I’m restless here, sleeping far too long and my whole body feels like a sandbag. Like I need to be out and doing something but everything is closed, even the parks and beach. I know I’m eating far more than I work off too. I just feel sluggish and like for example when I flex my arm, I can pinch alot more skin between my fingers even over my bicep. It sounds like a weird thing to track, but even if I can’t see it, little things like that which are different than before are indicators of putting on weight. I more feel it in my cornering and acceleration more though lol
I’ve decided while everyone’s indoors I’m going to go hiking up a trail that looks out over town. Hiking and stuff’s still allowed AFAIK, and I see people out walking all the time. I’m going to do it when it’s drizzling so I won’t be too hot, and to make things interesting I’ll just be wearing a coat and shoes. I’ll have an umbrella too. I have a men’s leather blazer that comes to mid thigh that’ll be sexy. It would be hotter with heeled boots but I don’t want to go hiking in those so maybe converse. I wonder if anyone will be on the trail… Planning this whole thing out like this is hot, I’m considering bringing a toy or camera, dropping the coat for a minute, taking a nude rain selfie with the town in the background… Maybe with my favorite green toy as a prop. Have to go no more typing fingering to do
The hike was nice, it was drizzling and Grey, nobody out, I felt excited showing a little thigh through the front of the jacket as I walked. The trail’s really Rocky so it wasn’t too muddy. I only saw one person out, a fit older lady in tight jogging clothes who was the “reporting flashers” type so I just waved. She was too old/not my type anyway and I wouldn’t want to be creepy. A grinning, leering athletic guy I might have shown with a sexy spin or lifted the back of my coat as I passed and mooned him as I kept walking, but grandma was the only one out. I can read the situation, for someone thinking that sounds weird. When I got to my spot I did hang my umbrella from a tree, open my jacket and let the cold water touch my nakedness for a few minutes. I suppose anyone in town with a telescope pointed at that random spot on the hill would have gotten a show, so nobody really. But it was still thrilling. Also since the green dildo was too big for the pockets I decided on a different toy. I have a big glass buttplug with a flower on the end, and I had it in my ass as I walked, which is a fun sensation. I think I’ll start going out like this. It’s sexually ambiguous, I could be another dumb girl dressing in warm day clothes like short shorts and then putting on a needed jacket as it cooled down, or I could be naked under the jacket with a sex toy inside me. It depends on the imagination of the beholder, only I will know. And the guy smartass enough to ask, thinking he’ll impress his friends with a brave act of harassing a stranger. It’ll be sexier when I can wear my heel boots…
I went out grocery shopping in my new favorite outfit, sexy boots included this time. It is super cold to be doing that, especially in the refrigerated sections of the store. I like to have my earbud in listening to raunchy porn blasting, I tested first to see if it’s audible anywhere but in my ear and it’s not. And then when I get back to the car and it’s pouring, after putting the groceries away its time to play! I put my phone on the steering column where I can watch, barely lift the jacket over my thighs and masturbate in the parking lot. The sensation and my wetness is enhanced by the nudity in public, porn audio I’ve been listening to, plug in my ass I’m grinding on, and “Anastasia Rose airtight dp” on PH. I watch while Gus and his wife in the parking spot next to me show no signs of seeing any of it through the buckets of water distorting my windows. To them I could be anybody, man or woman sitting in the car watching the most recent virus news. I texted J the whole naughty story about what I’ve been up to and she wants to do it with me at some point.
My Poolboy showed up at my door at 11pm in the rain. Against my better social distancing judgment I let him stay the night. Neither of us have been sick or out and he’s not in school so I couldn’t tell him no. He’d had a btfo fight with his parents and just left instead of hitting his mom with a chair or something, so he said. I greeted him as always naked at the door (because I don’t wear clothes at home) and we sat curled up on my couch eating pizza and drinking apple Jack’s while he told me the whole story. I was sitting in his lap listening, cheering him up when I could, agreeing some parts and pointing out others where he made things worse. When he was totally calm a few hours later and after some Netflix, I took his hand and took him to bed with me where we just cuddled and talked some more before falling asleep. He appreciated the chill night-without-needs when we woke up and after some groping kisses, headed home. He comes to me, not his gf 😀
N says he’s feeling better and always wants to come over. He kind of throws a fit when I tell him no, cause that’s not how quarantine works. Since he’s been sick I might still get whatever he had, even if he’s not anymore. Not that I trust his judgment because the power of boners is stronger *ding.
He came over anyway one night with flowers. I accepted them and told him I promised to see him when quarantine’s over. After like 30 mins of him begging at the door, and me telling him no like a kid and parent arguing whether or not he could hang out, I told him to go and guaranteed again I’d see him when this was over. Before I could shut the door though he got his foot inside, and when I opened it again to make an issue out of it he pushed me out of the way and let himself in. He was totally calm and played it off goofy and smiling like “too late I’m here.” After some arguing in which he was smiling the whole time like he was cute, he started getting touchy and kept trying to tickle me or lean in for kisses and I kept swatting or pushing him off. He only put up with that for a little bit, grabbing my wrists and pinning them behind my back with one hand and holding the back of my head with the other so he could kiss me. I kept wriggling and scooting backwards away from him so he walked me into a corner with walls on both sides and pulled my head back with a handful of hair. I couldn’t move, I could knee him in the balls but that might have been provocation. He was licking my neck and cheek while grinding his hard on against me, I wasn’t in the mood for any of it but it didn’t feel malicious like before or an assault. So when he asked me if I was going to be a good girl and behave I said yes. He handcuffed my hands behind my back with a pair he’d brought expecting this, and walked me upstairs still holding a fistful of hair on the back of my head. When we got to my room he pushed me headfirst onto my bed and got naked, then pulled me by my ankles over the edge. He started eating my ass which we hadn’t done before, and it had been a long time for me so I reluctantly had to admit it was kind of nice. He would mix in long licks of my lips with tongue-flicking my clit too. I was spacing out and daydreaming when I snapped out of it and realized I was about to cum and I was in a new position. At some point I’d shifted up onto my knees, was supporting my weight the side of my face drooling and moaning into my blankets, and even had my hands pulling against the back of his head. So I forgot all about his pushyness and gave in. After I informed him loudly that I was cumming, he rolled me onto my back and flipped me around so my head was hanging over the edge of the bed, then swung his hips and slapped his wet cock across my cheeks a few times. I opened my mouth wide with my tongue out and he happily throated me. He facefucked me for a few minutes, swatting my tits sometimes which made me squeal with a mouthful of dick, which then made me gag. It wasn’t terribly comfortable with my arms under me and the cuffs digging into my back every thrust but it was still getting me wet. The last time he pulled out so I could breath, he grabbed my hair again and pulled me to sitting upright. I felt like a mess, my nose was runny, spit and cum covering all the way from under my watery eyes all down my neck! I sat there on my knees trying to breathe, he moved up to the head of the bed sitting on my pillows against the wall, hooked me under my arms and pulled me back between his legs. I was leaning back against his chest and he asked me with lips to my ear if I wanted his dick in my tight tasty ass or wet pussy, I said ass thinking of him eating it a few minutes ago. That’s exactly what he hoped I’d say. He helped me get my knees under and my feet behind me by lifting me up by my hips, and I straddled his legs reverse-cowgirl style. Then he pointed the tip of his dick against my asshole and pulled my body down on it slowly with equal handfulls of hair and cuffs. I started riding, feeling that cock-filled sensation I haven’t had in over a month, and was leaning forward to give him a good view. We fucked like that for a little bit before he pulled me back against his chest, thrusting on his own now cause he was close to cumming. He was groping my tits, sliding his hands up my chest and gripping my slippery neck, using it to pull me down harder on his dick. I felt it stiffen and the thrusting stop, so I grated my hips back and forth and milked his load into my butt. When he was done I laid back against him relaxing and we talked. I said today was kind of sketchy and in a grey area because the way he forced his way inside started out scary, but him being boyish and immature and the fact that I was kind of into it this time was the only thing that made it not creepy. He said that last part was what he was going for last time he just lost his temper. I reminded him this time could have turned out different too and not to do something like this again. In a vacuum tonight would have been cute. Immature bf doesn’t take no for an answer, seduces girl with his boyishness and dominance. But with the last time he was here in my mind, when he stopped the door with his foot I almost ran. We had kind of a soft argument, no yelling just upset girl and repentant guy and I told him after last time he DOES scare me and that I consider what happened rape, especially cause he knows what is and isn’t ok with me, and slamming the back of my head on the floor when I struggle or piss him off definitely isn’t. He apologized into my neck really quiet and convincingly ashamed, and wrapped his arms around me holding me. He didn’t argue with me when I told him he raped me, even saying “ok, you’re right. I’m sorry, forgive me, make it up to you, ect” and i never thought that would happen to me. By the time we were done with our talk the cuffs were uncomfortable, and his soft dick in my butt was not an efficient seal to keep me from leaking his cum all over my pillows, so we took a shower together, I made him wash the bed materials, then give me a massage before going and getting us dinner. If he’s eager to make amends and wants to be with me, I’m going to put him to the test. Since he can’t be at work and I’m potentially contaminated now, I told him he could “shelter” with me a couple weeks to see how he does. If he performs to my standards he’ll be out of the doghouse.