Transitioning into Heather Part 2
Emerging from the bathroom, just donning a mere towel, and adorning my scalp with a separate drape, I head to the closet and snatch my basket of nail care products. I advance towards the living room and lay everything down. Subsequently, I stride toward the refrigerator and propel myself a beer. Typically, I begin customarily to grow apprehensive, and a tad splash of ale aids to allay my nerves slightly.
Upkeeping melodious feet is tougher because of constant standing. When shaving in the restroom, I endeavor to eliminate any minor hairs on my toes. Nothing grates more on a woman's appearance than toes with hairs. I assemble a large bowl filled with warm water and insert some sweeping salts, additionally I sprinkle a few whiffs of rosemary oil. I retain them to warm their touch for nearly 5 minutes, subsequently extinguishing them. I discover unblemished cuticles, therefore I grapple some cream and stroke my soles. I don socks next to bolster the nurturing procedure. I stretch, bring my feet up, gulp a swig of ale, and close my eyes.
In my ninfancy, at the ripe age of 21, I acted passionately into firefighting. I inscribed multiple applications in multiple locations: Virginia, North Carolina, and a different town. The initial civilian test I undertook was in a town about 50 miles away.
Quite fortuitously, I had former acquaintances residing there for several years; thus, I reported them about my test and they advised me to visit the night before to avoid early risings. After a night of bowling league, I hurried back home, sanitized, changed, and spearheaded for the car.
The voyage alone that late at night appears barren, and desolate, without vehicular traffic. I purposely blast some metal music in my car stereo, and the lane endures for nearly an hour. I arrive, and my recollections subvert confidently.
Perceiving those familiar surroundings, I delve into the apartment complex, making my way to their domicile. I establish the bag of core essentials and stroke the front entrance.
Rap, rap, rap, no reply. Dark locale.
Rap, rap, rap, still no reply.
Intricate nuances.
I'm well past an hour's range from my dwelling, with insufficient expenditures to check into an inn, and it's 1AM in the proximate morning. It's implausible that I could hastily depart and drive back.
Therefore, I conceive the notion of slumbering in my car. I incline my car's chair, enough to relax it. Undeniably, I inquire myself how I will arbitrate that I wake up promptly to attend the test. But I shall futilely attempt. Instruction: While taking a minute to doze off, a yellow light shines in my rearview mirror. I yawn, direct my window, and receive an interruption.
The officer queries me about my whereabouts. I divulge my intent to remain with a friend overnight. Nevertheless, he mandates my displacement from the area due to a peddler allegedly examining the vicinity. Well, that's swell. Now, I'm cordoned with no bed and it's the wee hours of the morning.
Moving somewhat, I detect an accessible area with a cluster of vehicles - I enter and refrigerate myself, attempting to embrace sleep as quickly as I can. My body chills, the coldness seeps, so inevitably, I scrabble for the door.
I check the clock and shine it on 3 AM. The merciless chill invades me, and my coat fails to ward off the freezing temperature. How long can I potentially remain immobile, specifically without intentionally or accidentally starting the vehicle's engine? I escalate, perusing an exterior ring of stores nearby.
Realizing, "24 Hrs Open!", I inhale relief - a place to warm up. A few auto-cars rest in the adjacent lot. I approach one store, noticing a blonde worker, natural, with petite stature, softer assets, B cups, possibly C. Concurrently, I discern a pair of men; no apparent strangeness.
The items available unmistakably seize my attention. Dildos soar from 12 to 14 inches long with thick proportions equivalent to an arm, vibrators, pretend halls, mouth suppression efficient decontaminators, and a host of other sexual artifacts. Enticed, I evaluate a variety of movies, cultivating a tryst of the arousal. A duplicate: should I depart and compose myself?
Or, perchance, visit a booth.
Never before facing the prospect of a booth rendezvous. Overheard the rumors, of course. Bizarre? Bizarre. However, I remain cold, and it's the hottest welcoming business establishment for the chilled predicament.
I choose to simply use the private booths. No one here appears to care what anyone is up to, so I move up to the counter and purchase some tokens for the booths, walking towards the back. I pull the curtain aside and close it behind me, then stroll down the hallway. Considering a row of half-open doors and pondering which one to enter.
I head all the way to the back, feeling somewhat anxious and embarrassed, contemplating that everyone in the store must know exactly what I'm about to do.
I open the door. Not at all what I anticipated. No grossness. Not the cleanest, but certainly not anything like I expected.
I insert some tokens and start browsing through the catalog of films. Straight, Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Bondage, Group, Gangbang. I select a video of a couple. It's pretty average. She goes down on him, he eats her out...
Dang. Went black.
I add another token and it picks up from where it left off.
Some missionary, then some doggy for the finish.
Next, I opt for another video. This time, I pull my pants and underwear down and start stroking myself. Regular couple sex, different participants, but mostly the same.
Black. Darn, right when I was about to reach full hardness. Fish out some more tokens and insert them into the slot. Crap. I only have a few more tokens left.
I better finish this off. I wouldn't be able to go back out and fetch more tokens. How humiliating that would be? Thus, this time I select a lesbian scene. The blonde woman, a redhead, small breasts, thick butt, trimmed pubic area. The other a heavier woman. Black hair, large breasts, thick butt, tattoos, and a shaved pussy.
The brunette is arranged on her back, legs spread, one leg lifted high in the air and the other down on the bed. The redhead is between her legs, spreading her lips apart, licking her opening. The brunette's fingers explore her partner's big breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples.
There's something about women playing with their tits and nipples that really does it for me. My cock instantly hardens.
Red now has her fingers in and out of Black's pussy, frantically jamming her fingers into her. She leans down and takes the nipple on her left breast in her mouth, biting it until the brunette screams in ecstasy.
I start stroking my stiff cock. Pre-cum on the tip makes the process smoother.
By this time, Raven is on her back with Red between her thighs, a small dildo pushing in and out of the brunette's slit.
She lowers her pussy onto her mouth.
My hand moves faster and faster, approaching my own climax. Looking back at the screen, it's dark.
But I'm so close. I need to complete this task.
Then, out of nowhere, a knock on the door. "You've got to have the video playing or you have to go."
I had only a few more tokens, anyhow. But my erection is almost gone now. I fasten the last 3 tokens I possessed into the machine, and the video resumes.
The view shifts. Raven now has a strap-on, and Red is on her hands and knees, waving her ample backside at Raven.
My cock gets stiff again, so I start stroking it.
Raven approaches Red with her rubber cock in hand, ready to enter her pussy. She's about to shove it in when I hear a knock.
What the hell? The video is playing.
But it's not coming from the door. It's from the booth beside me.
I don't acknowledge it. I notice a hole in the wall from which fingers beckon me closer. Was it another woman? A guy? Was it someone else I didn't know was there?
Then they say, "Come here," with their fingers. I proceed in that direction. As I step toward the hole, their fingers try to touch my cock. I start playing with it. I edge a bit closer, only just out of reach of their fingertips. I lean in and touch their fingers with my erection.
I approach the hole even further.
Their tongue licks the head of my penis. I get as close as I can, my crotch now grinding against the wall. The fingertips tug at my dick.
They situated my penis at the hole.
Their tongue licks the head. I position my crotch up against the wall even closer. They jerk me off, slow at first, then a little faster. My rock-hard cock feels like it's never been harder. They use one finger to spread the pre-cum on my head.
Then, their lips encircle my cock's head. It's incredibly warm. They glide my penis in and out of their mouth. Then they pull back and down my shaft, my penis reaching the depths of their throat. Then back in their mouth.
Then they whisper to me, "Give us a sign when you're about to cum."
I hadn't figured out who they were. All I knew was they were masters of sucking cock. The best I'd ever had.
They wasted no time and went back to my dick. Using their tongue to stroke my head. I was about to cum, thrusting my hips, and I started to moan. My balls tightened, and I knew I was close. I knocked on the wall to warn them, expecting them to take me out of their mouth, but they surprised me by taking me even deeper.
They sucked hard, and I started cumming. Right down their throat. To my surprise, they kept my cock in their mouth, milking out the cum. It was the first time I had experienced someone swallow my load. They didn't release my dick until it was soft enough to pull out.
I stood there, unsure of what to do. Should I thank them? Did they expect me to return the favor? I still didn't know if they were male or female at this point. The video I'd been watching ended abruptly, and I heard the door on the other side open. I was terrified and excited.
I had just received the greatest blowjob of my life and for the first time, swallowed.
I put on my pants and grabbed my underwear, slipping it into my pocket. Expecting to be asked to leave any minute, I approached the door and walked out of the booth area, keeping my head down so I wouldn't make eye contact with anyone.
I caught a glimpse of one customer and the attendant, a new one, smirking as I passed. The girl from before was gone. I hurried out, almost running, making it to my car and driving away as fast as I could.
I arrived at the testing on time, but my performance wasn't up to par. Was it because I was tired or the thoughts of what had happened just a few hours earlier? To this day, I had no idea who was on the other side of that wall. All I knew was they were lovers of cock.
Fast forward to now... I completed painting my nails. I struggled to pick a color but went with classic bright red. I blew dry my hands and started on my toes, feeling sexy while I did so. After finishing my left foot, I noticed below my towel my hard cock was dripping pre-cum onto my leg, which brought back that hot memory. I wiped it up with my fingers and licked them clean. I finished up with my right foot, resisting the urge to touch myself.
It's been years since that encounter, but the memory stays with me. I feel spoiled to have received a blowjob that good, with someone swallowing.
