You know there is nothing that gets me wetter than a gentleman. Our school district groundskeeper was in the office to complain about his shed being blocked by one of the bus waiting for the band kids weekend thing. It's blocking his bay door for his equipment.
I was in the office making exams, and ran into him. He and I had a, thing, last summer. Mostly he loved to play with my tits and get a blowjob in back of the school on the athletic fields against his mower. Not the way I should be spending summer school, but Covid lockdown had me climbing the walls, and Indian men are a serious weakness of mine.
I was prepared for it to be awkward, but he was such a gentleman, offering to help me sort and staple my tests while he waited for someone to call the driver to move the bus (non starter, the driver is out with another bus, it was a write off for him to get his equipment out). When all was said and done he simply announced he would go at least clean up the shed and do some equipment maintenance if he couldn't get out into the field and try to at least clear the snow off the track.
I followed him out, not at all like a bitch in heat. Made small talk as I walked totally the wrong direction to my classroom, out to the shop class whose door leads to the vehicle shed where his equipment was. Then I followed him out to the shed. He was grinning quietly and began to grope my ass as he opened the door for me to precede him in.
I thought he was only going to do his usual grope and blow, but I guess he had the time to devote, because when I tried to get his pants down to blow him he rolled my slacks down to my knees and used my belt to tie them off.
He did let me blow him while he alternated between groping my hanging tits and spanking my ass, but it was only until he could get himself worked up enough to give me a right royal fucking from behind. You know, having my belt tied around my pants that were around my knees was the same as tying my knees together. His cock isn't super long, but it is coke can fat. Do you know what it does when your legs are bound together in doggie and someone THICK pushes into you.?
I really tried to stay in doggie, but you know how it is, one shot in the sweet spot and your arms go limp and the next thing you know you are cheek down in the concrete getting plowed like a field.
I am bi. I love women more, but a good hard cock wielded by a man who has the full intention of fucking you into your place, I don't mean hammering you until he blows his load like harder is somehow a virtue, I mean a man who wants to make you cum like a bitch in heat before he pounds your frothing quim into sensory overload and then makes your whole nervous system spasm in sympathy every single time he spurts.
He is mid fifties, at least sixty pounds heavy, with a nose that looks like you could honk it like a bike horn, yet the bastard can be charming as a cavalier and screw like a porn star.
I wanted to suck him clean, but he wanted to French kiss instead, pinning my hands behind my back to keep them off his cock while I calmed down.
Honestly, the kissing didn't do much to calm me down, but eventually my brain reentered my body and I remembered I was three quarters naked in the groundskeepers garage where any number of employees might come in for something, and we both got dressed.
I will have to go back on Monday because MY PHONE is somewhere on the floor there, which I didn't figure out until I got home and went to plug it in. I am not saying he fucked me brainless, but he at least fucked me phoneless. Some knee and cheek scrapes, and some aches from athleticism on cold concrete, but I am pleased that he fucks as well as he seduces.
The really funny thing, I regret not having the chance to blow him again. Weird isn't it? I got my jollies right and proper, but I still wanted to be on my knees with that uncircumsized snake to charm. Oh well, I will see more of him when the snow melts and the fields need mowing.