Quick thing about me so this makes sense. I'm alt-ish. Black hair, usually messy. I run every morning in a sports bra and shorts because I refuse to overheat and also because my tits are big enough that the cleavage in a sports bra is... noticeable. Like guys-tripping-on-the-sidewalk noticeable. I'm aware of this. I use it. Whatever.
So there's this guy on my street. Dad of two. Wife works a lot. He's out in his yard almost every morning when I leave for my run. Watering plants, taking the trash out, whatever dads do at 7am. We started saying hi a few months ago and the hi turned into small talk and the small talk turned into actual conversations and somewhere along the way it got flirty. Nothing crazy. Just the kind of flirty where he'd say "you look good today" while I'm standing there in a sports bra with my tits practically spilling out and my black hair piled up in a messy bun and I'd smile too long and neither of us would say what we were actually thinking.
He vents to me sometimes. His wife is "not adventurous" which is married guy code for she won't suck his dick and he's losing his mind. I vent to him about college stuff and being bored and we just became these weird morning therapy sessions for each other except there's this energy underneath all of it that we both pretend isn't there.
This morning we were standing by his mailbox and he was more frustrated than usual. Going on about how he can't remember the last time his wife did anything exciting and then he just blurted out "at this point I'd pay someone to suck my dick." And he laughed like it was a joke.
And I don't know what came over me but I looked at him and said "how much."
He stopped laughing. Looked at me. His eyes dropped to my cleavage for half a second then back up. I wasn't smiling anymore either. He said "are you messing with me right now." I said "does it look like I'm messing with you." He stared at me for maybe five seconds and said "a hundred."
I said "give me five minutes, I need to put my stuff inside."
He called after me like "you're just teasing me, that's cruel" and I walked into my house, put my keys down, checked my breath, and walked back out. He was standing at the edge of the street looking like he was trying to figure out if he was dreaming.
We walked fast without talking. There's this patch of trees at the end of our street where the trail starts that nobody uses in the morning. We went maybe thirty feet in where the trees got thick enough and he leaned against a trunk and I could already see the bulge in his shorts. He was hard before I even touched him.
I pulled my hair out of the bun so it fell around my shoulders (I don't know why, it just felt right, maybe I wanted him to grab it) and dropped to my knees on the dirt. Pulled his shorts and boxers down just enough, halfway down his thighs. His cock sprang out and he was big. Thick, heavy, veiny, the kind of cock that's been neglected and you can tell because he twitched the second the air hit him. I wrapped my hand around the base and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.
I licked him first. Long slow lick from the base to the tip, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the veins under my tongue. Circled the head with my lips, sucked just the tip, let it pop out wet. He groaned so deep I felt it in my chest. I took him in my mouth, slow, letting spit build up, working my tongue along the underside while I bobbed. His hand went to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my black hair, not pushing, just holding, and his hand was shaking.
I cupped his balls with my free hand. Heavy and full, he was so backed up I could feel it. I squeezed them gently while I sucked him deeper and he whispered "fuck" and his hips jerked forward and I let him push into my throat. My tits were bouncing in my sports bra with every bob of my head and I caught him staring down at them and at my lips wrapped around his cock and his face looked wrecked.
Two minutes. Maybe less. His thighs tensed, his fingers tightened in my hair, and he came so hard and so fast it caught me off guard. First spurt hit the back of my throat and I swallowed but the second one came while I was pulling back and his cum got on my lips and chin. Thick, warm, a lot of it. He hadn't cum in weeks, maybe longer, and I could tell by the volume. I licked him clean while he leaned against the tree breathing like he'd run a marathon.
I stood up and wiped my chin with the back of my hand and we just looked at each other for a second. He pulled his shorts up. I picked a leaf out of my hair, retied my bun. We walked back to the street in silence.
When we got to his mailbox he pulled out his phone and I heard my phone buzz. He'd venmo'd me. I looked at the notification and laughed and said "you really didn't have to do that." He said "a deal's a deal." I said "I would've done it for free." He looked at me with this expression I can't describe and said "don't tell me that."
I went inside and sat on my kitchen floor for ten minutes staring at the wall. My pussy was so wet my running shorts were sticking to me and I hadn't been touched. I showered and I could still taste him. I can still taste him right now typing this. That thick salt at the back of my throat that won't go away no matter how much water I drink.
He was out watering his plants when I left for class. We made eye contact. His eyes went to my chest first then my face. I bit my lip on purpose. My clit throbbed so hard I almost tripped on the sidewalk.
I'm going for a run tomorrow morning. Same time. Same route. Same sports bra. The one that makes my tits look like a problem. We'll see what happens.
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