Christine's Busy Day

Christine's Busy Day

I recently replied to a forum post saying how I fantasise that when I see a hot man out and about, I smile at him and we get talking. He fancies me and gets a huge hard-on and I have to give him a hand job! I thought I would try and turn that fantasy into a not too serious story! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :0)

Let me know if you think it worked...

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Christine sighed when she heard the front door shut and silence descended on the home she shared with her husband and 2 teenage kids. Until recently she worked full time, but redundancy put an end to that. She was only 50 but felt she had lost her identity and missed being with people all day. Her sex life with her husband was perfunctory and he barely noticed her any more. Being middle aged and invisible, Christine missed the attention from men she enjoyed when she was younger. All harmless flirting, but she sometimes fantasised about things going further.

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Christine looked around at the dishes in the sink, the mountain of laundry with her name on it, the ticket to collect her husband's suit from the dry cleaner's and she had no idea what she was going to cook for dinner. There was also a note from her daughter asking her to go to the local library and pick up a book she needed for school.

Feeling bored and frustrated, Christine headed out to the supermarket to buy something for dinner. Picking up a basket, she absentmindedly cruised the fruit and veg, at least trying to make healthy choices for her fussy family. As she turned the corner, she walked straight into another customer.

'Sorry!' She exclaimed and looked up at the stranger in front of her. He was a handsome man in shorts and t-shirt reading the label on a tin. He looked up and smiled at Christine and she couldn't help but beam back at him. He was clean shaven and had incredible skin.

'I'm not sorry,' he said, 'you smell lovely and I like your hair,' he continued, but his eyes weren't looking at her hair, he was staring languidly at her tits. He was young, maybe 35 and Christine felt flattered and horny.

'My hair is not that low,' she said and raised an eyebrow.

'You caught me out, I'm a sucker for brunettes with great tits' he said rather loudly and looked around when he remembered he was in a public place.

When he began to shuffle uncomfortably, Christine glanced down and could see that he had a sizeable hard-on straining in his shorts as he tugged on the thin fabric trying to conceal the evidence. Christine dropped her shopping basket to the floor.

'If you need some help with that, my car has a roomy back seat and is parked at the back of the car park,' she said quietly and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

'Fuck, yes,' he replied hastily and dropped his shopping. He walked closely behind her so that nobody else could see his erection.

Christine opened the doors to her car and invited him to sit in the back with her as the windows were tinted. He had never been in such a luxurious car and sat back with his legs open and when the doors were shut, he undid his shorts. His cock was huge, circumcised and already leaking. She took it in her hand and started to work it while the man moaned.

'Can I kiss you?' He said and Christine hesitated. Kissing was never in the fantasy but this stranger was beautiful and she would regret it if she didn't take full advantage of the situation. She leaned in and her hair fell against his exposed arms and he moaned as her generous tits pressed against him while she worked his cock. The kiss was firm and delicious and he stole a squeeze of her tits.

'I'm not going to last,' he groaned into her mouth as his thighs began to twitch. She didn't want a mess in her car, so Christine swept her hair back, twisted it and lowered her hot lips onto his cock before her came. This was enough to send him over the edge and jets of hot spunk exploded into her mouth. She drank it down and licked his beautiful cock clean as he gasped and panted.

'Do you make a habit of that?' He said as he did his shorts back up.

'No, but I've always wanted to,' she said laughing.

'Well I'm happy to have helped fulfil a fantasy,' he said and left the car.

Christine watched him walk back to the supermarket admiring his cute ass and tanned legs in his shorts. She felt very pleased with herself and decided to do her shopping later.

Next was the library for her daughter's book.

She arrived at the library, a musty 1970s building with dark, depressing decor and she had no idea where the book would be. She went upstairs to the non-fiction section and tried to find it herself but couldn't. She would need help from someone. There was nobody around and she felt frustration rising until she heard the sound of trolley wheels and at the back of the library was a man pushing a trolley. He was short, quaint and middle aged and definitely looked like he still lived with his mother even though he must have been older than Christine.

'Hi, I'm looking for a book for GCSE geography about rivers,' she said to the man who had begun to sweat.

'Um, rivers, ahem, um' he looked flustered and was not looking Christine in the eyes.

What is the matter with him? She thought and shook her head. And then she realised. In her haste to pleasure the handsome stranger earlier, her blouse had come undone and she was exposing a good bit of ivory lace bra and cleavage. Fuck. She realised what was wrong with the librarian when she looked at his trousers.

'I'm sorry,' he said, grabbing his crotch and blushing.

She felt sorry for him and whispered in his ear 'do you have anywhere private we could go?'

His eyes widened like saucers and he turned immediately, ditching his trolley and she followed his quick steps to the stock room. It was a horrible room, dark and full of rows and rows of books. She wanted this over quickly but she felt she owed him for getting him worked up in the first place.

'Hand, pussy or mouth?' He said hopefully.

'Absolutely hand only,' she replied firmly and he dropped his drab, grey trousers to the floor.

'Fair enough,' he replied. He wasn't the least bit attractive but to be fair, his cock wasn't bad at all; a decent size and straight. It just goes to show you can't tell a book by it's cover.

'Can I kiss you? Suck your tits?' He said.

'Don't push your luck,' she said as she worked his foreskin to his moans of delight and copious amounts of leaking pre-cum. It didn't take long for him to steady himself against the nearest bookcase.

'It's happening!' He shrieked and she stood well back while his huge jet of spunk flew through the air and covered a shelf of books. Not Christine's problem though as she wouldn't have to clean it up.

He leaned back against the shelf and wiped his cock in a tissue before pulling his trousers and underwear up.

'You're a beautiful lady, will you come here again?'

'No. I don't think so and don't worry about the book. I'll buy one.'

As Christine scurried back to the car, she couldn't believe what she had done. The second wank of the day was just a pity wank but she still got a thrill from it and her pussy was puffed up and wet.

After lunch, Christine needed to clear her head so she decided to go for a walk in the peaceful woods near her house. Her thoughts were all over the place and she didn't know what to make of herself. She had only ever slept with her husband and now she had wanked off two strange men in one day. She smiled to herself and laughed out loud, she fucking loved it! The power she had over the men. They were helpless and she wanted more.

As she strolled along enjoying the tranquility of the woods and admiring the dappled shade of the trees on the ground she saw a man in the distance. He was over 6ft tall, beefy with massive biceps; he looked like he could lift Christine with one hand and throw her over his shoulder. In each hand he had a lead attached to two huge German Shepherd dogs.

Christine felt her pussy twitch. No way, not again she thought and ran her fingers through her hair and stuck her chest out.

'Beautiful day isn't it?' She said to the man as he got closer.

'Gorgeous,' he said. 'I've never seen you here before, it's usually only dog walkers.'

'I um needed to clear my head and fancied a walk,' Christine said smiling at the stranger who had no idea what she was thinking.

'Well, it's lovely to see a new face around here,' he said and cleared his throat as he crossed his hands in front of his crotch. Christine could see his face had coloured pink. His hands were enormous and his arms covered in tattoos. He was about her age with twinkling blue eyes.

It's happening again, she smirked to herself.

'Do you um, would you like to find a secluded spot for a while?' She said and shrugged nonchalantly.

'Yes, but I'll have to bring the dogs,' he said eagerly.

'No problem,' she smiled.

Christine followed the stranger as he knew the area well and she didn't. They came across an opening with logs that had obviously been used for people hanging out as there was a bit of litter on the floor. He tied the dog leads to a nearby tree branch and the dogs immediately lay down, glad of a rest. The man looked to Christine rubbing the bulge in his jeans.

'Is this what you meant?' He said hopefully.

'Oh yes,' she replied, her mouth dry and her cunt slick with her juices.

She undid his jeans and he shrugged them to the ground and hastily removed them. The tip of his dick poked out of his boxers and Christine grabbed it purposefully and cupped his balls in her hands.

'Fucking hell Love, do you do this for every man you meet? It's not my birthday and you are hot!'

'Just enjoy it, I love giving pleasure to men, it turns me on.'

'I'm not arguing,' he said as he threw his head back and his balls tightened. Christine speeded up her skilled wanking and this time she knelt in front of him and let him come all over her pretty face.

'Jesus!' He exclaimed laughing, 'I didn't see that coming.'

Christine laughed and wiped the hot cum from her face. She was now so turned on she knew something had to be done about it and watched as the man pulled up his boxers and jeans.

'I must be able to return the favour,' he offered with a grin and Christine thought about it for a second. She had already gone beyond the realms of her fantasy but fuck it why shouldn't she have some fun?

She reached under her skirt and pulled down her sodden underwear, enjoying the fresh air on her soaking cunt and began to touch herself.

The man walked over, took her panties from her and rubbed them on his face sniffing them.

'Beautiful cunt juice,' he murmured, 'you are hot, Love.'

He stood behind her kissing her neck with his bearded chin. Dropping her panties, his large hands slid between her legs. He almost lifted her off the ground and rubbed her and fingered her until she was dizzy with desire and her legs felt weak. She shuddered to an enormous orgasm on his hand in no time and rode his fingers until she was completely satisfied.

'Thank you, that was incredible,' she gasped, her own face now flushed and sweaty.

'Well Love, I hope you feel the need to clear your head again sometime because I'd always help,' he laughed and off he went with his dogs.

Christine waited a couple of minutes regaining the strength to walk and slowly made her way home. She showered and put her clothes in the washing machine but she didn't regret a minute of her day. Smiling to herself she loaded the dishwasher, made a cup of tea and lay on the sofa exhausted. Closing her eyes, she relived every delicious detail.

***

At 5 o'clock, Christine's peace was shattered when everyone returned home and burst through the front door:

'Did you get my dry cleaning?'

'Mum, where's my book?'

'What's for dinner?'

'Sorry, busy day, I'll do all that tomorrow and it's take out for dinner,' she said casually as she opened the Dominos app on her phone.

End