1. Vodka Rocks Surprise


    Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: subtletyisgood, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    cares. She got in behind the wheel, clunk click. Checked herself in the mirror. Lips. Hair. Brushed a wisp of silky black curls off of her forehead, and started the engine. Quick check of the side mirrors, and she was gone. I slumped back against a pillar and gazed down at my scuffed Doc Martens, feeling like a miserable tramp. The original shoe gazing loser. Why couldn’t I get a job. A proper one. Not in some fast food nightmare. If I had a decent salary I’d be able to afford nice things, good clothes, a car. And I could take fantastic looking women like her out to expensive restaurants and night clubs. And back to my cool bachelor pad in a fashionable location. Fuck! What was the point of wasting three precious years of my life half asl**p in some overheated nineteen sixties purpose built red brick hell hole? ‘Sorry my lad, I can see you’ve good some good qualifications, we at the moment don’t need care workers fluent in the Chartist movement, agrarian land reform, or the political and economic f***es that f***ed the transformation of a previously stationary rural population governed by the slow pace of the seasons into an industrialised urban workf***e governed by the clock on tower at t’ mill. How are you at changing incontinence diapers?’ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Lost in my self pitying squalor, I almost didn’t hear the sound of a car pull up, an electric window opening, and somewhere off in the distance a woman’s voice asking me, ‘Can I drop you somewhere?’ It took a second ...
    or two for me to realise it wasn’t happening in my subconscious. It was real. It was now. It was her! ‘Wha?’ ‘I said, can I give you a lift?’ Her voice was as soft silky and sensual as her luxurious hair. She was one of those lucky people blessed with a voice that without even trying sounds great when they sing. A mellow resonance, rising up from her body. She opened the door and waited. I got in. Still half in a dream. It was a reflex my body did without me fully realising what was happening. The first thing I noticed when my brain caught up with my body was her perfume; a soft sexual must that made me almost tremble. ‘Well?’ she said with a little laugh. ‘Where to?’ We didn’t speak, except for my directing her. It was only a five-minute journey, but it felt like a magic carpet ride to wonderland. When we pulled up outside my flat she asked ‘Do you have anything cold to drink in yours? I’m parched.’ ‘Erm… Yes… There’s some spring water in the fridge, I think.’ ‘Ice?’ ‘Probably.’ ‘Oh goody. Do you like vodka? I’ve got some in the back. I take it straight, just with ice.’ Moments later, I found myself in the pokey little cupboard they called a kitchenette knocking ice cubes into two tall glasses. When I returned to the living room with the drinks, I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was sitting on my sofa pulling on a black, lacy-patterned stocking. ‘Do you like these? Stay-ups. I just bought them.’ she said lifting a leg and running her hands delicately up it from ankle to ...
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