Yet Another Saturday Walk Home
After that Saturday and despite the fact he walloped really hard I still thought Pete was up for some fun. Guess I was wrong. For the next two Saturdays I went to the pub dressed up. I was excited but scared as I sat with friends in lingerie and sheer black tights hoping Pete would come in. Never saw him once up until the day before new year when I bumped into at the shopping centre. Saying hi I approached him. He kept looking around, so I assumed he was waiting for some. As I was about ask if he would be about on Saturday when he apologised if he had hurt me that Saturday. I shook my head and smiled at him. He made to move away so wished him happy new year and hoped we could meet up soon. I watched as he joined a woman by the post office, I assume this was his wife.
It was another two Saturdays before he came in. It was just after nine and I was about to go. I said hello stranger, and smiled as I offered him a drink. It was his usual as he pulled up a stool to where I was sitting in the corner of the bar. We chatted, it seemed to me that he was sober, well certainly more than me anyway as we talked rather than ranting about the world as we had before.
Just before ten thirty he finished his drink and said he was off. I asked he wanted company on the way home. It was subtle but a hint. He just shrugged and grabbed his coat. Leaving half a pint I grabbed my things and followed him. I had to walk quickly to catch him as he crossed the road and headed up towards the community centre. I was semi-hard and excited in my new black panties with attached suspenders along with seamed stockings. In my bag I had a black gymslip type skirt that I hoped he would let me change into once out of site.
We never exchanged a word as we walked past the usual turning before, he crossed the road. I suddenly realised where he was heading. There is a path past the old church which led to the old water works.
On the path I asked him to stop. I quickly changed. Pete watched as I slipped on the skirt. We walked on a little further and he stopped in a recess in the wall behind the church. Then I suddenly realised what do I do from here. The times before he was drunk and verbally abused me before he spanked me. Now he stood there smiling at me.
I was torn between moving closer to give him a kiss or stroking his cock. He was hard when I rubbed the front of his jeans. Then he reached round and grabbed my arse, playing with it, squeezing it and spank it softly.
A rock-hard cock sprang from his jeans as I pushed them down. Six or seven inches and meaty as rubbed it vigorously, pulling the foreskin back over the shiny red end. He found my cock and we mutually masturbated for a while. I felt precum on the end of his and then got a little worried I would shoot quickly with his hard rubbing on mine. I took a deep breath, crouched down and saw the beautiful sight right in front of me. All those years I had practised on dildos and bottles but now it was time for the real thing.
Except it wasn’t. He pulled me back up. Talk about frustrated. Instead, he swapped positions with me and pushed me against the wall with a slap to my arse. For a brief moment I thought he might want to fuck me, but he gave me another smack, then another. I guess he enjoyed spanking as he got a rhythm going one cheek then the other before finally he he bent me under his arm and gave me some really hard wallops. I squealed, not that it really hurt, just for effect.
After he had finished, I stood rubbing my warm red cheeks as he smirked at me. I put out my tongue, then he grabbed me again and gave me some hard smacks.
I crouched down again hoping he would let me suck him now. I held his rock-hard cock and felt the sticky precum as I pulled it back and forth. Again, I leaned closer with my tongue out, he backed away. I apologised and went back to wanking it as he pulled me up. Pete grabbed my dick and squeezed it hard. He obviously liked inflicting pain on me. Not that it hurt much, just enough to take your breath away.
He had plenty of stamina as it took a good five minutes before I finally heard him exhale loudly and dick twitched. Out came three long shots of cum landing on the wall, then three small ones which I caught in my hand. I slowly licked my hand clean. It tasted yummy as I exaggerated each lick.
Pete dressed himself as I rubbed my cock hoping to finish before he went. I even offered to let him do it for me, but I guess he had his fun and wanted home. I was left alone, my skirt around my waist, knickers at half mast, a red warm bum, and desperate to cum. Finally, I shot it up the wall, dressed quickly and went home kind of happy but I had hoped for more.
That was the last time with Pete. I never saw him for nearly twelve months and when I did, he looked gaunt, older and almost hobbled into the pub. I said hello and he just looked through me and never replied. I did enquire through friends if they knew what happened and apparently, he had a very serious liver infection and was in hospital a long time. I was sad for him as he was genuinely a nice guy.
It was another two Saturdays before he came in. It was just after nine and I was about to go. I said hello stranger, and smiled as I offered him a drink. It was his usual as he pulled up a stool to where I was sitting in the corner of the bar. We chatted, it seemed to me that he was sober, well certainly more than me anyway as we talked rather than ranting about the world as we had before.
Just before ten thirty he finished his drink and said he was off. I asked he wanted company on the way home. It was subtle but a hint. He just shrugged and grabbed his coat. Leaving half a pint I grabbed my things and followed him. I had to walk quickly to catch him as he crossed the road and headed up towards the community centre. I was semi-hard and excited in my new black panties with attached suspenders along with seamed stockings. In my bag I had a black gymslip type skirt that I hoped he would let me change into once out of site.
We never exchanged a word as we walked past the usual turning before, he crossed the road. I suddenly realised where he was heading. There is a path past the old church which led to the old water works.
On the path I asked him to stop. I quickly changed. Pete watched as I slipped on the skirt. We walked on a little further and he stopped in a recess in the wall behind the church. Then I suddenly realised what do I do from here. The times before he was drunk and verbally abused me before he spanked me. Now he stood there smiling at me.
I was torn between moving closer to give him a kiss or stroking his cock. He was hard when I rubbed the front of his jeans. Then he reached round and grabbed my arse, playing with it, squeezing it and spank it softly.
A rock-hard cock sprang from his jeans as I pushed them down. Six or seven inches and meaty as rubbed it vigorously, pulling the foreskin back over the shiny red end. He found my cock and we mutually masturbated for a while. I felt precum on the end of his and then got a little worried I would shoot quickly with his hard rubbing on mine. I took a deep breath, crouched down and saw the beautiful sight right in front of me. All those years I had practised on dildos and bottles but now it was time for the real thing.
Except it wasn’t. He pulled me back up. Talk about frustrated. Instead, he swapped positions with me and pushed me against the wall with a slap to my arse. For a brief moment I thought he might want to fuck me, but he gave me another smack, then another. I guess he enjoyed spanking as he got a rhythm going one cheek then the other before finally he he bent me under his arm and gave me some really hard wallops. I squealed, not that it really hurt, just for effect.
After he had finished, I stood rubbing my warm red cheeks as he smirked at me. I put out my tongue, then he grabbed me again and gave me some hard smacks.
I crouched down again hoping he would let me suck him now. I held his rock-hard cock and felt the sticky precum as I pulled it back and forth. Again, I leaned closer with my tongue out, he backed away. I apologised and went back to wanking it as he pulled me up. Pete grabbed my dick and squeezed it hard. He obviously liked inflicting pain on me. Not that it hurt much, just enough to take your breath away.
He had plenty of stamina as it took a good five minutes before I finally heard him exhale loudly and dick twitched. Out came three long shots of cum landing on the wall, then three small ones which I caught in my hand. I slowly licked my hand clean. It tasted yummy as I exaggerated each lick.
Pete dressed himself as I rubbed my cock hoping to finish before he went. I even offered to let him do it for me, but I guess he had his fun and wanted home. I was left alone, my skirt around my waist, knickers at half mast, a red warm bum, and desperate to cum. Finally, I shot it up the wall, dressed quickly and went home kind of happy but I had hoped for more.
That was the last time with Pete. I never saw him for nearly twelve months and when I did, he looked gaunt, older and almost hobbled into the pub. I said hello and he just looked through me and never replied. I did enquire through friends if they knew what happened and apparently, he had a very serious liver infection and was in hospital a long time. I was sad for him as he was genuinely a nice guy.
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