Work Trilogy - 3

A bunch of us from work went to the racetrack one weekend. In the van we were riding, a woman named Leslie was beside me. In the dark, things got very kissy between us - I was always horny and I guess she was too. I got a nice outside-the-shirt feel of her medium-sized tits and pressed my hand between her blue-jeaned thighs. She groped my throbbing bulge, but then whispered to me we’d have to get together elsewhere. Leslie worked in Anne’s (the woman in Work Trilogy - 2) department. She was divorced, had a pleasant personality but always seemed self-conscious of her rather thick body. She was eight or 10 years older than me.

The following Monday, she phoned me in the office. She flat-out said we should meet at her apartment and she’d cook a meal for me. Eager pussy and dinner: I was sold! The next Saturday evening I drove over to her place in Vancouver’s West End and she fed me a good Italian dinner. We retired to her living room couch and started necking. It was obvious she had no bra on under her top and I enjoyed a nice suck on her puffy nipples. Leslie said Anne had told her I was a really good pussyeater and she’d like some. She also said Anne told her I was a powerful cumshooter and she wanted to witness me jacking off a wet load. Ms. Self-conscious was totally explicit about her desires!

Leslie took off her top and jeans and sat back down on the couch. I knelt in front of her and asked her to raise her hips; when she did I peeled off her rather grannyish panties. Her pubic hair was natural but sparse so I was able to easily tongue her cuntlips and clit. She was soon humping my face and came with a loud moan.

It was getting dusky outside and I told Leslie about my fetish for cumming where it was possible that others might see me. She said we should go out on her balcony and “do the deed” out there. I stripped, went out, and sat in an armless chair which kept my rock-hard cock a bit below the level of the railings. Leslie quickly put another chair against the railing facing me and spread her thighs to give me a hot view while I slowly stroked my cock for her. I got wet with pre-cum and asked Leslie where she wanted my cum. I was expecting her to say on her tits or bush or something, so was surprised when she told me to ejaculate over the railing. She knelt beside me to get a good look when I shot off. When I was ready to blow my load, I stood up and rapidly jacked myself to orgasm. Inexpressible pleasure surged through me as I blasted three or four ragged spurts of jizz over the railing. The rest of my massive cumshot landed on the balcony floor. “Wow,” she said. “What a cum! Anne wasn’t kidding!”

After I recovered, we went to her bedroom where I fucked Leslie all night long. I couldn’t help but think what a couple of pervs we were. What if someone had been walking on the sidewalk when my cum splattered, following the irresistible forces of gravity!