With a heavy head, aching feet, and a quickly softening cock, I continued my naked trek home.
If Hester’s brother hadn’t turned up, I was sure that the accommodating twenty-somethings would have given me some clothes, or at least a towel to cover myself with.
“Fuck it,” I cursed angrily under my breath. “Fuck it!”
Still concerned about Jarrod and his mates, I waited in the dark for a car to pass, ran across an open road, and then bolted into another apartment block.
Scared and on edge, I again continued this for a few more streets, quietly running down side passages and leaping over back fences with a now almost seasoned skill.
My apartment complex wasn’t too far away now. A few more streets, and I would finally be safe.
In the far distance, however, I heard sirens quietly shrieking. Sweat suddenly beaded down my face and back.
Were the police after me? Had someone called the cops to complain about a naked man running through their neighbourhood?
Had I been spotted by one of the home owners as I bolted through their property with my dick swinging around?
I desperately put it all to the back of my mind, and forged nakedly and valiantly on.
I stealthily moved down the side passage of another small block of apartments, but when I arrived in the backyard, I quickly pulled up short with a shock.
Holding a plastic bag filled with rubbish, and with a cigarette dangling out of the side of her mouth, was a woman dressed in just a knee-length silk robe and fluffy slippers.
Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and she had a look of absolute shock on her attractive, bespectacled, forty-something face.
“What the fuck?” the woman muttered, and backed away from me toward a row of large plastic rubbish bins, where she’d obviously gone to drop off her nightly kitchen scraps.
“It’s okay,” I pleaded with my hands up. “It’s okay…”
“Are you gonna rape me?” the woman asked quietly and continued to back away.
“No, no…I’m not going to hurt you,” I replied quietly. “I’m so sorry…someone stole my clothes. I’m just trying to get home. I’ve been going through houses to stay off the streets. I don’t want to get arrested.”
The fearful woman continued to back away clumsily, and eventually bumped noisily into one of the large plastic rubbish bins behind her.
With the awkward, sudden impact, the woman tipped to the side, and her loosely belted robe embarrassingly came apart and then separated completely.
My jaw dropped as I was treated to the sight of the attractive forty-something’s now nude body.
Surprisingly, the woman didn’t grab at her robe to pull it together, but rather let it hang loosely at her sides, apparently happy for me to ogle her exposed body.
The woman’s breasts were enormous, and hung pendulously almost down to her waist in a desperate battle against gravity.
Her hips were wide and round and she had a pleasingly soft, plump tummy. Her dark brown bush was thick and ungroomed.
Even with fear-induced adrenaline coursing through my body, I couldn’t help but notice that this forty-something woman was not only very attractive, but also looked very, very good in the nude.
“You’re not gonna rape me?” the woman said with what sounded almost like disappointment.
She then very casually dropped her plastic bag into one of the big bins, and gave me an odd smirk.
The woman looked me up and down slowly, and paid particular, lascivious attention to my low hanging cock and heavily dangling balls.
“No, I’m not,” I said quietly. “I’m just trying to get home. I’m not going to hurt anyone.”
“Well,” the woman said with a shockingly salacious smile, and then took a long drag on her cigarette, “I guess that means I’m gonna have to rape you.”
“What?” I said in shock. “What do you mean?”
“Get over here and stick that enormous thing in me, or I’ll scream,” the woman smiled wickedly and pushed her glasses back on her nose. “Get it up quick before my husband wakes up.”
“You’re married?” I said with concern. “I don’t fuck married women. No way…”
“Well, you’re gonna fuck this married bitch,” the woman sneered and flicked her cigarette onto the ground, its sparks careening into the humid night air, “or I’ll scream that you’re raping me. My husband’s a fucking psycho…he’ll kill you.”
“You’re crazy,” I said quietly and moved toward the woman, who instantly reached for my flaccid cock with her right hand and started stroking it aggressively.
“Yeah…I’m crazy for your massive fucking cock, you hunk,” the woman said and spat luridly into her left hand. “I’m Stella, by the way…just so you know who you’re fucking.”
“I’m Matt,” I replied, and felt the woman wrap both her hands around my cock. “Nice to meet you, Stella.”
“A hunk like you really shouldn’t be walking around naked with a body and cock like that,” Stella sniggered. “Things like this might happen, you know? You might get taken advantage of, huh?”
Stella laughingly worked my cock quickly until I was fully and enormously erect. My 31cm boner prompted a quiet roar from the excited woman.
Stella then spread her legs wide. I kissed her passionately on the neck, and wedged myself between her fleshy thighs.
Properly positioned, I pushed gently at Stella’s labia with the head of my cock until I felt her lips slowly opening up for me.
With Stella rammed messily up against the row of plastic rubbish bins behind her, I drove myself into the attractive forty-something, and she let out a stifled groan.
“Oh, yes,” Stella growled. “Fuck me with that thing!”
With the rubbish bins rattling and shaking behind us, I thrust wildly back and forth into Stella, who pushed back against me with lustful enthusiasm.
I kissed her face and kneaded her big, soft, luridly swinging tits with my eager hands as the distracting smell of sweltering rubbish stung my nostrils.
Stella was both incredibly wet and not very tight, which made my thrusting nice and easy, and I got a hot, steady rhythm going, which the sexy forty-something clearly liked.
I’m disappointingly prone to premature ejaculation, but my fear and nervousness effectively held my orgasm in check.
Thankfully, I was able to slam into Stella for a lot longer than normal, and the sultry housewife moaned and groaned in response.
“Oh, you big, muscly, young hunk,” Stella panted with restraint, obviously on the way to an orgasm. “You massive cock on legs!”
The bins banged and crashed loudly as I pounded violently into Stella, whose pretty face twisted with pleasure and excitement.
She bit down furiously on her bottom lip in an obvious effort to stop herself from screaming with pleasure as she climaxed.
I orgasmed at almost the same time, streams of pleasure flooding through my body as my cock exploded and blasted semen into Stella’s warm, welcoming pussy. I groaned loudly.
Stella’s wonderfully fleshy body wobbled and shook wildly as she peaked, before the forty-something eventually slumped back onto the plastic bins with a satisfied sigh.
Just as I pulled my softening cock out of Stella’s wet pussy and felt it swing out into the warm night air, I heard a gruff male voice ringing out from a window somewhere above us in the small apartment block.