Erotic Stories – I will be wearing a white hat part 3
Once there she gave the wide eyed Phil a treat. She stripped off her loose dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. There she stood in nothing but a pair of high waisted white panties. Jackie had never felt so self confident. She approached Phil again and whispered in his ear as he grabbed her. “Have you got any cream for me milkman? I’d like full cream.” She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, she sounded like a bad porno script.
Phil said nothing, he just stood up masterfully, towering above her and started to take off his clothes. Jackie watched with wonder as he exposed his broad, hairy chest and slightly paunchy stomach. Jackie hated the stomach muscles that looked like a washboard; she couldn’t stand anyone taking longer in front of the mirror than she did in the morning. Phil was just right, nicely spread out and strong the way she liked her men.
He took down his trousers and revealed that he had nothing on underneath. His cock stood out proudly like a flagpole, defiant against the breeze. Jackie grabbed it instantly and squeezed its thickness. She wanked it slowly back and forth until Phil picked her up in his strong arms, and with one hand wrenched her panties over her ass and slammed her against the cubicle wall. She squealed as he pushed his hard cock into her. He didn’t have much trouble because she was so wet. Phil pumped her pussy slowly at first and then quickened his pace. She closed her eyes and let him take control of the entire situation; she didn’t move a muscle.
She was beginning to think that Phil would soon tire but she was wrong. The more she thought about him putting her down, the stronger he held her and faster he fucked her. She completely lost control and dug her shoes into his tight muscular backside. Phil was spurred on by this and drove his cock even deeper inside her. They both shouted out loud and then stopped, suddenly aware of their volume.
Jackie’s clit was massive and hard and it pressed beautifully against the very bottom of Phil’s hard shaft. After they’d stopped, she started the action again by grinding herself against it like she had a bad itch. She came like this in a collapse of limbs. Phil caught her and supported her entire wait as she twitched her pussy, wringing out the last of her procreative juice.
Phil allowed her a little time to recover before bending her over the toilet quite roughly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his twitching cock. He buried his tool into her pussy again. Jackie felt so completely out of control and she absolutely loved it. She felt like a doll being fucked in all her holes, in every sexual position possible. She reached around, underneath herself and between Phil’s legs. She cradled his balls and stroked at them. She felt his cock twitch inside her when she did this. It felt as though for a brief moment she was taking some kind of control over the situation, although she knew full well that Phil the milkman was certainly the powerful one; and by the feel of his twitching cock he was about to deliver his fresh cream.
Her intuition was correct and very soon Phil was groaning and holding himself back. “Let it go all over my back milkman,” said Jackie as she looked around to watch Phil dump his creamy load all over her. She felt his cock come sliding out and heard it pop and slap against her thighs. She saw the surprise in his eyes as he heard her say those words and before she knew it he clenched his cock and groaned as it tried to pump out. When he released it a huge blob of cum flew out the end, over Jackie’s shoulder and onto her face. She rubbed it off her cheek and watched the rest spill out into the small of her back. She felt the warm cum run down her backside and drip onto her thighs.
They dressed in relative quiet, suddenly aware of their nakedness, and all Jackie could think about was the next time they could meet up and go out. She contemplated inviting Phil around to her place that evening for a repeat performance as they walked out of the toilet together, looking rather flushed, back into the coffee shop. When they walked past the bar Phil stopped to order some coffee and turned to ask Jackie if she wanted some. When she met his gaze, out of the corner of her eye she saw a man of about fifty sitting alone at the back of the shop wearing a white Fedora hat with a black band. Her heart nearly stopped.
“Are you alright love?” Asked Phil, reaching out his hand, putting his milkman’s hat on the table nearby.
“Yes, I think so,” replied Jackie, nervously eyeing his hat. “So Phil, have you enjoyed your blind date?”
“My what?” he replied incredulously.