Where Can I Find Some Cock Around Here?
I can still see it, pointing at me, probably throbbing. It was the first time I had seen an erection. It was over 30 years ago. I had just turned 14.
My friend, Kelly, was with me. She was a year older and just about the coolest girl I had ever known. When the white pick-up truck pulled off the road ahead of us we thought nothing of it and kept pedaling our bikes toward it without slowing down. Then as we got closer the driver’s door opened. He spun to the left in his seat, but didn’t get out.
Kelly was closest to him as we started to pass by. She suddenly stopped and I heard her gasp. I stopped beside her and looked over at the driver of the truck and saw him holding his cock, sort of waving it at us. He was nice looking and young, but more important at the moment was the visual assault underway. He looked at us and asked, “do you know where I can find some pussy around here”?
We were both silent, stunned by this stranger, how he had brazenly, in broad daylight, held his very large erect cock out for us to see. I swear he had both hands around it and there was still a good 5 inches of thick shaft sticking out, topped by a fat, circumcised head. Before we could make another sound, he quickly turned straight ahead in his seat, slammed the door and drove away.
I never told anyone else this story until now. Kelly and I never talked about it again. I lost touch with her after she moved away a year later.
I was attracted to Kelly, but nothing happened between us. I remember sitting in the bathroom with her a few times and watching her bathe. It really turned me on watching her rub the soap over her freckly white skin and her small, firm breasts with tight brown nipples. And then watching here kneel in the water and wash and rinse her curly red bush...but it was nothing sexual for her. Just a bath. I still wonder if she was curious and maybe teasing me with her bathing.
All of this to say I never really dealt with or thought enough about that day, the day when I saw an erect penis for the first time. But that may not even be true. Maybe that time with my cousin when we were both five years old counts? He told me this was what married people do and rubbed his penis between my legs, aiming for the little mysterious pink slit. Maybe there were other times and it just didn’t register in my memory. I never considered, until now, that maybe that one time was a turning point.
Now here I am on solotouch surrounded by erotica that is full of stroked cocks, ejaculations and profile photos complete with erections. And that’s good. I love that guys have a place for that release. I even get the flashing stories and understand that it can be a turn on for both parties and all of us here on ST who, like me, love the excitement of doing something risky in public.
I imagine now what it would be like if I could be with Kelly again. We randomly find each other online and start to chat about what we’ve been doing and where we are now in our lives.
In my fantasy, she has moved away, but she is back in town for about a month. She says how great it would to meet out somewhere, just the two of us. I instantly say yes, before I can even think. Then I wonder if I would even recognize her after 30 years.
“You can’t possibly be as cute as you were then, right.”
She says, “even cuter now!” She laughs and continues, “but you have to tell me more about you.”
I put her off, wanting to save it all for when we meet. We agree to meet at a bar that night and I’m tingling in anticipation, my thoughts spinning out of control. I already know that I’m wearing a soft, knee-length dress that fits nicely around my waist, but it’s not too tight below. It’s comfy and loose enough to allow some freedom to play, or display, the way I love to do. I tell her to look for me in a white and blue print dress with a diamond pattern. I’ve worn this before without panties and the feeling of having just that soft fabric between me and being totally exposed...mmmm. I am totally ready for anything.
When I go to the bar it’s really packed, but there are two open seats at a table near the bar. It’s a place that I love to go because it’s lively and attracts a younger crowd.
I am mentally ready to strip and open myself up for everyone to see just how wet I’m getting already. But forget my state of mind for a second. I am really hoping to reconnect with Kelly in a way that is way beyond what we ever knew before. I suppose that’s a natural desire.
Breaking me out of my haven’t-even-ordered-a-drink-yet reverie, a guy with hideous tortoiseshell glasses comes over to ask if the seat beside me is taken. I say yes, I’m waiting on a friend, then notice her walking toward us from across the room. He is about to say something else and I start to uncross my legs to stand, intentionally letting my dress slip higher on my thigh to show more skin. But Kelly has the better view. Too bad she is pre-occupied with looking for a familiar face and never notices the shot of my naked puss I just gave to half of the room.
The guy finally says something that I can’t hear, but he’s looking straight down at my crotch. I don’t even care because Kelly is walking by and I reach out to touch her arm. She turns and her face lights up with a smile and I sort of awkwardly scream her name as we lock in a tight embrace. It’s a noisy bar, so it’s kind of normal.
Tortoiseshell glasses gives up and heads back to the bar.
“Nice dress! You look amazing!” Kelly said.
I slide my arms down, holding on to her waist, arching my back and pressing my hips to hers so that we could look at each other face to face. Her hands rest on the rise of my ass and her touch feels like heaven through the thin fabric.
“Your hair is what’s amazing! I love the highlights!”
I feel Kelly’s hands move lower and by now my clit is starting to tingle. I can feel the heat where my mons is pressing into her. She laughs and slaps my ass with one hand.
“You’re so bad! There’s nothing under your dress but you!”
“Is it bad or is it something else?” I give a little grinding motion with my hips.
“Oh...why so shy?”
We both laughed and then as though a switch had been flipped, we both had the same thought...let’s put on a show for the whole room. We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, then moved closer, our lips meeting. I feel the soft warmth of her kiss for the first time ever and my knees are weak as I feel like I’m melting. I don’t want it to stop. It seemed like it was over in a second, but when we stop kissing, people are watching all around us...the hot redhead making out with the still cute 40-ish blonde.
Just then, a bartender arrives at our table with two martinis and says that they’re taken care of by a guy over at the bar. Who? The guy with the tortoiseshell glasses, and he’s looking our way, so while the bartender places our drinks on the table, saying our server will stop by soon to check on us, I make a show of sitting and getting comfy in my chair. I slowly cross my legs, letting my dress ride up my thigh again, giving the guy at the bar a full shot. I wonder if he can see how wet my pussy is getting.
Kelly doesn’t take her seat. She sees what I just did and stands in front of me, placing her hands on my bare knee and leans forward for another quick kiss. Then she gently scoops one hand under my knee, lifting my leg and moving it to one side so that she can stand between my knees with nothing hiding my naked pussy except her body.
“Now I know everything I dreamed about for all these years.” Her smile turns to a wicked grin as she lifts her martini. I reach for mine thinking we might toast, but then she tips her glass, letting some of it spill over my already glistening pussy lips.
I gasp from the cold martini running down between my legs and under my ass, soaking me completely.
“Whoopsie,” she says, reaching for a napkin and dabbing my nakedness, then presses it into the wet fabric of my dress below.
Our server shows up and announces herself, “Hi, ladies, I’m Casey! Let me help you with that. I have some special cleaner that will make that wet spot disappear.”
Thankfully the bar is kind of dark, so nobody really sees the two women now vigorously rubbing my sopping wet pussy with a “special cleaner” that feels more like a lubricant to me. I’m overwhelmed, wanting this to stop because now I’m so completely exposed in public, but feeling extremely turned on.
“Wait! I...um...oh!”
“Well, I think that’s about the best we can do for now. I’m Casey. If you need anything else, let me know!”
“Ok, well...” I said half panting, trying to regain my composure. Miraculously my martini is still in one hand and I haven’t spilled a drop. “I’d like some champagne, and more napkins.”
“Still want those martinis?”
We both nod yes and Casey leaves. Kelly is still between my legs. I wrap my legs around the back of hers and we hug.
“I’m still so wet! I had no idea you could be so evil!”
Kelly strokes my wet, neatly trimmed mound. Her wicked little grin returned.
“Well, girl, we never really got to know each other like I wanted to. Remember when you used to watch me in the tub? Every time I wanted to have you in the tub with me, but we never did that. But now...I could do anything you want.”
“We are definitely being watched. What should we do?”
Kelly takes my martini from me and I brace myself for another shower, but instead she gulps the whole drink and places the empty glass back on the table.
“I have and idea,” she said.
Leaning in to whisper in my ear, Kelly says, “now that we are both aroused, we should both flash that guy at the bar with our wet pussies. I’ll sit down and face him and when we’re sure he is looking, I’ll squeeze your arm and we both open up and give it to him.”
She straightens up and it’s my turn to give her a wicked smile...”payback time! I love it. This is for that guy who flashed us!”
Kelly sits in her chair and I notice her subtly adjusting her clothing in preparation. I twist in my chair so that no one can see what I’m doing except Kelly. Looking into her eyes, I run one hand under my dress and start playing with myself, stroking up and down my lips and getting my fingers wet, then I put one finger in my mouth to taste myself and wet my finger. With my other hand, I reach over and hold Kelly’s hand, then take my wet finger and push it into myself, burying it slowly and deeply, squeezing her hand and moaning softly. She holds on to me stroking my forearm with her other hand, then suddenly squeezes it.
Showtime!
I twist around with my finger still inside my pussy as Kelly lets go of my hand. We’re both facing tortoiseshell glasses guy in our seats and we make eye contact, spreading our legs to give him full view, I take my finger out and suck on it like it was a cock sliding in and out of my lips.
It’s only for a few seconds and then we cover up and turn in our seats to face each other. I look back and he’s still staring in our direction with a look I can only describe as stunned disbelief. Casey comes by our table with the champagne just at that moment and starts to pour our glasses. I pick up my glass, dipping a finger in, then give it to Casey and tell her it’s for the guy in The tortoiseshell glasses at the bar.
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, Casey. Ask him if he knows where I can find some cock around here.”
We watch as she delivers the champagne along with our message. He listens as she whispers our message in his ear, then he looks at her and moves closer to whisper into her ear. She stands by and watches as he picks up the drink, lifting the glass to his lips, drinking every drop without stopping. He sets the glass down and turns toward us, opening his fly and retrieving a huge, erect cock from within. He pumps it furiously with his hand, not holding back until I can tell he’s ready to come. He picks up the empty glass and starts shooting his cum into it, catching the first few heavy streams, then milks the rest of his thick cum from his pulsating cock until he is empty. He places the glass on the bar and returns his still semi-erect cock back into his pants, smiles at us and hands Casey the cum filled glass, which she dutifully carries back to Kelly and me.
We were so focused on watching him masturbate for us that neither of us notice that others are doing it, too. Men, women, alone and in couples, masturbating openly in the bar.
Casey smiles and asks what we need now.
We both look around, astonished, but also excited.
I reply.
“More napkins, please.”
But then, I realize it’s just my imagination run wild. I’m sitting on my comfy couch. It’s late at night and I’m multi-tasking again...writing and stoking the insatiable fires below is a careful balance. It’s time to put the keyboard aside and lose myself in the rising tide of my first orgasm of the night. And then more as I read other wild stories of how people enjoy themselves endlessly. I only take a break to clean my hands so I can edit my own story before submission to my own needs again, staying sticky wet and hungry, realizing sleep is an option, but ooooh, I just....aaaahhhhh...can’t ..........Mmmmm.