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Over spilled milk
Published: 11/17/2009
I use the city bus to get to work and do errands. I see a lot of guys that I would just love to have them lay a whole yard of cock in me. Now the kind of guys I like are the geeky glass wearing, nerdy pencil thin stature, introvert computer dweebs. I just find them attractive because I know there is a lot of deviant sex fantasies going through their minds when they are sitting at their boring desk jobs filling up the hours of their mundane lives.
One late fall afternoon, I accidently dropped my bag of groceries right after I got off the bus. I bent down to pick up the plastic pint of milk when the handle broke off crashing to the ground only to have the milk splash up to my neck. I was so embarrassed so I quickly took out a tissue from my purse and wiped off the milk that was streaming down my neck running straight down my cleavage. All of a sudden, this guy helped me pick up my groceries and I recognize him as a regular on the bus. I saw his hazel eyes beam at me through his dark rimmed glasses as I thanked him for his help.
After that day I started to fantasize about him on a nightly basis and used his image as the focus of my masturbation sessions. Each time I inserted my dildo into my tight ass I would imagine him ramming me from the back.
Each morning, I would pick an empty seat to sit in and place my purse next to me so no one would sit with me until the bus pulled up to the bus stop of the guy with the dark rimmed glasses. I would immediately place my purse on my lap and hoped he would sit next to me. I would stare straight ahead expressionless in order to ensure I would not look desperate at my attempt for this guy to fuck me silly. But he would never sit next to me. So after a week and a half I stopped using him as my focus for my nightly masturbation sessions.
Then, one day I got off the bus and started walking straight to my apartment, I felt a slight tug at my arm. I turned around swiftly ready to stare down the person who was attempting to assault me. To my fucking surprise it was the guy in the dark rimmed glasses. I guess he saw my mad stare and he kinda backed away a bit and then he explained that I left my scarf on the bus. He recognized my scarf since I was wearing it that day he helped me pick up my groceries. Talk about a god given opportunity for me to take him home and have him screw me up against the bathroom wall. But I wanted to play it cool. So I asked him if I could buy him a drink since it would be my way of thanking him for helping me with the grocery incident and returning my scarf to me. Of course he accepted, I could see that fuck hungry look in his eyes. He knew he was going to get some by the way I arched my back and pointed my tits right in his face.
After I bought him a gin and tonic, I found out he was an accountant working
