Straight Male / 25
It had been just a few years and I went back to the little diner but all had changed. When I was 15 I was tall for my age and the waitress/cashier, Allie, said once, "My, you have large hands." Back then I was such a dumbass that I had no idea what she was talking about. I do know that she noticed that I was walking around with a major stiffie, a chub to end all chubs, trying to hide it, suffering. In school I was just about to begin to learn about male hormones and pubescence.
Allie was a pleasant looking, tall woman, middle aged, around 45 and I figured, 5'10" and had a small chest but her hips and legs were something else. Below the waist she was all muscle and not fat, but shapely. She had an ass like none other and I used to envision it and jerk off numerous times.
One night I was buried in two texts cramming for a test the next day and had totally become lost in that, then pulled out of my stupor by Allie, who came to my booth and said, "We're closing now, sorry." I looked around and the place was empty with some chairs on tables already. I apologized and started to put my books into my backpack when Allie took my right hand and looked at it, matched it against her own and said, "follow me."
She lead me to the kitchen behind the counter and without another word, pulled up her uniform skirt and pulled her panties down, revealing everything beyond her waist. She said, "get with it, we don't have all night." DUH! I pulled my own pants down and my chubby popped out. she said, "good God those big hands don't lie. Slip it in, come on and don't worry, you can finish inside."
I was behind her but she did not bend over so I slipped my cock into her standing up and it was incredibly amazing. I cannot describe the feeling. I had never gotten laid before, not ever. This was my first and I told her, "All I had before this was my hand." She said, "I thought so, just enjoy, come on." I had to be a minute or less when I started spurting cum into Allie's vagina from behind her. It felt like it was not going to stop firing off. She said, "JEEEEZ, boy, what are you hooked up to?" She had a dry kitchen rag and started to wipe herself while I buttoned up again, still breathing hard like a tired horse off the track.
It never happened again and I went off to college. When I was able to return to look for her she was long gone and all I have left is a rapidly dissolving memory. I slapped my monkey a thousand times thinking of the incident. I wish I could locate her. I don't care how old she is now.
Allie was a pleasant looking, tall woman, middle aged, around 45 and I figured, 5'10" and had a small chest but her hips and legs were something else. Below the waist she was all muscle and not fat, but shapely. She had an ass like none other and I used to envision it and jerk off numerous times.
One night I was buried in two texts cramming for a test the next day and had totally become lost in that, then pulled out of my stupor by Allie, who came to my booth and said, "We're closing now, sorry." I looked around and the place was empty with some chairs on tables already. I apologized and started to put my books into my backpack when Allie took my right hand and looked at it, matched it against her own and said, "follow me."
She lead me to the kitchen behind the counter and without another word, pulled up her uniform skirt and pulled her panties down, revealing everything beyond her waist. She said, "get with it, we don't have all night." DUH! I pulled my own pants down and my chubby popped out. she said, "good God those big hands don't lie. Slip it in, come on and don't worry, you can finish inside."
I was behind her but she did not bend over so I slipped my cock into her standing up and it was incredibly amazing. I cannot describe the feeling. I had never gotten laid before, not ever. This was my first and I told her, "All I had before this was my hand." She said, "I thought so, just enjoy, come on." I had to be a minute or less when I started spurting cum into Allie's vagina from behind her. It felt like it was not going to stop firing off. She said, "JEEEEZ, boy, what are you hooked up to?" She had a dry kitchen rag and started to wipe herself while I buttoned up again, still breathing hard like a tired horse off the track.
It never happened again and I went off to college. When I was able to return to look for her she was long gone and all I have left is a rapidly dissolving memory. I slapped my monkey a thousand times thinking of the incident. I wish I could locate her. I don't care how old she is now.
