Back in 2004 I had moved to a rural town in Utah with my family while I was waiting to get activated into the Air Force. The town was small and hella boring, so I got a temp job to pass the time spraying liners in truck beds. My new coworker was a total tool – short, fat, angry… the redneck type that drives a huge BFT (big fucking truck). Had a strange name but for this story I will call him BFT. BFT said the worst shit about women (especially his wife), was vulgar as can be, he listened to the worst music, and I’m sure he probably went on to suck Trump’s proverbial dick. I had no interest in becoming his friend, and politely declined every time he invited me to go mud bogging, shooting, or just getting drunk on the weekends. Kind of a shame, really, since he was the only other dude in town my age.

A couple of months in at the start of a shift, BFT says to me that his wife is bringing us lunch. Considering how insufferable BFT was to be around; I was indifferent to the idea and thought maybe I’d run home instead.

Right before lunch time, I heard the intoxicating ‘click, click, click’ of high heels outside walking up to the shop door. I’m not sure about you, but usually when I hear that specific sound, I know I’m about to see a smoke-show of a woman. When the door opened, in walked R. From the ground up - she wore a small pair of pale pink pump heels with an open toe. She had white painted toenails (my favorite). Moving up to her legs she wore black pinstriped dress pants that tightly fit her petite thighs and hips. Her top was a pale pink button-up blouse, buttoned all the way up to the collar. Her fingernails matched her toes, painted white and pointed, which immediately made me think about how they would feel digging into my back. Her face was beyond pretty with pouty lips, high cheekbones, warm hazel eyes, and eyebrows that matched her dirty-dishwater blonde hair. Her entire appearance was shocking to see in such a rural, dirty place. Her well-put-together look was well thought out and screamed sex appeal, definitely not the sort of woman I expected BFT to be married to.

Saying hello to her husband, R set down the bag of lunch and then turned to say high. BFT introduced us to each other. She locked eyes with me for just a split second longer than seemed natural, then she half looked me up and down, very quickly, and the corner of her beautiful lips turned up into a quarter smile as she turned away to prepare lunch.

Over lunch she asked me a ton of questions about my family, my upcoming job in the Air Force, and eventually landed on the questions of ‘are you married (no), do you have a girlfriend (no), who do you hang out with since you moved here (no one)’ etc. I’m not sure why, but I even revealed that I was a virgin, making BFT spit his drink and start in with so many dumbass jokes typical of a sixth grader. Maybe I was superstitious, but with each answer I gave her eyes seemed to light up more and more.

Over the next few weeks, I started accepting BFT’s invites and all three of us started hanging out on the regular. One perk was that BFT would always drink himself into a stupor and would go to bed early, leaving R and I plenty of alone time.

R was VERY kind and never once laughed at me being a virgin. Instead, she was very curious and asked me extensively about my tastes in porn, what my experiences had been thus far with women, and seemed genuinely interested in everything I had to say. She then started sharing all of her kinks, and all the things she had done with BFT, and previous boyfriends. She shared a story about riding a boyfriend’s dick while he drove 70mph down the road and the feeling of the cold steering wheel digging into her lower back made her cum super hard. She told me about wearing short skirts to high school so her and her boyfriend could skip class and fuck in the hallway while it was empty. She loved getting fucked outdoors, she loved anal, she loved sucking cock and especially loved seeing men stare at her.

As we talked each night, I swear I was in a state of perpetual hardness. My dick is kind of hard to hide when it’s erect, and soon she started noticing. Eventually we started cuddling while she shared slutty story after slutty story with me. Eventually she would whisper the stories in my ear and started tracing the outline of my hard dick in my pants, lightly trailing her long fingernails around the outline of the head. She would intermittently kiss my neck or ear as she shared her naughty stories, always in a whisper.

One night we were cuddled up and she started whispering a story about how her boyfriend hiked her skirt up and fucked her in a church late at night, she slowly unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand down my stomach, I sucked in a bit and pushed out my hips and her hand slid into my underwear and on to my dick. I’ll never forget how fucking good it felt to have someone else’s hand touching my dick for the first time. I threw my head back and groaned. She slowly wrapped her fingers around me and started pumping very slowly. She whispered in my ear about how she always wore skirts for her boyfriend so he could fuck her wherever, whenever. She pulled her hand out of my pants, spit on it, and slid it back to my dick and slowly kissed behind my ear. She could tell I was getting close, and started increasing the speed of her hand. She whispered to me about how her boyfriend had her dress up around her waist, fucking her on the church pew so hard she was screaming, and with her legs in the air, she pulled him in deep as he dumped his load deep inside of her. With my eyes closed and her hand pumping furiously, I told R that I was getting close. I could feel her hot breath whisper into my ear “cum for me, baby”. As I started to spasm, she tightened her grip a bit and pumped slowly and purposefully, milking my cock as every last drop landed on her wrist/arm. While I was still orgasming she whispered “yes, baby, cum for me baby, fuckkkk that’s it, yess baby”.

Once I was done, she asked me how I liked it. I don’t remember what I said but I’m sure it was something mumbled and incoherent. We spent a while just cuddling and talking. She periodically licked up some of the cum on her arm(I don’t think she loved the taste) but it started dripping so she had to go clean up. When she got back, R had this devilish look in her eyes, sat up, and told me it my turn to give her an orgasm. I was immediately nervous, and I think it was obvious, because she said “don’t worry, baby, I’ll show you exactly what to do”…

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To be continued, if there's interest!