THE BUTCHER AND THE BAKER

She only knew him through the daily jokes he told her. Through her laughter she began to develop a crush. This made her nervous because she initially found him incredibly good looking in a mysterious way. She knew he was considerably older than her, but this added to the appeal. It caused her to wonder if she really did have what's so commonly referred to as "daddy issues".

The days passed and so grew the flirtatious behavior. He told jokes, she laughed, and liked it as he would just walk away. They would come across one another in the back hall and curious thoughts would drift into her mind. With each encounter they would grow. They stayed little more than thoughts until the day they were clocking out at the same time.

Having fought with her boyfriend the night prior (and considering she hadn't heard from him all day) she could only assume he was going to be late picking her up simply out of spite. They walked out the building and into the cloudy day. She stopped at sat down at the chairs and he kept walking. He turned around and asked, "do you need a ride?" It took only a second to respond, "yup!" Butterflies fluttered in her belly. First, she barely knew this guy. Second,she didn't care.

She was surprised to see he had a well kept little Jeep. Small in appearance, large on the inside, and black to match the mystery. "Where do you live?" She didn't want to go home. She just wanted to drive and get to know him. Reluctantly, she told him, knowing it was fairly close.

As they talked a bit, he told her another joke about a lesbian dinosaur. Her laughter gave her an excuse to look at him and notice. Her eyes drifted to the bulge in his pants causing her to blurt out "WHOA!"

"What?"

"What's in your pocket?" She said, pointing to what resembled the shape of a sausage. He laughed.

"Sometimes it shows, sometimes it doesnt. Sorry, it landed that way when I sat in the car."

"It's OK. But, what is it?"

"If you gotta ask, then you know."

An oh escaped her lips, and then she realized what it was. In another blurt and without thinking it through she asked, "can I see it?" He looked at her and smirked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a picket knife. She blushed with embarrassment, and then noticed the same bulge. "That's not what it was! Now you have to show me."

"If it's that big of a deal for you, then you'll have to do the legwork yourself."

She thought about it for a minute while biting her finger. The mystery was unravelling so quickly. At the same time her heart was racing her face was pounding and her vision was narrowing. She didnt want anyone to know this was happening. "Turn here." They were close to her house and she didn't want to go home. She took him another way. "Fuck it! He's an asshole anyway."

She reached across the center console and he raised his arm above her. Her hands barely made it to the bulge on his left leg and she felt it. It felt warm, and it felt like it got bigger in her hands. She unclipped his belt, finger and thumbed his button and pulled down his zipper. She slipped her hand in and was happy he wasn't wearing underwear.

In a world where everyone is bald, the fact that she felt he didnt shave aroused her even further. It spoke more to the gap in their age and piqued her curiosity. "Turn here." She pulled out the gold she was digging for. She liked it. She liked how he drove while she held it in her hand. "Turn here." She liked how it was hot and how she put her hand all the way down on it she could probably put her other hand on top and still see it. "You're going to want to keep an eye out for a little trail on the right." She like the smoothness of it and how it throbbed in her hand almost making it feel larger. "Just follow this trail down and look for the opening on the left. There's a place to turn around a little further back. Stop there."

She didn't notice he stopped. She liked the feel of it in her hand. "There's not going to be enough room in the front seat for this." She snapped out of her hypnosis and agreed. She let go and opened the door, mirroring what he was doing. He met her on the passenger side and put his lips on hers. She liked it. He gripped the shirt in between her breasts with one hand and opened the rear door with the other. He pulled her around, sat her down, and stuck his tongue in her mouth one more time before shoving her back onto the seat.

She watched as his hand opened her jeans. She arched her back and after a little effort, her shoes were off and the vulnerability of being pantsless in the middle of the woods, with someone she didn't know became very real. Very exciting. She felt her bra move over her nipples and the heat of his mouth was on them and quickly making it's way down her torso.

She felt him at her ribs, then her stomach, then her belly. She felt his hands squeeze he breasts and pinch her nipples. She felt his tongue on her hips and then his teeth nibbled the inside of her thigh. His beard brushed her leg and then she felt his tongue touch her lips. She felt him separate her lips with his. As one hand left her breast and found it's resting place under her tailbone, she filled the gap with her own hand and squeezed as if she was fondling herself.

But, it wasn't her fingers down there, it was this stranger's tongue getting rid of the sensational growing throbbing between her legs. She felt him treating "those" lips, like he treated the two on her face. She felt him separate and suck on them until he put his mouth on her sweet spot, sucked, and flicked it with his tongue. He did it so rapidly she grabbed his head in response and shoved it harder into her wetness.

She was so lost in the intensity of the moment that she didnt realize his thumb was inside of her. Her hips responded by wanting more, and deeper. She could feel his hand holding her up, his thumb in her void, his tongue vibrating every inch of her body. Her hips clutched harder and she felt his other hand squeeze her lips together at her mound and press down. She pulled his head closer and he obliged by sucking harder and flicking more. It was happening, as soon as she was about to explode in his mouth she felt his thumb move lower. She lifted and sat down accepting the penetration. Her orgasm intensified and the thoughts of her screaming "oh my god!" Over and over again came to the realization of her actually hearing herself say it.

She felt him licking her lips again and pulled herself back to reality. She could see his face was covered in her mess. She kissed him anyway. The taste and smell of her own mess turned her on more. She had to undo his pants again, but it was much easier now that he was standing. They dropped, and she was face to face with what she wanted.

She stroked it again and looked up at him. He was clearly enjoying this and so was she. She tasted the shaft and liked the noise it caused him to make. She grabbed it tight and smiled in delight as the head got nice and big. She tasted that, and like the sound he made. She opened her mouth and put it in a little bit. Then stroked it. She put it in a little more and felt it flex inside of her mouth. She kept going, trying to get it all down but only getting so far. She felt her spit in her hand running all the way down his shaft and then he pulled her hair and dragged her up to him. He licked her lips, turned her around and bent her over the seat.

She was helpless now. Alone. Cheating. In the middle of the most erotic moment of her life. She felt him spread her cheeks. She felt a sharp smack hit her ass and heard him say, "got you back". She chuckled and then felt the weight slide in between her cheeks. It glided smoothly back and forth. She was nervous at first because it was dangerous territory and he was far too big for such a teeny spot and this wasn't his thumb. He pulled back and then she felt him enter right where she wanted him.

He spread those lips like he spread the ones of her mouth. Only now she could feel why he flexed it. He didn't jam it in. He stayed shallow at first. She liked his thick head hitting a spot inside her that has gone unnoticed. She came on him and could feel it going in more deeply now. His slow, shallow thrusts got deeper. She felt him grab her hair and pull her head back. At the same time she felt his hand strike her numerous times, no longer favoring one of her ass cheeks.

He let go of her hair and she felt both of his hands dig into her hips. She felt him pummel her. With each deep thrust it was a potential to orgasm. She could tell by his sounds that he was about to burst. Then he grabbed her hair again and pulled her back up. She found herself squatting with her back to the car. She saw him jerking himself vigorously and she liked it. "Open your mouth" he said. She did as she was told and he put his thick head on her tongue and felt a burst of heat enter her mouth. She tried to swallow but he moved her onto it and she had no choice but to spit it out around his girth. She could taste the combination of her cum and his and she liked it.

He finally took her home. "I thought you were just going to offer me gas money. But shit, that was way better. See you tomorrow, Quackers." She laughed and said bye. She was wondering if she liked older men. She was feeling confident that he wouldn't tell. She was feeling better that she didnt feel guilty. She smiled and wanted more. Then it occured to her, she still doesnt know his name.