In Praise of Natural Women, Part 02

One hot and sunny day I was buying art supplies on upper Market Street near Castro in San Francisco. I was straggling back to my car with an armful of bags when I spied a woman whom I thought I knew from some play parties we had attended.

It was Dorothy Arskine, whom everybody called 'Dot.'

We howdied and embraced. Dot was a big, fine, athletically built woman with a cheerful, open nature. She was built like a porno cartoon character, with muscular sturdy legs, large firm breasts, and a 'shelf butt' to die for. Her behind stuck out impressively to where you could eat an eight course meal off it.

Dot was sporting a tight tank top, cargo shorts, and Doc Marten boots, and little else but sweat. I eyeballed her with appreciation.

"Ya had lunch yet?" Dot asked.

"Nope."

"How about McDeathburgers?"

Well, McDonald's every once in a while wouldn't kill you outright. Besides I had a secret guilty pleasure over quarter pounders with cheese :-).

So we stashed my art supplies in my car and proceeded across Market Street to the Mickey D's.

As we approached the restaurant, we passed by a homeless street person who was stationed by the door. Dot said "Hello, Louie, it's lunchtime."

The guy sort of half bowed and replied, "Yes miss Dot...lunchtime..."

As we walked inside I asked "Friend of yours?"

"More like a project."

We ordered two burgers apiece plus drinks and fries and sat down to eat. Dot produced a folding knife from her pocket and neatly sliced each quarter pounder in half. I made no remark. Dot then ate two of the halves and placed the other halves back in the Styrofoam containers.

We finished eating and walked out. Louie was standing in the same position by the door. Dot walked up to him and repeated "Lunchtime, Louie." She handed him the box with the burger halves inside.

Louie looked as grateful as a hollow-eyed, strung out, spindly-ass  junkie could look, I guessed...

As we were walking back across Market, I said, "You're a good woman, Dot, with a big heart and an even bigger ass...but what's with the cutting the burgers in half?"

Dot smiled  "Louie has his pride!: he won't take a whole sandwich but he will accept a half leftover. So we sorta worked out thus deal where I give him two 'leftover' halves, and everybody is happy."

I was liking this kind woman more and more. And as she invited me back to her place, I was also hoping for a cold beer and some sexual somethingorother...

(Thank you for your patience, dear readers; we now come to the sexy part of the story.)

No sooner had we gotten into Dot's flat and grabbed a couple beers, than she began to flap her arms, elbows akimbo, and complain further about the heat. Showtime! With her arms waving about, Dot revealed two of the nicest sweaty, curly- haired armpits a body hair freak would ever want to see. Enough hair in those suckers to build a nest for migratory birds.

I sipped my beer and tried not to goggle like a cartoon wolf. Dot upped the stakes by peeling off her sweaty tank top and throwing it across the room. Showtime, part two!

Dot's tits were meaty, firm, and capped with generous, pointy nipples that seemed to be pointing straight at me. She popped into the bathroom and re-emerged with a damp washcloth and began wiping down. I sat there with a growing boner and a smile.

"Shit!" Dot said. " This hot weather has got me all sweaty! And horny!"

"Do tell?..."

She gave me a crooked grin. "I'm not into fucking guys these days...but how about if I rub one out, and you watch? Or join in..."

Hm. I could definitely live with THAT.

Dot shucked out of her shorts to reveal a silly-looking pair of 'Hello.Kitty' cotton panties. "Don't laugh! They were on sale in J-Town!"

"I am not laughing. I'm something, but nothing funny."

Dot peeled off the panties, to reveal a terrific full bush of cribkly, matted pubic hair. The foliage covered her entire crotch area and the insides of both thighs, and grew halfway up her belly with s cute little 'treasure trail' leading up to her belly button.

I was trying not to salivate, at this point. Dot plopped down into a beanbag chair, spread her thighs, and barked "Awright averti, let's see the goods!"

Nobody has to tell me twice. I dropped my pants and briefs and out sprang my cock, pointing at the ceiling.

"Mmmm..not too big, not too small, just right," Dot leered.

"Thank you, Goldilocks."

Then the wanking got under way in earnest... wanking and watching, my all-time favorite. Dot was a two fingers on the clit, circular motion type of gal; while I favored the time-honored fist ful of former foreskin approach.

A couple of squishy minutes passed. Then Dot gasped, "Averti! I'm gettin'  close!"

"Already? Then you go, girl! I'll follow along at my own pace..."

"You can come on my boobs, how'd that be?...I still got my washcloth."

OK - neatness counts, I guessed.

Dot ptoceeded to have one of those nice, rewarding afternoon orgasms, the kind that makes a woman happy and satisfied without half killing her...though those are great too. A minute and a few dozen strokes later I shot my load all over her massive breasts without getting any on the hardwood fkoors.

We traded some convo while cleaning up.and then it was time for me and my sticky dick to beat it back to the southern suburbs. Dot gave me a big, sloppy kiss on the wag out.

I never saw much more of 'Generous Dot" but I never forgot that glowing afternoon...

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