE cum,” I replied, “Besides, this is a lot better than just
wasting it on the floor, don’t you agree?”
He was now looking at me like I was some sort of alien, as if he couldn't
believe what I had just done and said.
“So what do you have to say Derek,” I probed, “Was your first blowjob
OK?”
“Oh yeah,” he said quickly, snapping out of his reverie, “Man, you were
great! I never knew it would feel that good”
I wondered if he realized that the next girl might not suck his dick as
aggressively as I did, that she might not be able to take all of him in,
that she might not let him cum in her ,mouth? Hopefully he wouldn't be
disappointed with her, whoever she may be, but then if she SHOULD be his
new bride, I have to say I wouldn’t mind that he was comparing her to me
in their wedding bed!
As I had predicted, any thoughts of a “Round 2” which might include
fucking me were not even brought up as he stood up and quickly pulled his
pants back up and did his belt. My pussy was throbbing while it was like
when he came, all his lust drained out of him along with his cum.
Typical guy!
“Sure you don't want to fuck me now?” I teased him anyway. Of course I
knew what the answer would be but I couldn't resist myself.
“You don’t understands... I promised I would save myself for marriage,”
he pleaded with me, as if he would do it if I asked him to but he was
hoping I wouldn’t.
“That’s OK Derek, you’re cool,” I said, smiling at him and reaching up to
kiss him.
Our mouths met for the first time and then he pulled away, apparently not
liking the fact he was tasting his own cum as our lips met. It didn't
bother me, a lot of guys are that way and if anything, I found it rather
amusing.
Derek looked at me as if he had something left to say. I waited
patiently and finally he summoned the courage to finish what he had to
say.
“Thank you Kelly,” he said softly, not even able to look at me.
I put my hand under his chin and lifted his head so our eyes met. I
smiled at him encouragingly and he continued, “I was weak and you could
have taken advantage of me. Thank you for respecting me.”
I suppose I should’ve felt disappointed that he hadn’t fucked me.
Perhaps if he hadn’t been such a nice guy I would have done it with him,
maybe even now as I knew it was never too late to convince a guy to fuck
me. Sure, it would have been nice to get fucked again today but I’d
already been laid once and I could last until evening if I had to. OK,
so there was a small part of me that was telling me what an idiot I was
for not taking his virginity but I had a feeling when I woke up in the
morning I would feel I’d made the right decision.
With that we went back downstairs and Derek walked away without looking
back. What was going through his mind? While he may have felt he had
violated his “promise”, I didn't feel guilty as it was just a BJ.
Hopefully he would reconcile himself with that knowledge but no matter
what, I had a feeling I knew what the subject of his masturbation session
were going to be for a long time!
Chapter 5 – Debate in the Exhibit Hall
=======================================
Well, the day was barely behalf-over and so far I’d been fucked once and
swallowed a massive load of cum – from a different guy, and a virgin, at
that. Not a bad start considering I’d started the day out expecting it
be boring and uneventful! Actually I shouldn't have been surprised.
Over the years I’d found that some of the most outwardly “religious” men
are actually the ones who are the first to want to get in my panties and
cheat on their wives. It’s like they’re wound springs, waiting for the
right opportunity to release all that pent up desire and lust that they
have been pushing away, trying to pretend that they don't have such
feelings, that somehow they are affected the same way as other men when
they see a sexy girl. Now I was surrounded by hundreds of such men and I
was starting to wonder if this wasn't going to be like shooting fish in a
barrel!
The main exhibit hall opened soon after I’d finished sucking Derek’s cock
and swallowing his cum so it was with a renewed spirit that I went in to
survey the area. As I entered I passed by the Eisenbergs and stopped to
say hello. Mr. Eisenberg was engaged in some deep philosophical
discussion so Kelly took the opportunity to try to push my buttons.
“So... get laid again slut?”
By now I was beginning to get an idea that our relationship was going to
be rather tense for the rest of the trip so I figured I had nothing to
lose. Grinning back at her I looked around to ensure nobody was
listening in and answered, “Well, not laid but I did just give a guy a
great blowjob. He came in my mouth.. wanna see?”
I acted as though I was going to open my mouth and stick out my tongue
for her. Of course by now all that was left in my mouth was the
aftertaste but my threat was enough to make her gasp and put her hand up
to stop me.
“And you call yourself a Christian?” she said, the tone of disgust heavy
in her voice.
“Just using the gifts God gave me,” I said with a smirk.
It was like two gladiators sparring – thrust and counter-thrust. If she
thought she could shame me then she had another thought coming. I had
long ago come to grips with the delicate balance between my religious and
sexual morals. Indeed, I felt exactly as I’d just said. I feel blessed
by God for giving me the body I have and the opportunity to use it. Why
give me such things if I wasn’t meant to use it? I wasn't being a
prostitute. Men were happy to fuck me and I certainly enjoyed it so what
harm was being done? I have no musical talents, the only athletic skill
I possess is waterskiing, I certainly can’t sing and I can’t draw or
paint for anything. My body and sexual skills are my biggest “gift” from
God and as such, I fully intended to use them!
“I don’t think it works quite that way,” she started to argue with me but
just then Mr. Eisenberg interrupted.
“Hey, is everything OK?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.
“Just debating how we use the gifts of the Spirit,” I responded before
his Kelly had a chance.
She glowered at me but then smiled sweetly at her husband, taking him by
the arm and steering him well clear of me. As they walked away, she
turned her head around and I could clearly make out her lips as she
mouthed, “Stay away from him.” It was all I could do not to laugh and run
up and tell her he’d already fucked me today so she was too late but that
would have not accomplished anything so I just smiled and walked away.
It took about ten minutes to figure out that this place was about as
boring as it comes. It may have helped had I been of this denomination
but as it was, I didn’t see much that interested me so I walked back
outside again and felt the warm sun on my face. Thoughts of Derek’s dick
erupting unexpectedly in my mouth dominated my thoughts and I closed my
eyes, standing there in the middle of the crowd as I dreamed of how it
might have been to fuck him.
Then I thought about Kelly. God, what a witch! I really wished that
somehow I could tell her what me and her husband had been doing but as
delicious as it might be for a few moments, I knew it would only result
in him getting a divorce and me being unemployed. Still, it was a fun
fantasy to think about when you’re standing outside in the warm
California sun!
Chapter 6 – Riding the Bus
==========================
The sun was getting hot and so I moved to the shade to try and decide
what to do next. Hmmm, there was more than two hours to go before I was
to meet the Eisenbergs to drive back to the RV park and I doubted Mrs.
Eisenberg had any desire for me to join them one minute earlier than
scheduled. Thoughts of finding some place to masturbate entered my mind
as they usually do whenever I am bored. I supposed that I could hunt
down another restroom but it’s too hard to keep quiet enough such that
the echoes of the tiled and metal rooms didn't betray your activities to
the rest of the women, especially as crowded as they would be today.
Looking around, I noticed something that I hadn’t seen before. A red bus
was parked on the street with a sign for the convention in the window.
Then I remembered that during the service they had made an announcement
that there would be shuttle buses running between the convention center
and the various hotels. It didn't look like too many people were
interested in it now but I imagined as the afternoon wore on and people
got tired that they would get more full. In the meantime, my mind was
working its way towards another adventurous idea...
Waling over to the bus, I asked the driver standing outside the door
whether he was a convention shuttle and he confirmed it for me. He
mentioned which hotels he would be going to but it didn't matter to me.
I was looking for the ride, not the destination. So long as he
eventually returned here, where he went between time was immaterial to
me.
Stepping inside, I saw it was empty at the moment, but he had it idling
and the air conditioning was running so it wasn't stuffy or anything like
that. I found a seat about two-thirds of the way back and settled in,
leaning the seta back like was back on the plane again. It was actually
quite comfortable, a tour bus and not some school bus with those
impossibly hard seats.
Once again, I started to think about Derek and how good it had felt to be
the first girl to suck his dick. I closed my eyes and lifted my skirt
up. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to expose my upper thighs to the cool air!
Reaching down, I pulled my panties over to the side, exposing my shaved
pussy. Touching my clit gently, I practically jumped out of the seat it
was so sensitive.
It was a good thing Derek wasn't seated next to me as I doubted I could
have restrained myself at this point. I had no doubts that had I really
wanted it that I could have convince him to fuck me, marriage promise to
not. As I touched myself I started to wonder if I had made the right
decision!
For a girl to fuck a guy for his first time, it’s not like when guys gets
to take a girl’s virginity. Of course, one major difference is there’s
nothing to PROVE he’s a virgin, you just have to take his word for it. I
have found in the few cases where I was a guy’s first that their reaction
to the situation was too genuine for me to even consider that they might
be faking it. Derek’s eyes told me everything – he was scared stiff!
Another thing is that a guy doesn't have to worry about the pain that a
girl has to suffer her first time. Guys are pretty lucky there –they get
all the pleasure from the git-go!
For me, being a guy’s first is just something special in that you know
that no matter how many girls follow you, that no matter who he may
marry, he will never forget his first girl or his first time. It’s like
you are becoming a tattoo in his life-long historical record, something
he can never forget or erase. Seeing the look on a guy’s face the first
time his dick is inside of me is priceless, like they have found the Holy
Grail. Then, when I tell them that they can come inside of me, it’s
almost like they are overwhelmed, their deepest fantasies being
fulfilled.
Yes, I would’ve loved being Derek’s first but at the same time, I knew
deep in my heart there would be at least a twinge of guilt in that I knew
he was trying to save himself for marriage and it wasn’t fair to hit him
with such an opportunity that he simply wouldn't have the willpower to
refuse.
Still, that didn't mean I couldn't dream about it! All alone on the bus,
I imaged him entering, on his way to the hotel. He was surprised to see
me and I could see from the look on his face the first thing that entered
his mind must have been the memory of his cock spewing his first load of
cum into my mouth. Taking a seat next to me, he watches as I continue to
masturbate, seeing a girl (at least a real girl and not some porn star),
touching her pussy for the first time.
I pushed my finger inside of me, imagining the expression on Derek’s face
as he realized what I was doing. Then I tasted myself on my finger,
thoughts of offering it to Derek to taste his first pussy crossing my
mind. Mmmmmmm, I tasted and smelled SO good. It seemed that the hornier
I got, the better my pussy tasted and tight now it was simply delicious!
I heard a sound up front and watched as the driver came back on-board.
He looked back at me, probably wondering why I was sitting so far back,
but he didn't say a word except to warn me that we would be leaving in a
few minutes. I told him it was OK with me and sure enough, we were soon
underway. I turned my head to watch outside at the people and cars going
by.
Meanwhile, my hand was back on my pussy, caressing myself as I
masturbated all the more. I wondered what the people out there would say
if they had any idea what the woman looking out at them was doing inside
the bus? No doubt none of them would have guessed correctly had you
given them a thousand tries to answer. The bus driver was intent on the
traffic and he didn’t seem to pay any attention to me so I decided to
make things a bit easier and slipped off my panties, tucking them into my
purse.
The seat felt cool against my now bare butt as I leaned further back and
put my feet on the seat ahead of me. My skirt was bunched up around my
waist, exposing my crotch and pussy to anyone who might have been there
but the bus was empty so nobody was getting the show as I closed my eyes
once again and masturbated all the more, thoughts of Derek fucking me for
the first time once again passing through.
God I was horny. For a moment I briefly considered moving to the front
of the bus and seeing the driver was interested in a show but that nasty
thought quickly went away – way too risky with all the traffic. About
the last thing I needed was to explain to the cops why the driver was in
an accident because the girl behind him was masturbating!
Instead, I just played with myself all the more and this time I started
thinking of the Eisenbergs. Wouldn't it be cool if they were on the bus
now? Mr. Eisenberg wouldn't be surprised, he knew I was a slut and for
that matter, Mrs. Eisenberg probably wouldn’t be so much surprised as
shocked that I would actually do it in front of them. Heck, it was my
fantasy so instead, she sat next to me and we had a masturbation contest
while her husband watched and ‘scored”, the “winner” to get to have him
fuck her.
I was just about there, almost ready to cum, when we pulled up in front
of a Hilton hotel and the driver stood up to announce we had arrived. As
much as I wanted to continue, I saw there was a line of people waiting to
get on to ride back to the convention center so I let my feet down onto
the floor again and straightened out my skirt. About eight or so people
got on board, apparently all in one group as they all sat together in the
front of the bus, talking to one another while ignoring me. We sat there
for about five minutes as my pussy twitched, waiting impatiently for me
to finish up what I had started.
Finally the bus pulled out and I figured I had maybe ten minutes at most
before we were back at the convention center. With the people up front
engaged in their discussion, I resumed my position, pulling my skirt back
up again. If anything, having them just a few seats ahead of me made it
even more erotic for more and in my mind, I fantasized about their
reactions had they known what I was doing. Imagine, a girl masturbating
just a few feet away from them as they rode on their way to a church
convention!
About three blocks before our destination I finally came, pressing my
feet hard against the seat ahead of me as my body tensed and my orgasm
drove through me. Usually I close my eyes when I cum while masturbating
but this time I tried to keep them open so I could see the people ahead
of me, totally oblivious to what I was doing just a few seats behind
them. I was still cumming when the bus arrived although things were
starting to calm down just a little.
By the time the people had gotten off and a fresh batch began to board I
was composed enough to drop my feet and lower my skirt. Damn, you would
think that with all I’d done earlier that I wouldn’t have needed to do
myself so badly but if anything, it seemed I had been craving it all the
more. Even now, with my pussy practically dripping after my orgasm, I
was STILL horny, maybe even hornier than when I had gotten on the bus.
This time the people spread out more on the bus so my little private
section was no longer so private. With people around me it was pretty
well impossible to slip my panties back on so I just got off the bus with
them still in my purse. Walking out onto the plaza towards the
convention center, a slight breeze blew and I could feel it coming up
under my skirt against my bare pussy. Being damp, the air felt even
cooler and I shivered although more from the tingling sensation it
created INSIDE me than actually being cold.
Chapter 7 – Day’s End
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A while later I met the Eisenbergs and we drove back to the RV park, sans
kids Kelly just ignored me the entire trip so I sat in the back seat
quietly, not trying to make an issue out anything. Later, Mr. Eisenberg
left the trailer to allow the two of us (well, more like me) to change
and get into bed. As much as I would have preferred to sleep nude, I
knew when packing back home that THAT was pretty much out of the question
so I had brought along a long night shirt that came down past my knees.
Kelly watched me as I changed, having just changed herself into gym
shorts and a t-shirt. While she had changed I got a good look at those
boobs. Yep, they were fake but man did they look good. When she
realized that the nightshirt was ALL that I was going to wear, she
couldn't contain herself anymore and for the first time since this
afternoon she spoke to me.
“You know slut, would it be too much for you to have a LITTLE decency and
at least wear panties to bed,” she said with a huff.
Well, MAYBE had she been nice, I MIGHT have considered the request
(although odds were I still would have gone to bed bottomless). Yet
sometimes you have to draw the line and for me, this was the place where
I was going to make my stand. Arguing with her wouldn’t have done any
good so I just turned away and crawled under the covers, doing my best to
ignore her.
Mr. Eisenberg came back in and barely said goodnight to me before Kelly
was dragging him to the other end of the RV where their bed was. She
wasn’t taking any chances!
Between jetlag and my activities during the day, I was suddenly dog-
tired. Yet as I drifted off to sleep I couldn't help but think of what a
great day it had been and I wondered what the dawn would bring.
Hey, maybe these church convention weren’t so boring after all!
THE END