Crack Filler

I was working in the parking lot of the mall, doing my thing. The whistle of the pin finder I was using was carried on the breeze as I neared the local gym in the mall.

Suddenly a melodic voice behind me asked, “Looking for treasure?”

I turned around, and there she stood. Shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a pretty smile. She was wearing a low-cut shirt, a light jacket, and tight exercise pants. Her camel tie was winking at me, and I had trouble keeping my eyes trained on hers and not her crotch. I tried not to stare at her nipples protruding from her shirt. Gorgeous! Treasure indeed…

I laughed and responded, “If I could find treasure with this thing, I would be retired by now.”

She laughed and smiled and turned to head into the gym to work out, I assumed. I watched her go in and tried to follow her with my eyes as she disappeared behind the dark-tinted windows. My dick was on the rise after that encounter! I was so aroused that I went to the porta-potty on site and stroked one out, imagining it was her hand and not mine. I blew my load of goo into some toilet paper and tossed it in the shitter.

As our crew worked in the parking lot over the next few weeks, I would see her pull up every second day at the gym to work out. She always wore tight workout pants. Sometimes I pretended not to notice her but was staring big time from behind my darkened safety glasses. Once and awhile, we’d wave to each other, too, but we didn’t speak to each other until nearly 3 weeks later. 

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Angela got home after her workout and parked in the underground parking lot of her building. She had thought about the cute guy on the construction crew at the mall as she worked out. She only wished she could have seen his eyes. She had a hard time not staring at the bulge in his jeans. “Eyes above board, Angie” she told herself.

She stripped down to her underwear after the apartment door closed behind her. She was all sweaty from her workout but preferred to shower at home for sanitary reasons. The other chicks at the gym checking her body out. She didn't mind that. It made her wet thinking about it. 

She walked into the bathroom and removed her bra. In the mirror, she examined her nipples, and they came to attention, thinking about the construction boy. The examination of the nipples turned into her playing with them. She imagined a construction boy’s hands, mouth, and tongue playing with them. She saw the wet spot blooming on her navy blue panties. It’d been awhile since she’d had cock near her vajayjay with her boyfriend out of town. 

She was definitely horny. Angela turned on the water in the shower and stepped in under the deluge. It was warm and inviting as she lathered up her body with body wash. Before she knew it, her fingers were rubbing her pink button. She leaned against the tiles in the shower as she came, the warm water intensifying her orgasm. She imagined the construction boy taking her in every position possible. 

Angela finished up in the shower and got dressed. She spent the rest of her afternoon cleaning her apartment and thinking about construction boy. 

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I sent the crew home early on Wednesday because the forecast called for heavy thunder showers in the morning. I decided to stick around on site and do some paperwork in my vehicle. Peace and quiet without being disturbed. I went to hunt down some lunch and came back to eat. I saw the gorgeous brown haired woman going to work out. Twinge time again! 

An hour later, I was packing up my laptop and work notes. I went to the back of my SUV to make sure some gear was stored properly. As I was doing my thing, I noticed the hot workout woman leaving the gym. She had to park in the next lot over because the one I was in was barricaded off for construction. 

As she walked to her car, the skies opened, and it started to rain. It was a torrential downpour, and she was caught halfway between her vehicle and the gym. She stopped walking, trying to decide which way to go. I hesitated for a second and yelled to her, “Over here!”

She came running over and took shelter under the hatch of my SUV.

“Oh my God,” she said, thoroughly drenched.

“Yeah, it really started coming down,” I said, looking at her and her wet shirt, her nipples protruding from her shirt. I was staring again.

“Thank you so much,” she said, shivering. 

All of her clothes were soaked, including her workout pants. She was even more beautiful when she was soaked. For some reason, I reached up and brushed her hair out of her face.

She looked at me and blushed. “Thank you,” she said, looking down. Was she checking me out?

“I…you are welcome,” I managed. “My name is Richard.”

“Angela,” she replied, offering her hand. 

I took it, and it was freezing cold, so I held onto it to warm it up. She didn’t pull away, but she did act a little awkward. And she looked down at my groin area. In an unexplainable moment, I leaned in and kissed her softly. Her lips were cold, too, but again, she didn’t pull away. Soon, the cold was replaced by warmth as we remained lip-locked.

When I finally stepped back, she was blushing but looking at me boldly. I leaned in for another kiss, but this time her head tilted sideways and her tongue pressed into my mouth. A pleasant surprise. My hand went to her back and under her shirt to pull her close. She didn’t need the encouragement, though. Her wet body and pert nipples pressed in against me. 

I played with her tits under her shirt as we kissed, and her hands travelled south and found my semi-hard dick. With her encouragement, she had me completely stiff. “I live 5 minutes from here,” she whispered to me. 

“Hop in,” I said. She went to jump in the front seat. Both our doors closed at the same time, but the vehicle didn’t make it into gear. We were kissing, with her rubbing my hard-on and me fondling her tits.

Without a word, she unzipped my jeans and found my cock through my underwear. She undid the button and pulled out my dick. She kissed me one more time before her head went down to my lap. I tilted the steering wheel up and pushed my seat back as far as it would go to give her room. 

She roughly pulled my shorts down, then gently kissed my tip and swirled her tongue around the head. Her saliva ran down my shaft, and she started to stroke me while French kissing the head and playing with the tip of my foreskin using her lips and tongue. It felt amazing. Angela was talented. 

She went for long, slow licks from top to bottom, then teased some more with her tongue on the head. Then she started deepthroating me, licking the base of my cock with her tongue while I was deep inside her mouth. She was constantly moaning and giving me lustful looks. She knew when I was close to cumming by the way I was moving, so she backed off a few times to keep me on the edge.

She kept touching my stomach and chest with one hand, looking at me, and playing with the balls. Then, after a few minutes, she slowed down a lot, used her hand with her mouth, and just kept a steady pace. She kept going slowly and moaned lightly with every stroke. Her velvet tongue and lips were magical.

When I finally came, she gripped me hard, sucked me gently while I was cumming, and played with the head with her tongue a bit until I just exploded in her mouth. I could see her gulping as I shot spurt after spurt of cum down her throat, so much so that it leaked from the corners of her mouth. 

She kept on sucking me gently and stroking me slowly. Eventually, she cleaned the cum off my shaft and licked the cum off her hand. She looked at me as her tongue swirled around my head. Angela smiled when all I could manage was an, “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck.”

I pulled up my underwear and jeans, tucking my spent cock back into my pants. She was wiping her hand on her shirt when I asked her where she lived. Within minutes, I was parking at her apartment building. 

We said nothing as we walked, but once in the elevator, I had her against the wall as I dropped to my knees. I lifted her shirt and pulled down the top of her pants, kissing her just above her furry snatch. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Once in her apartment, we started undressing each other and kissing furiously. I was completely naked, and she was taking her sports bra off. I grabbed her hands and pushed her arms out wide, leaning in to French her again. My now stiff cock rested in her crotch against her panties as I tongueed her nipples.

“Wait,” she said as I pulled down her sticky panties. I wanted to taste her so bad. 

“Okay,” I replied as she lifted me to my feet. She led me to the bathroom, where she had me sit on the toilet seat. She knelt down, kissed my foreskin again, and licked my tip. She opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out a leg razor and a bottle of lotion.

Angela sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs wide. “I want you to shave my pussy,” she said, handing me the razor while she rubbed the lotion onto her cunt. I kissed her as I kneeled before her and started to shave her bush. I could see her pussy nectar leaking out of her slit. I worked slowly with the razor, and Angela rinsed it periodically in the sink for me.

When I got close to her, I let her take over. I didn’t want accidents in that area. She got the rest of her forest cut down and felt around for stubble but found none. Her peach was gorgeous when shaved. A perfect mound with her crescent moon slit. She rinsed the lotion off in the shower, dried herself off and led me to her bedroom.

We stood beside the bed, and she dribbled some saliva onto her palm and started to stroke me as we kissed. I could still taste my saltiness in her kiss. I pushed her up against the wall and rubbed the side of her freshly mown valley. She opened her legs wide for me as an invitation. I rubbed the little red bumps from the razor burn. I watched her face as I explored her. She closed her eyes as I kissed her neck and nipples.

Dropping to my knees, I put her left leg over my right shoulder. Her wet, sideways smile was on my face, and her scent filled my nostrils. Angela leaned against the wall as I explored her thighs with my mouth. She rubbed the back of my head as my kisses explored her. She gasped and moaned quietly when my tongue split her ripe peach and her nectar flowed. 

My tongue flicked up and down over her pink cuntsicle and when I pushed two fingers into her, I found her sweet spot. Angela squirmed and gyrated her hips as I finger-fucked her and tongued her, bringing her to orgasm. Her whole body quivered up against the wall as she came. She came so hard and loudly that she bumped into her dressing table beside her and knocked half the stuff off and the other half over. 

I stood up and kissed her deeply, the taste of our essences mingling in our long, wet kiss. Angela looked at her dressing table and pushed the rest of her stuff off it. She sat on the edge and looked at me as she lay back. Grabbing her feet, I pushed her legs wide open. Her freshly orgasmed slit pooled with her naughty nectar. 

I rubbed my cock against her peach before I pushed inside her, halfway. She looked me in the eyes when I pushed all the way into her warm, wet, small world. Her slippery walls gripped me. I slid almost all the way out of her slowly, then back in all the way to the balls. I fucked here slowly for two, maybe three minutes, until she came.

She held on to the edge of the dressing table when she came. The screams of pleasure echoed in the room. I sped up and slipped in and out of her with my cunt stabber. My balls were wet with her honey from her squirting snapper. My breathing got heavier, and my moans got louder as I got closer to cumming.

She saw I was about to explode when she stopped me in mid-stroke and said, “I want you to cum in my ass.” She looked down at the drawers of the dressing table, and she pulled out a bottle of lube from one of the drawers, handing it to me. I was so close to blowing my load, but I pulled out of her and opened the bottle of lube.

I squirted some on her taint and some on my finger. Inserting into her brown world slowly, I work the lube into her with my index finger before squirting lube onto my shaft and rubbing it all over. I press my tip to her brown and slowly inch into her. 

She gasps and says, “You’re bigger than my boyfriend.”

Boyfriend? That thought is lost as I sink all the way in effortlessly. Her stink is stretched tight as I fuck her ass. She holds onto her legs at the knees. Angela’s eyes are closed, but her whimpers are loud. So tight as I expand her small world with every thrust. I am covered in sweat as I repeatedly bury my treasure.

I watch my slick cock slip in and out of her stretched asshole. Shiny with lube as Angela starts to play with herself. She was rubbing her bald pussy with fury as I continued to bang her ass. I admired her enthusiasm as her rusty bullet hoke gripped me in a tight clench. With more loud screams and wails, Angela came hard. Her body was shaking and writhing on the dressing table. What a sight. 

A minute later, I can feel the explosion building at the base of my shaft. That slight tickle as I start to cum. With a few frenzied thrusts, I explode inside her. I feel her sweet heat as my cum squirts inside her. She looks at me as she holds my ass cheeks to keep me inside her. My groans are as deep as my cock is buried. 

When I am done, Angela lets go of my ass. My cock is throbbing inside her. Slowly, I pull out of her, my dick shiny with lube and cum. Her starfish is shiny with lube and jizz as I leak out of her. I press in and grab her sweaty tits. Angela lays there, panting and satisfied.

“Fucking amazing,” she says. She grabs my deflating dick and starts stroking me. After a minute of pumping, she says to me, “Into the shower.”

I help her off the dressing table, and she leads me back into the bathroom, kissing while the shower spurts out water. 

Angela has a smile on her face as she pushes me in under the water. She reaches for a bottle of body wash and squirts a generous blob into her hand. She grabs hold of my cock, rubbing the body wash all over it, stroking, and cleaning it. Her other hand lathers up my balls. After a minute or so, my junk is squeaky clean, and my cock was rock hard again.

Without a word, Angela goes to her knees, my erection in her face, and French kisses my tip, tonguing the split in my mushroom. She sucks on me for a few minutes before standing. She takes hold of the shower head, releasing it from its resting place, and cleans both her holes thoroughly.

She leans against the tiles in the shower, slightly bent over, and turns her head to look at me. “Pick a hole,” she says, smiling.

It was going to be a great afternoon, I thought, as I pushed inside her tight, pink slit again and started to pound her from behind. The sound of our bodies colliding under the spray of the shower as I held her by her tits, accompanied by the sound of her moans as I fucked her again, was satisfying.