Ms. Marca My One Night Stand
This body could pick up any man it wanted. I am 5’10” a 135# with a figure of 40DD-23-38 to be specific. I have long, firm thighs and a nice round ass. I have jet black hair down the middle of my back and dark eyes. I workout 4 days a week and take some aerobics 2 days a week. I am still in very good shape, if I do say so. I know guys like to look at me and I encourage it whenever I can. Love to bend over so they can see down my top, or up my skirt. It gets me as hot as it does them. Being 30 something, I can still pass for a young 25 year old. I know I’m a flirt; I just can’t help it when I see a good looking hunk. By the end of the third month of our short marriage I was ready for some real cock. God I needed to have something up my love tunnel, besides one of my toys. I would be at home alone and find myself day dreaming about one of my old big cock bastard taking me. I could feel the tingle well up in my cunt, up where Tim had never been. My juices would start to soak my panties. On many occasions I would lie in bed and pull off my jeans and let my hand slide into my damp thong and explore my clit and slide down my slit. I could feel my clit get bigger and tighten as I began to come. I started to moan loudly with pleasure and imagine in my mind the feeling of one of my old big cock lovers pushing into my tight cunt as it swelled around my his monster cock. I loved my husband, everything about him was great but god why was he so small. There was no doubt that I was the trophy wife, the gorgeous adornment on the arm of a successful businessman. I had learned quickly how to please him, he was my VIP ticket to the good life, but I needed more. The few months since our wedding, a flagging libido and his pursuit of money to keep me happy meant I had a lot of time on my hands, time enough in fact to looking for firm young meat. I decided to take it upon myself to see what kind of action I could find. Tim was out of town on business for a few days, I knew this was the time to go see what trouble I could get into. I took a long, hot shower to get myself in the mood. Did my hair and makeup; now, what to wear. I picked out a purple thong with matching bra that is cut very low. You can see the brown of my nipples at the edge. I decided on a short, black leather miniskirt. Than I went with a very low cut purple blouse... same color as my bra and panties. I top my look off with my five inch black stiletto heels. Now I’m set. Just need to pick up a few condoms at the drug store just in case.I was dressed to kill, but where do I go? I decide on somewhere on the other side of town away from places where Tim and I might be seen. I went over to the college area. Somewhere I can get wild. I walk into this college bar and it is only about a third full. It is still early. However the look from the young studs in the room told me I had come to the right place. This looked like the place where there was no shortage of men willing to use a women’s body for pleasure. Tonight my body was going to give some lucky thing some pleasure and if he had anywhere near the cock I was hoping for we both would go home lucky. Standing at the door I heard a voice from the bar say. “Look at those fucking tits.” Yes, I had come to the right place, it was SHOW TIME...! I grab a table and order a drink, a white wine. It doesn’t take long before a guy joins me. He is big hunk, look like a football player. He was about 6’2”, and a good 220 pounds. He had that rugged look, he hadn’t shaved today. He was in casually dressed and was clearly younger than me, but that is why I am here for, to get some young cock. He introduces himself.
“Hi, I’m Richard. And you are?” “I am Marca...!” I began to feel a tingle in my pussy I had not felt in weeks. I became so wet at the thought of another man wanting me, taking me, wondering what it would be like having another mans cock enter me. I started to shudder and began to feel a wave of pleasure come over my stomach and I started to breathe really hard. My pussy was contracting hard, my legs shook I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his khaki pant, as he stood in front of me, god what a bulge. My heart jumped and I became damp. I wanted him. He smiled...” would you like to dance...?” I nodded yes and stood up he took my hand and led me out on the dance floor. He pulled me into his arms, pulling close to his chest and rubbed me up against his manhood. I looked up into his eyes to see him smiling, I smiled back at him and rubbed my belly on it, as I let out a deep sigh, we both knew we had found what we had come here for. We stayed on the dance floor for 2 or 3 dances and on that slow one got the small talk over with. I pictured in my mind this hunk of a young man, nude and erect in front of me imagining his hot wet tipped cock softly tapping on my flat stomach. I was seeing in my minds eye how it would feel as he slid this huge tool into my horny wet pussy. Oh this young hunk, he knew just how to touch a woman. When he took me back to my table I asked him if he wanted to join me and the boy was on it like a bird on a June bug. He went to his table to get his drink and I watched him walk away from me. Some women are turned on by a man's eyes, some by a man's hands or chest. Some are only excited by a man's ass. For me it is a man's cock. I watched intently his every step. Just by the way it moved, I could tell there was power and strength in that body. An image of my hands grabbing hold of that cute butt flashed through my mind, feeling it thrust against me. At that moments and I knew, with absolute certainty that I was indeed going to fuck this guy. After a few more dances and 2 more wines I told him I had to be getting home, he ask could he see me to my car. I smiled, shit I hope so you big muscled ape. Out of the club he walked me to my car which I had parked at the rear of the parking lot. At my car I unlocked it and turned to tell him how much I enjoyed the evening, when he bend down and kissed me. I rested myself back against the car and let him tongue me as he felt up my boobs. I was ready for him, god yes I needed this, my pussy was wet. I pulled away and before I had time to react he open the back door and I fell into the backseat and he stood before me. With the backdoor open the dome light would not come on and I saw him look around as he moved up close to me, making my legs part for him to stand between them. Once I was seated and looking up at him with that big smile looking down on my face, he put his hand on the back of my neck. I leaned forward ready to enjoy a caress and felt his thumb and finger tighten on my soft skin. He pulled me close to him and pushed his mouth on mine. I enjoyed this but couldn't help that feeling of dread that rose within me. Damn you Tim, why can’t you give me what I need. The young hunk broke the kiss, stood up and I lowered my hand to his crouch and felt his manhood on the outside of his pants. I felt that hard firm tool that had rubbed me on the dance floor. His hands open my blouse and slipped under my bra than down to my nipples. He pinched the erect nipple and a shudder ran through me. Juices spewed in my hungry pussy as I pressed my lips to his. I started to unzip his slacks. He had no underwear on and his large, thick cock popped out like a snake. I just knew that big pink snake had a big eye that pointed up at me. I felt a drop of pre-cum on it as he was smiling back at me. I looked down and saw that it had to be at least eight inches and its veins showed blue and purple under the skin. “You like that baby... you like what you been feeling all night...?” I licked my lips and wanted to fall on my knees and lick the tasty juice from his red, flared head. “OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I COULD LIKE IT. ..I can use a man like you tonight. I have an itch that I can’t seem to scratch,” I smiled at him and licked my lips.
“I promise to do the best I can to take care of that,” he assured me.
I laughed and said, “I’m sure you have the right tools.”
He kissed me deep and hard as his hands explored the curves of my boobs and down to my hips. He paused at my hips and squeezed the thickness there. Moving his hands under my skirt I felt him touching my thong.
“Nice hips, like velvet too,” he whispered.