A night time walk

I suggest you listen to this song while reading this entry…

I took a walk around the neighborhood, as is becoming my new custom. I wait until everything is settled and quiet, and around 10 pm I go outside, green cigarette in hand, lit and ready to go. I usually speak to someone on the phone so that I won’t be lonely. But there was no one available tonight, and so I smoked in the darkness, the sound of my Converse stepping on concrete. Mid-way through my smoking session, I spotted a man walking his dogs near the elementary school close by. I walked further and sat on one of the school steps which stood parallel to a basketball court that was behind the school. As I finished up, watching the strands of smoke slipping into the night sky and blending with the city haze, the man and his dogs walked passed me toward the gate. His head turned towards my direction as the smell wavered over to him. He approached me, his dogs slightly pulling at the leash.

“Hey, this might sound odd, but could I have some?” he said.

“Sure, no problem,” I said, handing him the small roach. “You might as well finish it.” Which he did, expertly taking the small piece, inhaling the smoke, holding it in, blowing it out. I observed him while he smoked, noticing the tattoos on his arms. On his left arm he had an image of a dragon wrapped around the length of his arm from his elbow to his wrist; on the right arm, a seductively sleeping geisha, surrounded by Koi fish, also from his elbow to his wrist. He had short brown hair, light brown eyes, and his t-shirt revealed nicely sculpted  biceps. He wasn’t really my type, but he was very good-looking and he piqued my interest.

“Thanks a lot. My name is Jeremy. And your name is?” he asked, puffing on the last bit of paper left.

“My name is Scarlett, and you’re welcome, any time,” I made sure to smile and look at him from head to toe when I said this. Mostly because I meant it. The dogs began to pull at the leash, agitated to continue walking. He said good night and left, sneaking glances behind his shoulder to my direction. And I, too far above the clouds to care, stared right back, removing my jacket, and arching my back, extending my legs, inviting him to return. With the dogs still pulling at him, I saw him turn the corner and disappear. By this time, I had been unknowingly aroused. Perhaps it was because I really thought he would turn right back around and ravage me right here on the steps of the school. It could also be that he was so cute and sexy, a little bit shy but with a rough exterior–he was the classic “don’t judge a book by its cover” guy. I wondered, however, what kind of person he was now, after our shared joint. Because the kind of person I was right now is the woman who is so excited she begins to rub her breasts, pinching her nipples, clenching her legs at the feeling of her throbbing pussy.

Looking up into the night sky, the air crisp with the arrival of Autumn, I unzipped my jeans, my hand reaching in, rubbing the outside of my underwear, feeling the wet spot already spreading. I moved my fingers in circles, moaning without inhibition, feeling every nerve in my body pulsate. With one hand pinching my nipples and I scrunched the fabric aside, working my clit. Still immersed in my moment of pleasure, I suddenly heard the rhythm of someone else’s heavy breathing. As I looked up toward the sound, I saw Jeremy, stiff cock in hand, stroking himself to the image on the staircase. I said nothing; I didn’t need words. I lifted my shirt over my head, placing it on top of my jacket. I scooped my hands into my bra and exposed my breasts, nipples erect. Licking my middle fingers, I grazed each nipple, watching his reaction as he saw them stiffen and wrinkle in the exposed chilled air. I continued to rub them, harder, pinching and pulling them, my mind empty of thought; I was solely and completely immersed in the tempo of lust.

Jeremy stared on, jerking and pulling at his hard dick, a sliver of liquid collecting at the head. His grunting and moaning became louder, and I knew it was a matter of moments before he would release himself. I wanted him to come hard. I stood up and turned around, wriggling my jeans down to my ankles, lifting one leg out of the denim puddle and pulling down my lovely lace bikini, I took a firm hold of a step with one hand I reached down to my pussy with the other, using one finger to work my clit. While swirling the solitary finger in circles, I heard Jeremy’s breathing quicken, his hand slapping against his groin as he jerked faster. I took my finger and entered my milky wet slit working it in and out of myself, my palm rubbing against my pussy, escalating in speed until my hands vibrated against my cunt. Along with the sound of my finger sloshing against my the walls of my cunt, and my moans, I heard Jeremy groan loudly.

“Oh fuck!” he grunted, propelling his arm outwards against the brick building to prevent himself from falling as the cum spurted from his dick.

After a few moments, I came brazenly on the steps of the school, my knees locking together, keeping my finger still inside me. I wiggled it for a few seconds, basking in the few extra moments of pleasure, and slowing down the intensity of the orgasm. I turned and sat down, finger still in, smiling delightfully to myself. I removed it and licked it clean as he watched, his tongue swirling in his mouth as he tasted the phantom juice. Without a word between us, I put my jeans and shirt back on. I was now too warm to put on my jacket, and so I draped it over my arm and walked toward him.

“The next joint is on you,” I said, walking away. As I turned out of the yard, I saw both dogs tied to the fence. I smiled, fully aware that some bitches are worth returning for.

-Scarlett