Terrie knew the instant she was going into the city that she wanted to do something wild and different. However, she didn’t expect to do what she did.
It was a warm, breezy, Friday afternoon, in the spring. She was only in town for the weekend, from Rockland County, and wanted to make the most of it. She set a date to join a couple of family members for lunch in Manhattan that day. On her way to meet them she noticed some posters stapled to several lamp poles along the sidewalk, advertising male dancers and strippers. She quietly thought to herself, maybe I should check them out (or not).
They sat outside, at a café, on W.10th Street having lunch, catching up on family gossip and listening to people talking and laughing, as they passed by --- watching couples embraced, sneaking kisses, enjoying the beautiful day, as they walked to their destinations. When the evening rolled around, she decided to go sight seeing in the village, alone --- and to her surprise she stumbled upon that male strip club, in Soho.
It so happens to be the club that was posted on the lamp poles around town. Part of her didn’t want to stop. She just wanted to keep walking, but her curiosity led her back and she discretely walked in, paid the admission and found a seat at a small table in the back. There were many small tables, beautifully dressed with tea light candles and small ashtrays---and padded stools along the stage area. Within a half an hour all the tables and stools were occupied with a diverse group of women from all over. The place was smoky and dimly lit. The atmosphere was perfect. (Women from Rockland spoke of such places and she had to see for herself if they were true).
More then a few strippers, she supposed, were going to perform that night, showing off their talents and firm bodies. As the announcer came on stage, ready to introduce the men, women began to scream and carry on. It was as if they knew who was going to perform ‘cause they were calling out “ bring out the doctor; come on, I want to see the cop, bring on the salesman”--- and in that second the DJ pumped up the music, the lights went out and the show began.
Terrie just sat back, blushing, feeling red in the face, observing, and enjoying everything that was going on around and in front of her --- screaming on the inside. While everyone else was loud, she stayed silent and excited, until one of the strippers (the salesman) came out performing his act to a song she liked called ‘Sex You Up’--- that’s when she broke her silence and expressed her excitement like the others, blaring and carrying on.
This was her first time alone, at a male strip club and she didn’t know exactly what to expect. She over heard the women there, reveal how these dancers really stripped down, naked and how they would single out a couple of willing participants to perform sexual acts with them on stage, so she was secretly looking forward to seeing that.
She enjoys voyeurism, and to actually see someone getting fucked on stage, or witnessing a dancer getting a blowjob, would have been the ultimate trigger, so she thought. After hours of watching these men exposing themselves, and having sexual acts performed on them, only made her want to do the same thing.
Unknowingly, they had unleashed the freak, the freak she didn’t realize existed in her.
When she left the club, she walked away with a desire to do something wild. ‘Its ironic, how our minds and bodies are conditioned to react in such lengths of wanting.’
Terrie was feeling extremely horny, as her appetite grew. She became hungry for dick. As she slowly walked towards the train, enjoying the night air, from the west side, where small rectangular blocks of stone, still paved the streets--- she could hear blowjobs being given and moaning sounds of satisfaction coming from between the trailer trucks. She deliberately walked along these small streets to catch some action and hear pleasure in the wind. As she kept walking she saw a shadow in the distance, of a couple, leaned up against the brick building, masturbating one another as if they were in their own private world.
The more she saw and heard, the wetter she became, and the greater the tickle felt inside her pussy. In fact she took her hand, slid it up her dress and began to play with herself as she walked--- she rubbed her clit and pushed her fingers, deep into her wetness. She could not stop herself from licking the nectar that surrounded her shiny, sticky finger. It felt warm and tasted sweet like honey. ‘Uh, the gratification as she felt the tingle inside her pussy, and the tightness in her stomach, as she allowed herself to reach that point of ecstatic pleasure.’
‘Be aware that the freak, inside Terrie, had awakened and there was no stopping her now… She was definitely on a mission to give someone a blowjob.
The night was young and she wasn’t herself. Her dark spirit had definitely taken over her every thought, feeling, and action as the night continued.
When she reached the station, the offensive smell, as she walked down to the platform, of urine made her nauseous, but that did not stop her. As she walked away from the smell she noticed a distinct looking man standing away from the people, at the other end of the platform.
Dressed in a dark suit, a black shirt and tie, wearing expensive Italian shoes, he appeared dramatically mysterious and hot, an impression enhanced by his slender body, light skinned complexion, and 5’0 clock shadow, holding a briefcase. It seemed as if he worked late at the office and was on his way home.
‘ The closer she got, the more she knew he was the one that would get that blowjob.’
The train pulled in and they both walked into the same car and sat just a couple of feet away from each other. The car was dim and she thought to herself, this is perfect. She looked around to see how many people were in that car, when she noticed a couple at the other end, asleep on each other’s shoulders. As the doors close and the train pulls away, she stares in his direction, admiring the view.
Slouched in his seat, with his legs stretched out one over the other, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt simply made him seem even more attractive. His expression was that of a tired, hard, working man. Who knows maybe he was out with some friend’s at an after hour club and not working late at all. None-the-less, he was the one.
It was evident that he noticed Terrie from a distance, as she sat across from him, with one leg crossed over the other. He seemed hesitant to look her way but when he did, she tilted her head, gave him a wink, smiled and he grinned. As she continued to glance in his direction, he lifted his head and they stayed staring, inviting, talking to each other with their eyes and they smiled. Consequently, he walked over and sat next to her, not many words were spoken, she didn’t even know his name nor did she care to. It was all happening so fast that she had to make her move. How strange and exciting this was.
The train was running express that night, however, for some reason it was stalled in between stations.
He made a comment, as he admired her dark red lips, about wanting to get home, but didn’t mind the delay because there was a beautiful sexy woman sitting next to him.
In that instant he stood up and she noticed the bulge through his pants. ‘Mmmm,’ she thought to herself, as he stretched his arms above his head, in front of her. She sighed again, and bit her bottom lip. She could not take her eyes away from it.
As he unzipped his pants to tuck in his shirt she noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. She could see his pubic hairs, trimmed and neat with his dick bent over to the side. As she craved to give him a blowjob her mouth began to exude saliva, and her pussy was over heating with desire as she envisioned her mouth around his ever so hard cock.
She was so in her head and thought to herself “fuck it, its now or never”. As he continued to tuck in his shirt, she grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close to her. He attempted to say something but she took her finger and put it up to his lips and said “shhhh” and nodded her head side to side. While his zipper was still down, she wedged both her hands in his pants, grabbing his soft cheeks & sliding his pants down to his knees. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to kiss and lick upward towards his hairless chest and pierced nipples. As she licked her way down the middle of his torso, around his naval and further down, she gently grabbed his balls with one hand and began rubbing his dick with the other, hard and tight. He definitely was stunned and aroused at the same time.
She was hornier then ever from the beginning, and the feeling of getting caught was stimulating and arousing her to the level where it didn’t matter if they were being watched by some perverted soul from across the platform or the other car. They just felt like they were alone in that moment, and they were about to do this forbidden sexual act on the train.
He couldn’t believe what was about to take place--- it was happening so fast, he couldn’t stop her. ‘Hell, why would he want to? He was about to get the fucking blowjob of his life.’
She got down on my knees and slowly began to stroke his cock, firmly gripping it, up and down, squeezing it around the base of the head and back down again. In that moment, she opened her mouth slightly, and began to tickle the tip of his dick and around the head using her tongue. Again she opened her mouth, wider, and started to suck the whole cock, deep throat, vigorously in and out, up and down, sucking and nibbling the stalk, and around the back of the head, licking and sucking, pumping and stroking, harder and tighter.
The thrill, the sound, and his moaning, as she sucked, had her so aroused and excited that she was at the peak of an orgasm too.
The more she sucked, the crazier he got with excitement and the harder his cock felt, the tighter his balls became. He had a grip on her head pumping it, pulling her hair, as he was about to let loose and release hot, sticky, semen all over her mouth. As the blood rose to the head of his dick, she was feeling the throbbing, pulsating reaction, as it was about to let loose. The fatter it got in her mouth, the faster and harder she sucked until…. he could no longer hold back… squirting, uncontrollably, all over her mouth and hair … “Damn, who are you, he asked?” with this puzzled look on his face.
She just smiled and looked at him, timidly, as she wiped her mouth and hair on his shirt and said “ Thanks” and kissed him on the lips --- and in that moment, the train began to move --- as it reached the station, they got off, took a deep breath, glanced at each other, smiled and went their separate ways.