Cowboy

I was in my apartment by myself one night just hanging out, eating left over Chinese take-out, watching Dancing With The Stars and I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable.  Nothing seemed to taste right, my clothes felt itchy, it’s almost as if I felt trapped in my own home.
So I made a spur of the moment decision that I was going to get up, get dressed, and go out and find someone to fuck me.  It was the only way I was going to be able to release this saved up energy I had.  A new country style bar had just opened up a few blocks away that I hadn’t been to so I thought I would give that a try.  Normally I don’t go to a bar by myself but I wasn’t waiting for an invitation.
I got all dolled up, curled my hair and put on my best dress that would show off my tits. I looked in the mirror and said to myself, “Damn I look good.”  I did, I am never above using my body to get what I want and I have great tits.
I got to there, sat down at the bar and  ordered a beer to start with, and a jog bomb for a little liquid courage.  It was a U shaped bar and there was a guy sitting across the bar from me, also alone, just undressing me with his eyes, I could tell he was on the prowl too.  The bartender brought me another drink, it was another jog bomb, I told him I didn’t order this drink and he said it was from the guy across the bar.  I slammed it with encouragement and got up and walked around the bar and asked if the seat was taken, he made the gesture that it wasn’t so I sat down.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes before I turned to him and said, “I’m not really in the mood to get to know you, ask about the weather or any other kind of small talk.  I came here to get an itch scratched that I couldn’t scratch myself.”  At first he looked a little perplexed and I’m not sure if it’s because he had no idea what I meant or because he couldn’t believe that I had just said that.  Then he smiled a little smile and got real close to me and whispered, “we could go to the restroom and I could help you with that itch.”
We got to the bathroom, locked the door and it wasn’t a marathon, it was a race.  He couldn’t unbuckle his pants fast enough and I could already see his hard cock through his jeans.  I slipped my underwear off over my heels and threw them in my purse.  I didn’t even know this guy’s name and yet he had his pants and boxers around his ankles and was pulling my dress up high enough to fuck me.  No foreplay needed, I was already hot and wet from the excitement alone.
Then I felt it, his big hard cock sliding into my hot, wet pussy.  This was what I was missing, this is what I needed.  He pulled down the top of my dress so that he could grab on to my huge tits for leverage.  He thrust into me so hard and so fast that it didn’t take long at all before I was screaming, and he was telling me he was about to cum.  I could feel it, every nerve tingling, my heart racing, my toes curling.  It could not have been any more perfect.  We came at the same time.  I could feel him breathing hard against my shoulder as vibrations racked through my body.
He pulled up his pants and I adjusted my dress.  And just as he was about to ruin it by saying something, I put my one finger over his lips and said “maybe I’ll see you around,” and left.  I went home and continued where I left off watching Dancing With The Stars, but with a much more relaxed demeanor.

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