You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
Sometimes you just want to take the skeleton out of the closet, to share, but there's no one to share with. I'll share with you, dear visitors.
About me: an ordinary "office manager," pushing 40, with a bit of a belly, nothing remarkable. And the women I get are usually the same—"nothing special." You can fantasize a lot and imagine sex with insatiable, curvy beauties, picturing yourself as an indefatigable macho, but in real life, it's a bit different. Well, listen to how it happens in my life...
Tatyana. An accountant at our firm (a total cliché from stories, right?). Between 40 and 45, full-figured, broad-boned, with thick legs, a huge ass, big
breasts. A fleshy woman, in short. Doesn't use makeup at all, short haircut, no manicure, a smoker. We got to know each other in the smoking room, chatting about various topics. Tatyana is divorced, raising a daughter. 2-3 times a week, she doesn't go straight home from work but goes to pick up her daughter from music school and then goes shopping with her. This route partly overlaps with mine, and I give her a ride.Our chats sometimes took on a somewhat frivolous tone, and the initiative came from her: a lonely woman, deprived of male attention due to her unremarkable appearance. I readily responded to hints to steer the conversation into a "personal" direction, and eventually, we were quite freely discussing who among our colleagues was sleeping with whom, who was cheating on whom—typical female gossip, in short. We moved on to personal topics: like, it's been a long time since we had sex, we want it, but there's a ton of work and no time. We told each other that we masturbate. So, all our short post-work rides in my car somehow started being accompanied by such conversations. And then one day, Tatyana, smoking out the slightly open window, said with bitter sadness that she was fed up, tired, and constantly irritated. I suggested maybe it's because there's no satisfaction? Familiar story, I'm often in that situation myself. There's physical release, but no emotional one, and the physical one doesn't last long. It's a different story if it's not your own hand, but at least a woman's hand.
Tatyana nodded: yes, yes, yes. And I, not really hoping for anything, more to see her reaction, asked: "Tanya, what if you were to 'release' me? I think the effect would be much stronger. Or if I did it to you—definitely better than doing it yourself." Tanya laughed, coughing on smoke: "Well, you say the darndest things!)) You want me to jerk you off?" "Why not? You could jerk me off, I could jerk you off—it would definitely be better than satisfying ourselves." "You're a pervert, Vanechka," Tanya said with a smile and opened the door (I had parked at the usual spot where she gets out to go to her daughter at music school). "But I'll think about it," she said, getting out of the car, and slammed the door. I watched her go: a hefty woman, a fat ass, not at all my type. The only attractive thing about her was the size of her tits. They were big, at least a size 5. Probably soft and saggy, but the size... And who wouldn't you desire when you're on a dry spell.
Anyway, her answer encouraged me.
The next time we rode together was only after two days off—on Monday.
"Thought about it?" I asked. "Thought about it," Tatyana replied, lighting a cigarette. "Maybe you're right, but it's unclear how and where to do it. I'm not going to take you to my place, or you me. And not at work." "Where, where? Right in the car. The windows are tinted, pull over to the side, 10 minutes and we drive on satisfied," with these words I turned to the shoulder and stopped. "What, right now?" "Why wait? Let's try, no harm in trying." "Yeah... somehow unexpected, and who goes first?" "If you want—I'll do you," I said, staring at Tatyana's huge tits stretched under her t-shirt. "Oh no, I'm not prepared, better later. If you want—let me try you." I nodded happily and started unbuttoning my jeans and belt. Tatyana watched, not attempting to help. Pulling my jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh, I released my dick, which was standing at attention in anticipation, and it swayed. "Not a bad tool, kinda thick," Tanya grabbed it in her hand like she owned it.
I relaxed and watched as a woman's hand slid over my dick. "How do you like it—harder, softer?" Tatyana asked. "Start gradually speeding up." Tatyana jerked me off, gripping my dick with her whole palm. It felt good, but she was pulling the skin back from the head too hard, I involuntarily hissed: "Damn, dry it's a bit painful." "Well, you weren't prepared, should've brought some cream or something." "Yeah, didn't think of it, at home it's always on hand if needed." Tatyana eased up and jerked more gently... The unusualness of the situation spurred me on, and it had been a while since my dick had been in anyone's hands but my own. I put my hand on Tatyana's chest and started kneading it: her breast, as I suspected, was soft, you could feel it even through the bra... Abstinence made itself known, and I started twitching, coming vigorously. Tatyana covered the head with her palm because the first stream of cum splattered right onto the dashboard.
Now the stream was hitting her palm... A lot of cum had built up—oh boy—and I covered her palm and myself quite a bit. "Didn't expect you to finish so fast," she said, smiling and looking at the results of her handiwork. "Well, your hands are so gentle—no wonder," I complimented her. "It felt incredibly amazing to me! Much deeper sensations than doing it myself." "And I liked it too, got to squeeze a live, firm cock in my hands!" "Not so firm anymore," I laughed. "Maybe I should do you too after all?" "No, next time, I'll prepare." I smiled, took out a pack of paper napkins, and wiped away the traces of pleasure. Pulled up my underwear and jeans, fastened up. "No, say what you will, but it feels damn good, thank you!" We drove on, and soon I dropped her off at the usual spot...