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Drive up Window Jackoff

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Bart spotted the street. Willow St., that's it. It looked different in the daylight. Bart slowed down, but his car bounced as he pulled in the driveway in between two typical looking post WWII homes in Greentown. It was a long, narrow old concrete driveway, with portions missing, and growing strips of grass and weeds filling the multitude of cracks. The car rolled to a stop close to the house on his left, the driveway extending to just a few feet from the kitchen window. He turns the key, and the engine kills. What a beautiful day to be up early. Bart looks up into the kitchen window on the left, then to the right at the neighbor's house. Thick cedars bordered the property line, so there was little to see beyond them. It was a warm Sunday morning, so the car windows were all the way down. He took a swig of the glass containing the day's 1st drink. A Bloodymary was Bart's drink of choice after a long night out. He allowed his left hand to drop to his lap. His fingers lightly scratched his inner thigh, then under the loose sides of his shorts. Since he wore no underwear this morning, his awakening cock easily crawled out to greet the new day. Bart looked down at his beautiful cock. His fingers brushed the underside as it squirmed to the aroused state he thought of since he woke up a few hours earlier. But, he waited until now. He promised himself he would wait. His attention turned to the back yard of the house, which was to the left of the garage 30 feet ahead of him. He could see lounging chairs, and a glass covered table covered by a green and white umbrella. There were markings on the umbrella, but Bart couldn't make them out. His cock was now laying all the way out of his shorts, his left palm whispering up and down the the bottom of his shaft. He ponders a few fantasies about the goings on out in this little backyard patio, guarded well by the row of cedars to the right, and beautiful spruces framing the backyard. His cock twists, and turns to its angry state.Bart looked down at his cock, and grabbed it with his right hand, pointed it straight up, and squeezed it slightly. A drop of clear fluid popped out, and laid on his pee hole. He pushed it with his left forefinger, then put it to his tongue. It was time. Time to do what he came for. One more look to the right at the line of cedars protecting him. He pulled his shorts down, and the fat hard cock plopping against his belly. Throwing caution to the wind, he took his shorts all the way off. Over his sandals, and onto the passenger seat. Next, came his tee shirt. Nothing like being totally naked on a warm, no, HOT, Sunday morning. He adjusted the towel he sat on, and enjoyed the nakedness of his world. He drinks from his glass again. Warm mornings always made Bart so horny. A new level of horny creeps into him. He pulls a left over roach from the ashtray, and lights it. Just 2 hits on this lazy Sunday morning, and he is mellow, and even in a more horny state. He thinks of what he came there for, then looks down at his squirming cock. His cock looks good enough to lick. And, he considers it, as he does on many occasions. But he settles into reality, after remembering the good old days when licking his own cock WAS reality. It is plain to see that Bart loves his cock. His hand glides up and down his velvety smooth, and Viagra-like hard penis. The grip becomes firmer, and the pace of stroking increases just a bit. He stops, squeezes, and watches the expected glob of fluid leap from the volcano entrance. 1st signs of the pending eruption, he thinks. Bart hears a noise at the kitchen window, and he lets the volcano thing pass into oblivion. He moves the seat back a little, and rubs the tip of his cock against his hairy belly. A trail of liquid forms an arc on his belly like that bead of rain that won't go away when a worn out windshield wiper blade screeches back and forth. His hand slides up and down the shaft, the strokes getting firmer, then softer. He hears water running from behind the window, which is about the same height as the top of the car. The morning sun is shinning on the window just enough so that Bart can't see much inside. Is someone awake in there? The window opens, and the old painted sashes tug at the frame, causing quiet a racket. Music immediately spills out from the kitchen. No since stopping now, he thinks. He jacks his wet cock harder now. He looks up, and sees inside, though its still hard to see very well inside with the sun shined bright inside the window screen. Drip, drip, drip. His cock leaks the clear fluid enough to act as a natural lube. Just then, he saw her. Her huge melons lunged from her robe as she reaches far above her to get something, probably from a cupboard high above her sink. He milks his slippery cock more and more. He jacks it harder and you could easily hear loud smacks, and also his heavy breathing. Bart looks to the window again. She is looking out at him now. She's an old women compared to Bart. She must be about 60. She leans over the sink to get a better look at Bart's volcano. A noteworthy eruption ensued. His jizz spurts out onto his hairy chest once, then a steady flow of cum pours down his shaft, over his trembling hand. It creates a pool of spunk matted at the base of his fat hairy cock. He looks up at the window again, hoping not to look too embarrassed. Was this such a good idea? Would he hear sirens soon? Screaming? He was afraid to look at the window again. But, he did. That's why he drove there. To flash his beautiful cock at this older lady. He thinks of her at the bar last night. He hopes he remembers the night correctly. He sees her in a one-piece drape of a dress. Her sagging breasts swaying against the flower patterned cloth. Does she remember him? Maybe she doesn't, and he can just back up, and drive away. He feels a panicked jolt, then reaches for the keys on the steering wheel, then his shorts. Which one 1st? Dress or drive? What if he backs out still naked, and a car hits him? What if...."HEY, I came to the window an hour ago! Your late!" She giggles. The same sound he heard last night. Her huge breasts actually bounced when her giggles turned into all out laughter. He could picture it still. THAT'S when he knew he wanted to jack off for her. "Come on in. I'll make you breakfast." "I see you already spilled mine." "I'm good at cleaning spills, Bart." She remembers me, he thinks while a smile grows. "I'll open the door in the back" she says. He sneaks out of the car, still buck naked, and runs to the back door. Bart's cock bobbing and weaving all the way. A jug with more Bloodymary in one hand, his shorts in the other. _________________[sig]fantasyman999@yahoo.com[/sig]

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