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I’d recently taken on a foreman role for a catering company in a new area to get away from my perilous ex-girlfriend. I was initially living in a bungalow out the back of my current bosses house and was keen to get a place of my own as soon as possible.

The region of Albany was nice, however, due to the high demand for housing, I was forced to take a two-bedroom apartment in ‘west Albany’ which was considered ‘the slums.’

It was a regional area and not your typical country town that was easy to network and make friends.

It had more of a suburban type feel and everything seemed to have an ashen gray tinge to it, even the ‘blazing colors’ of the fast-food outlets were dull and coated in grime.

The overall mood of the place seemed to match the ashen gray tinge of the area and was void of any kind of life or human spirit. People weren’t courteous and just wandered around in a state of fear or drug-induced paranoia.

The area had a bad reputation for crime and drugs and seemed to be filled with arrogant people who had no excuse to be arrogant, considering where they lived and what they were.

I’d lived in the area for 6 months and failed to make a single friend. The only people I saw were my work colleagues who were less than desirable and my pot dealer, whom I met at a local tavern one night as I was plowing myself with drink due to the constant feeling of isolation and oppression resulting from living in west Albany.

I was taken back one afternoon on my way home from work when walking down the sidewalk of one of the many derelict neighborhoods I drove through on my way home. I saw a 5ft 6′ blonde wearing the shortest red dress I’d ever seen. It wasn’t tight or hugged her body, the dress was rather frilly at the ends and quite visibly displayed the girl’s creamy buttocks.

Although I couldn’t make out her thong from the roadside, it was obvious she was wearing one due to her buttocks being on display, either that or she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all!

The busty blonde wasn’t what I would describe as a 10, she was more of a 6 on the scale and was desperate for attention. Why else would she be wearing such a dress I wondered? Especially in the area of west Albany, where everyone seemed to be self-conscious and looked at the ground as they crossed paths.

I noticed a typical, west Albany loser walking towards her who seemed to move from the sidewalk and over the gutter onto the side of the road as he was approaching her, true to form of such uncivilized degenerates from around here.

I wondered if the girl felt just like I did? — Of course she did. How could she not, living here? Her presence was a breath of fresh air. She wouldn’t have looked out of place on a beach in Marseille! There, would have blended in perfectly. Here; however, She might as well have a sign hanging around her neck saying ‘rape me.’ She knew she was safe though, as nobody talked to each other in west Albany.

Due to the covid restrictions ending, people were no longer wearing masks, she must have felt so cooped up and frustrated during the past two years or so and was venting her sexual frustration and lack of human affection of late in her dress sense.

I read a quote recently from Eleanor Roosevelt. ‘Do something that makes you afraid at least once a day,’ and thought I’d take my chance.

I cut a lap around the block and pulled up to the curb and waited until she approached with google maps opened on my phone as if I were looking for directions.

I had the latest VW Jetta that had a touch of class about it, considering what most young guys my Ankara escort age around here drove, most of them never drove at all!

And this girl was walking, she didn’t have a ride. As she walked past I wound down the window;

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you! I’ve just moved to the area and I’m trying to find the liquor store before it closes! I’m sick of driving around in circles.”

What was the worst she was going to do? Ignore me and keep walking? Give me directions and keep walking?

Her response answered all of my earlier queries.

“Hah! That makes two of us.”

She seemed really ‘nice’ and friendly, she was appreciating the fact, someone, anyone, had bothered to engage her, she must have felt as if people were frightened of her the way the last loser shuffled out her way and avoided her like the plague.

I then said to her ”Great minds think alike I suppose! This stupid GPS is gonna cause an accident!” I was making out I was genuinely in a rush. Once she gave me directions, she said, ”I’d better hurry too, before it closes!”

It was then I offered her a ride. I didn’t look like a serial killer, more like Freddy Prinz junior, therefore was no threat and she knew it. Even if there were an element of danger about me, it still wouldn’t have bothered her. West Albany was like living in a world where you were invisible.

She jumped in the passenger seat and I marveled at her gorgeous thick thighs.

I could see the crotch of her red panties due to her dress being so short. It came up even further once she sat down and the hems got caught under her ass. She began tugging at the ends of the dress in vain, pretending to make it longer to no avail.

”Nice dress — It’s hot,” I said very casually.

“You think so?” as she turned to me seeming unsure of herself. I’d instilled a sense of assurance into her regarding her outfit to which she casually said;

“You’re too nice” and smiled, she looked like she was a little on ‘the chubby side,’ only very slightly though, it didn’t bother me because her figure was nice, I considered it puppy fat. I hadn’t been with my girlfriend for over 6 months and would have almost fucked anything with a pulse at this point. The more I looked at her, the prettier she appeared to be. The excess puppy fat could be easily fucked away.

As we continued driving, we made conversation about how we both despised the town and how people were weird and abnormal here, sharing a common interest. We then walked into the liquor store together as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, within 15 minutes of meeting each other were laughing like school-children and hitting it off like old friends.

She told me her name was ‘Jessica’ with a K.

The word ‘easy’ came to mind, such was my first impression of her. She had to be a little different and stand out from the crowd. This girl loved the attention!

Once getting our drinks, we got back into the car when I asked “What’s on for the evening?”

“Just having a couple at home and putting up with my mom’s bullshit!” She replied

Jessika was 19 and still lived at home with her nagging mother. I explained I had my own place and she seemed to be impressed by this. She asked me what I had planned for the evening.

My response; ”Probably just having a few at home as well, unless you got anything better in mind!” — Throwing it out there.

Jessika just laughed and took the hint when she said ”Anythings’s better than going back to my place and putting up with my crazy mother!” To which I responded;

”We can have Ankara escort bayan a few at mine…if you like.”

Jessika took a sip from her drink and said ”Suurrree why not,” nodding her head in approval before looking into her lap and smiling whilst brushing a locket of her blonde hair over one ear.

Her reaction gave me an instant hard-on. I’d gone from heading home from work like clockwork and having a boring night like usual whilst resenting my place in this area, pondering greener grass elsewhere, to having a hot, spur-of-the-moment date with a sexy blonde!

All of a sudden West Albany looked entirely different. It was where I would come to meet Jessika and it wasn’t so bad after all; In fact, it was best thing that had ever happened to me and the gray tinge had begun to lift. I was now seeing west Albany and the world in color.

As we got into the driveway and entered my place through the garage door, Jessika seemed to be impressed very easily. My place was neat with not much furniture, I’d only just moved in, I explained to her.

“This is awesome.” She said, scanning the walls as if she was decorating the place in her mind.

I played it down of course and said “It does the job for now.”

She threw herself down on the sofa as if she owned the place and was feeling comfortable in my presence. I was beginning to become the shy one. This girl was confident and very forward. You only had to take one look at her to see that!’

What surprised me about her though as she wasn’t a ‘stuck up’ skank’ type. She was a bubbly and nice person, a little insecure at heart I’m sure — like everyone! But you’d never know it from the outside.

I sat down next to her and couldn’t get my eyes off her sexy thighs and red panties, now revealing a visible wet spot! This was too good to be true I kept thinking, as my heartbeat increased, knowing where this was heading. I almost had to pinch myself.

Jessika began saying how she’d love her own space away from her mother because of all of her issues.

Our shoulders were now touching and she was slightly leaning on me the more we talked.

The flesh of her arm against mine felt amazing, and her body warmth and presence made my heart full.

Our thighs and knees were now touching as well as our shoulders, she was wet! And I was hard — although it was difficult to make out, I kept adjusting my pants and she sensed why!

Jessika was using her mom as an excuse to gain my sympathy and keep the conversation flowing as both our minds wandered elsewhere. I took the hint and tapped her thigh twice and said ”it’ll be alright.” She then grabbed my hand next to hers and held it and said “You’re sweet” as I started to run my fingers through hers.

We both stared directly forward pretending to be interested in whatever was on the TV whilst hand in hand.

Both contemplating over what was happening, had happened, and was about to happen.

I noticed her looking at me through the corner of her eye and turned my head slightly, her hair was kind of covering one eye. I took the hair from her face and swept it over her ear and saw her smile; beautiful straight teeth and succulent lips, slightly glossy from her lip balm.

I then put my arm between the couch and squeezed it behind back as I leaned in and kissed her — slowly, as my left hand began tracing her thigh. She started to sigh as our kissing increased.

I began circling her clit with my left hand across her red panties while we continued making out.

I would say I had her in the palm of my hand, however, Escort Ankara I had Jessika wrapped around the tip of my finger! My middle finger! That was circling her clit as I then began to insert it, my finger on the outside of her panties at this point pushing them into her vagina opening as she started to groan and I increased the tempo.

She had her left hand on my cock, rubbing it through my shorts as we sat there making out and masturbating each other.

I then sat up slightly and pushed my basketball shorts down, now my raging erection showing through my briefs, the end of my cock outline visibly wet from pre cum, as were her panties.

“Omg it’s massive,” she said

At that moment, Jessika, the initiator climbed into the doggy style position without any input from me. This bitch liked being fucked doggy! More than the traditional romantic missionary type sex I was expecting, especially since it was our first time.

“I want you to fuck me!” She said

As I pulled her red dress up and rested it on the middle of her back.

Now her red lacy thong was on display, the perfect mixture of perfume and wet pussy in the air was amazing.

I undid two bottoms from my cotton briefs and my cock sprung free. I then began massaging the tip of my cock over her soaked panties, still covering her vagina.

The lace felt amazing alone! I ran my cock up and down her wet slit; as if the lace from her panties were a condom, I began ‘fucking her.’ My knob pressed against her panties as I teased her further!

I wanted more! So I parted her panties and began to push my cock into her. She was tight! It was as if I were pushing my cock a silky elastic band that ran down my shaft before bottoming out in the depths of her plush vagina cavity.

One foot firmly planted on the ground, whilst my right knee was bent on the couch and she was of course, on all fours, as I continued to penetrate her saying;

“This is the best sex I’ve ever had!”

“Ohhhhhhhh!” She moaned followed by “Same!” And began fucking me with her pussy, thrusting her hips back.

I then took control as I held her firmly in place by the hips and started fucking this bitch hard, just as she desired!

“Ohhh fuck!!” She said “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Ohhh fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good!” I responded

“Yeah??” She said gasping heavily by this point

“Yeah! Wrapped around my fucking cock!” I said primitively

“Ohhh!” She moaned as I continued fucking her hard and fast. I couldn’t get over the amazing smell in the air! Her scent was beautiful and there was no way I was pulling out, nature never intended for that! I shot my load deep inside her as I pressed my thumb into her asshole.

It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had! I was mounting her like a proud lion and continued to very slowly push my dick into her long after I’d cum. There were zero regrets in my decision to not pull out of her! I was showing her how I truly felt! My appreciation of her.

She then turned around and kicked her panties to the floor and laid her head on my chest and smiled as she slapped my semi-hard hard cock that was slowly losing hardness.

At the moment we didn’t have to say another word, we just lay there enjoying each other’s company before we started reflecting over the day; how we just met, and how we were far more ‘comfortable’ with each other, as if we’d known each other our entire lives!

Jessika wasn’t the stuck-up kind, but she was sure to make other guys jealous everywhere we went.

I never considered her a whore either. She was just like me and took her opportunity.

She just liked a good fuck and was sick of living in the area. Sick of being ignored and people being afraid of her. I guess she admired me for being the one to take her up on what she had to offer since everyone else was too scared.

As they say: ‘fortune favours the brave!’

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