Life Escape Pt. 02

Good job, Deb. Why don't you tell him your first period story, too.

"...Ridiculously young?" John repeated after a moment. "Come on, at least I gave you, 'hot cougar,' you could at least give me something better... young stud muffin?"

I look up from my hand smiling. In the moonlight I can see the corner of his grin as he hugs me and I laugh into his chest some. In the sobering moment, my mind circles Ashley, my kid sister, like a shark. I feel the rage and angst in the back of my throat as the memories from tonight's earlier dinner rise from the settled dust.

I should feel happy, I know I should. She did nothing wrong. Besides fucking getting married. And yet, every bit of me is wishing for everything to go terribly wrong. Would it be so bad if Mom died, right now? Would anyone besides Ashley even care if I died right now?

I sniff and realize my eyes are tearing and dripping into John's shirt as he holds me. He lets go to look to see if I'm alright and I dab my eyes. "Ugh... Like ten minutes ago, I didn't give a shit about anything," I say trying to stop the tears before they start.

"Sorry I ruined it with all my talking," John said rubbing my back.

"Heh, it's okay."

"Think we'll be able to get it back?"

"Haha, I doubt it," I laugh still trying to dry my eyes. "Hard to come back from my crying spells. I'm going to use the restroom real quick, okay?"

"Sure," he says as I walk off. "Let me know if you need my inhaler!" He mocks.

I focus on breathing as I go inside, trying to keep from going into full blown cry mode. I walk into the empty women's room and wash my hands. Sniffling and wiping the corners of my eyes, I focus on my reality.

I can't run away. You know how this all ends anyways. You going back home, going to church in the morning, and getting up for work on Monday.

I sigh, wanting to cry more, now, facing the reality. I look at my watch and see how late it is and try to remember the last time I was out of the house this late.

I made my life what it is today, I just need to accept it. I've got more than most, why can't I just be happy with what I've got?

I stare in the mirror and let out a deep sigh, again, realizing it's time to give up this foolish escape. My family would expect me in church in the morning and that was only hours away. I hear the door open and see John in the mirror. I turn and he looks at the empty stalls then to me.

"John, what-" I start. He drops his backpack to the floor and walks towards me. His hands hold on either side of my hips as his lips meet mine. My head retreats in shock, but I feel his hands travel up my ribs. His right sliding down and into my shirt, I feel his warm palm rub up the small of my back. I move forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him, my tongue rolling around his as I taste his lips and feel his hard shoulders flex as he pulls me to him.

My right hand raking through his hair as my left cups his cheek and I kiss him wildly, running my tongue along his lower lip. His hand finds the latch on my bra as I feel it go loose and my mature tits hang free in my blouse. I breathe into John as I feel his left hand travel up my front, rubbing up my chest. He circles my right breast through my shirt and I feel my plump tit lift and my nipple harden as he squeezes on it, massaging me. My hands moves to the buttons on my blouse just as his do. In a straining, fast motion my shirt bursts open and my bra falls between us.

His hard palms rub up my chubby love handles as he cups under my sensitive breasts, lifting and mashing them together. He breaks the kiss, stealing a stern look in my eyes before lowering. I look down and see this boy's lips wrap around my right nipple and feel my pussy stir, again. His young face almost disappears under my breast as he licks and sucks at the sensitive skin below my nipple. His tongue licking up my hard nipple circling it before his lips wrap around it sucking on my mature fucking nipple so hard I groan. My right hand unconsciously grabbing the back of his head and holding his lips on my nipple as he bites and sucks on my pink nipple.

His right hand slides up my inner thigh warming and sending a shiver down my spine. He pulls down my still wet panties to the floor as he switches nipples, I allow him. Feeding my left nipple to him and holding his mouth there as his hot, wet, tongue vibrates on my nipple, flicking it up and down. My toes curl, "Mmmyessss," I gasp.

His left hand rubs my other nipple, pulling and twisting on it as he sucks my plump breast dry. I feel his right fingers sliiide between my wet pussy lips. By now they are raw and exhausted from having been fucked so hard, but still they react. Soaking John's fingers as he teases gentle circles from my bulging clit to my anus and back. Over and over.

I grab his shirt and pull him to his feet. His hand stays on my clit. His fingers making hard and small circles on my clit as I start to heave, groaning as I feel my thighs tremble. My fat ass resting on the long bathroom sink.

"Yes-" My voice squeals as I kiss him. My eye brows high as I moan into his kiss. His fingers grinding faster on my clit. My hands move to his belt as he bends over to taste my pink nipple. Viciously, I rip it open, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock from it. I hear the juices on my pussy lips flick back and forth as he circles my clit so fast- my arm wraps around his tall shoulders to hold myself up as I lose myself.

"You're gonna-" I gasp for air. Unable to think. "I'm gunna- fuc- don't..." my thighs jittering as I shake uncontrollably. My tits bouncing against his clean cut face.

Holy fuck, yes!

He spanks my dripping pussy and clit several times fast and I explode, "Ohmygod!" My nails digging into his shoulder, my pussy gushing on his hand. I feel his teeth lock down on my nipple. His drenched fingers grind faster on my clit as I fall back on the sink exploding. "Yesyesyesyes yes!!" My voice echoing in the bathroom as I drip a mess on the floor.

I open my eyes having not known that I closed them and see John taking off his shirt. His upper body is as hard as his cock that rubs against my inner thigh. My hand rubs over the hairs on his chest as I feel the curve of his pecs. I follow my eyes down and see his hand stroking his cock as he stares at me. Sweaty, panting, and my shirt hanging open, my nipples point up towards him as my fat tits hang to the side. He grabs my ass lifting me onto the edge of the countertop.

With my pale thick thighs spread wide, he rests his shaft down on my drenched pussy lips. I look down holding my breath as I feel his hard veiny cock grind between my lips upppp and downnn.

"Oohhh," I moan. I watch his thick head disappear inside my pussy. "Oh my god, baby, yes, yes... do it for me..." I feel him burry deep inside me as his bare hard cock fucks me, his balls pressing into me. My head resting on the dirty, stained mirror, he pulls out and thrusts back in as he humps me. "Fuck me, fuck me," I look him in the eyes as his face hovers inches above mine.

His thick cock spreading my pink, aching lips with every thrust down into me. My hands grab ahold of his arm and back as I feel his muscles flex and spasm he fucks my brains out, penetrating me deeper.

"Shit-oh shit..." I groan as the soreness of my old pussy mixes with the ecstasy as he prods my g-spot again and again, "Oh! Fucking shit, baby, yesssss..." I growl as he kisses me.

He stands tall getting a better angle on me as his hands hold under my knees lifting my knees into the air. The pressure from his thrust is too much for me to bear as he holds me down on the sink. Fucking my juicy cunt. "Ohhh ahhh fuckk ohhh godddd!" My tits bouncing up and down with every hard thrust. My full breasts clapping together as they jiggle. I see him staring at them and feel him flex harder inside me.

His right hand grabbing my left tit squeezing it as he fucks me. I feel my old pussy drowning his cock. "Mmm, mmm, Mmm!" I groan. "Oh my god, I'm so close, I- I- Oh my god!"

"Oh my god!" Another voice came from the door way.

John stopped thrusting. His thick cock buried balls deep into my old pussy. We both look and see an older woman and an old man, clutching her at her side. The poor old woman covers her mouth in shock. The moment passes in silence, each party wait for the other to make the first move. The old man with the fanny pack goes for it.

"Come on, Janet, let's get out of here," he says turning her around like cattle. As they leave the room he turns back with a spiteful look in his eyes. "You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

As soon as the door closes John exhales, looking to me with a smile of relief. He falls onto my chest laughing some as he cups my cheek.

"That's another first," I laugh shaking my head.

"Yeah," he says, "I think I could've done without that one."

I giggle like a little girl, "I don't know, it kind of made it more exciting." I wink at him as I pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me deeply and instantly my hips start to move on his cock.

He pulls back, "maybe we shouldn't."

I wrap my legs around him sitting up, "come on..." I kiss him again, harder. Moaning into him with my eyes closed, I feel his soft cock grow instantly inside me. He slowly starts penetrating me and I feel my pussy grip onto him as he tongues the roof of my mouth.

He breaks the kiss, again. Shaking his thoughts clear. "Later," he smiles. "A different place, anywhere." He winks at me, "you can finish what I started." He pulls out of me and I growl in protest, needing him inside me now. He slowly dresses, pulling on his pants and shirt with heavy distractions from me. I attack him like a horny 18 year old girl. Kissing him hard against the wall while he puts on his shirt. Stroking his fat cock as he pulls on his pants. He groans at my touch, batting me off like a fly, laughing.

I button my shirt as we stumble out of the bathroom. "Oh my god," I laugh putting my hand on John's arm. "I lost like three buttons." John looks down at my shirt and sees my tits bursting out of my shirt.

"Maybe you shouldn't have gone in beast mode when you ripped your shirt off," John toys with a smile. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder.

"Umm... fuck you," I push his arm making him laugh. "I'm almost positive you were the one in 'beast mode.'" We walk outside laughing as I hang on his arm. I see a motor home parked near my SUV with the woman from the bathroom standing out front. She was speaking to a Tennessee Highway Patrolman through the window. I watch her finger point towards the building as she speaks and start to feel the panic of life rise in my throat, again. I instinctually pull John's arm as I hide behind a welcome sign. John is froze. His eyes glossing over.

"Fuck," John says to himself. "Fuck... Fuck!" I see his panic rising faster than mine. I forget that the police are looking for him. That unlike me, he has people actively looking to drag him back into whatever drama caused him to run.

"It's okay," I say. I put a hand on his chest.

"Fuck," he says with fear and anger in his voice. He holds his head with both hands. "Fuck. It's not- I can't. I'm not going back."

I look behind us and see another police car pull up at the front entrance. I feel John tense as he starts to back away. Like a child running from danger.

I grab his hand and pull, "Come on," I whisper. We run around the nearest tractor trailer, sticking to the shadows. We sprint across the open parking lot and beeline for the woods. Running through the long grass, I hear the cracking of tires on gravel come closer. I glance behind and see the police car stop behind us. John grips his backpack with one hand and guides me with the other as we go deeper into the dark woods. Together.