When he
texted a few days later, I was shocked
he hadn’t forgotten me already. Anal sex So when the famous rapper
we’d all been looking forward to
seeing for weeks singled me out and
pulled me up on stage mid- performance, it was a big deal. It was odd
being shoulder-to-shoulder with a
complete stranger, and it wasn’t easy to muffle my increasingly heavy
breathing, but it was incredibly hot to
do something so daring out in the open. While jerking me off as slowly as
possible so as not to raise suspicion,
she whispered in my ear that she
wanted to make me come. After the babysitter showed up, my
MILF and I headed to the nearest strip
club—her choice, not mine. Honestly, though, I
didn’t feel bad. At the risk of
wasting erotic energy, I addressed the
issue directly. We didn’t hook up that
night, but she gave me her number and I pledged not to let the opportunity slip
before leaving for school in two
weeks. On top of checking off an
important bucket list item, I learned
something about pacing, and redemption. Then she
draped the navy blue polyester throws
over my lap, slipped her hand beneath
the makeshift barrier, withdrew my dick, and massaged me to erection.
