Truck Guy - Beach Shower

Yeah, listening to that trainload of kangaroo excrement I knew this guy thought he could talk his way to anything. I am a physical guy so I despised guys like Jack, talkers who never seemed to do any work but always seemed to get the credit. Well, I bet I knew something they couldn't talk around: a busted jaw! Which is what he might have if I got a hand on him.

"Don't say those things!!" she said. "Not ANY of them." But he picked up on her response, he heard her tone as saying she did not fully mean it.

He still was not out of roo poop, he had a another load. "Oh come on, you are hot, you know it's true," he said, playing the odds and picking the item he was sure she would not refute. Then he sweetened the load. "What are you, 25 or 26? I have done choice chicks your age. Fine women... please... help save a wretch like me."

(I almost threw up at those sacred words, this living sack of excrement had no limits and no shame.)

It did not work, Erin rejected it all because his essential nature and low desires were obvious.

He also saw it was not working, so he crossed a line. If words would not turn her to him, still she did not run or go crazy, so he figured he had to step it up. He reached out with both of his hands to grab her upper arms. With a firm grip he turned her shoulders, and her body followed. All was revealed for a second.

Seeing that, my heart was pounding like a drum. This was the woman I called my wife, why didn't she release me? I felt like my whole torso was near exploding. I was sure that contact would cross the forbidden line, releasing Erin to run towards me. I mentally prepared myself to charge him; if she was in the corner then so was he. I would start by slamming his body into the wall like in hockey. I could even claim I slipped.

The trouble was, she did not release me. Could he maybe have unlocked something in her with those two comments about how the was "hot" and about her age of "25." I knew those were the types of things she really liked to hear - especially from anybody but me. If he kept feeding her those lines, he might yet see her pussy.

Well, I knew his interest was not in seeing her pussy. That was just a step. If he got her to that point he would have momentum on his side so it might move her a lot farther along to score.

Erin did respond to being moved, right away she shifted her arms to the traditional 'modesty' pose so many naked models and actresses have used, where one hand covered her pussy and the other arm covering both her tits. The move was smooth, like she anticipated what he would do.

He picked up on how the compliments might have worked so he kept saying she was hot. He said how he had "wasted" time with that 20 year old in the hot pink when Erin was a lot nicer. "That girl was a cow, but you are ideal, you MUST have modeled some," he said.

She was facing him when she glanced down at his dick again, this time with a look of pure disgust. He ignored the "disgusted" part and talked about his interesting dick. "It is very friendly, I have never had a complaint nor have any questioned its manners... Oh my goodness, have I been indelicate and assumed... are you by chance still a virgin?" he needled.

Of course he knew she had to deny that strongly, which was what he expected. Her response was to curse him. But what he didn't expect was for Erin to speak WITHOUT moving her hands! We all know how most women cannot talk without their hands, and in fact my wife had a stronger urge than most. But she overcame her female nature. I took it as a good sign. Resisting him? Well, that might take a bit more than she had.

Jack had finally reached the end of his words and got cursed for it, so it was time to change strategies. He wrapped his hand around the wrist of the arm covering her tits. Looking into Erin's eye he drew the wrist down until he rubbed the backs of her fingers along his shaft, his most defenseless point and so the point a woman was least likely to attack. Her eyes were HUGE as she looked at him, we all knew he was taking a risk of her fingernails. I knew she was considering it. But one could also say he was making himself sure of her pacifistic nature.

It is a fact that Erin pets every puppy and kitten she gets close to. Plus, I recognized there was something extra in Jack's dick that was unfamiliar to her: Jack had a very prominent ridge. It was something I was pretty sure she had never seen live before and had never felt. She was curious. So she moved her fingers every so slightly over his dick.

She was so focused on his shaft that Erin had forgotten how her breasts were now uncovered. Jack reminded her with a glance, one nipple was puckered and the other was soft. He smiled at the soft one. Erin reacted to the glance as if he touched her, she snapped her arm back to her chest.

From my end this had gone way too far. Actually, that was a little funny considering how my fantasy had me getting turned on by watching another guy seeing my wife naked and relaxed, telling her with words and body language how beautiful she was. But Jack was slime, disgusting, and that made all the difference. In my heart I so wanted to run in, get her out of there and give Jack a load of pain. But I was frozen by my brain, and my "White Knight" vow. Why did I ever go for that? I was actually short of breath from my internal conflict. Plus, while my mind and heart were in conflict, my cock knew what it wanted, which was that I keep watching and maybe loosen things up a bit down there.

Me and my cock settled for tenting my shorts. 

Jack took hold of Erin's wrist again. He let it stay in place for a moment as Erin resisted. But after a moment she relaxed. "How about we try that again?" he asked, but did not move.

"No. I don't want to," Erin said softly, but Jack did not believe "no means no." He figured a soft "no" was a "yes" in disguise from a good girl. It helped her think she was still "good."

He waited for a count of five. By then he used just a gentle pull, more guiding than anything, and Erin moved her hand down on her own. Again he guided the backs of her fingers along his dick, then he turned her hand and rested her fingers on it. When she moved her hand he sighed and smiled; he thought he had the path to victory.

Erin just stared at what her hand was doing. It was as if she was disconnected from her own hand.

Actually, we have done something like this before. When Erin gets stoned she sometimes thinks her hand was disconnected. That is our signal that she had enjoyed enough smoke and was baked just right for us to get into bed. Once, when we had some really good stuff and she smoked too much, she even asked who's hand it was on my dick, because I was getting stroked and she couldn't see anybody else around. She got the giggles and tried to see if her sister Becca was hiding behind me, using her hand to stroke me. If so, she insisted Becca had to do something for her. What she said next didn't make a whole lot of sense, but it was really funny at the time. Then she had to call Becca on the phone to ask if she was stroking me. The explanation, questions, denials, and additional conversation took quite a while and I was loath to waste Erin's high. So I fucked her and got her off while she was on the phone with Becca; it was the only time that ever happened and it really got both sisters confused when it did. It was kind of nice.

From where I was across the room Jack had a large-looking cock, he was shaved and circumcised plus he was a smaller guy plus he was 110% hard; these all conspired so he looked bigger. His expression looked like he was going to explode from the feel of her hand.

I knew she was stuck in the "disconnected" mindset when she started stroking him a little faster on her own. Her hand trembled as she did so.

Jack wanted to move forward. The next step was pretty clear, he wanted to see her pussy. He tried to reached out and draw her pussy-shielding hand away, but she fought back and held tight. She slowed down stroking his shaft and said "No, not that. I am not going to show that." It threatened to shatter her brittle mood so he gave that up that approach.

It looked like a setback so I hoped it would start things going the other way.

Since muscle did not work Jack went back to words. He pleaded, "Please let me, just for a second. I need to see a pussy."

She replied sharply, "There are enough to see outside."

Jack was also quick. "But yours is so beautiful... it is so much better than the others."

Erin had a very entrenched, long-held, firm opinion on this, and he activated her canned response. "They are all beautiful. They are all ugly. They all work the same. Do not tell me otherwise, because I have seen far more than you have." (Erin is a nurse who has had some very pussy-revealing assignments.)

His aussie accent was seductive and now there was also need in his voice; that need was the next key to open her. They looked in each other's eyes for a moment and connected as people for the first time. I know what he saw in her eyes, she does this half-surrender thing when she will allow stuff. It looks like a full surrender, but it isn't. It means she has drawn another line in her mind where she dig in and stop him there.

I took it as a potential cue that she knew I was there and would call on me when the time was right for her. Whenever that was.

"Please, I need to see it," he said. Again he tried to pull her arm. She held tight for a moment, then let him move her hand, exposing the small bush on her mound and the shaved pussy below. Erin requires a bush, she just does. So she shaves her pussy lips and a small area above the slit, to encourage me to eat her, then trims her bush so she feels like an adult woman. I know she shaved this morning, she did not expect to go naked, but she was thinking of the possible.

(Okay, I confess, I am probably below average in oral service to my wife. I'm impatient, what can I say? In my defense, once it is in I make sure she has a very good time.)

When she let her arm go she also released his dick; both arms dropped to her side. I know he missed that, but he intended to go farther.

The bastard took advantage as soon as she showed her pussy. He looked down and said, "That is so hot, a real pretty one! The best I have seem in a long time." Acting all innocent and in wonder at it, he touched her leg close to the knee. He held his hand still for a bit, then started to move up. Erin's thighs pressed together. Despite being skinny Erin does not have "thigh gap" so he was stopped some distance from the prize.

She spoke quietly, because they had made the person-to-person connection. "No, please no. I don't... I don't want that. Please don't. Please!" But at a conversational volume so there was little conviction evident, as he heard it he might have read her tone as encouragement. She might as well have spoke to the shower pipes, he withdrew all but one finger, but kept going up.

Her legs were not pressed tight together, and her juices - remember how my fingers had gotten things flowing so pleasantly when she was on her belly outside? - well her juices had flowed down to her thighs. He felt how easy it was to slide up to where her legs joined. His extended finger slipped in, along her moist, slippery valley. At the first touch with her pussy lips she gave a sharp intake of breath.

He knew she was close to surrender and kept on it. As his finger stroked along her valley he said, "Babe, allow me touch you there... I can make you feel so good. Doesn't it feel good? I'm begging you. It is so pretty, I want to make you smile." She had to move her legs apart a little for balance. However, she misjudged because he got another finger in. Pent-up juices flowed, he worked his fingers to open the path, spreading her lips. One finger made the slightest contact with her clit every few strokes, she hissed each time. Her head turned to the side, she could not look at him while he opened and pleasured her valley. She did know pleasure. He used the pleasure very carefully, trying not to do too much or too little. She acted like she was paralyzed as he exploited the soft contact.

When she turned to the side she was looking directly at me for a moment. There was some guilt because she was wet, then her eyes dropped. She still did not summon me yet.

I thought that I would be able to move of my own accord, to stop him, but instead I was also caught up in the drama, wondering what would happen next. I could not bring myself to attack.

As he worked in deeper he made more contact. It was very deliberate in how and where he applied himself. He started to pleasure her pussy more at the front, but not directly. When his finger entered her we all knew it, she gave a little cry of pleasure. Well, I knew that she was not hard to arouse once one made contact with her juices. Her eyes again met his, I half expected them to kiss. She was at her weakest point so far.

With careful, co-ordinated movement he got one finger near her clit, a second moving along her valley, and a third working at the entrance to her hole. I did not know he was stretching her opening. In fact he alternated the pleasured touches, always touching near her clit when he stretched her open a little wider, then working the valley. It was not without effect, the guy knew how to work a woman with his fingers. Erin stared upward, she was no longer able to look at him while he touched her. She softly begged him to stop, to leave her alone, but we all knew that as long as Jack's cock was hard he was not going to back off, he was going to move forward. 

Things shifted, her head went back when his motions said he had pushed a finger deeper into her, touching that special spot inside. She again looked in my direction, this time connecting with me. She could see me standing by the entrance, ready and willing to clobber him. I was just a few strides away. Her eyes said she did not want to do this. But while I watched carefully there was still no invitation to intervene.

Was she afraid he was too strong for me? That was silly.

Did she really want it to continue? That seemed unlikely also.

Maybe she thought that what I would do to him was more than she could be responsible for. Yes, that was the way she would think. The little bugger had an erection and if I came he could be hurt in a very bad place. Turn-the-other-cheek was not an empty phrase to Erin; she abhorred violence enough that she would have a hard time with that happening to a guy who, really, was not hurting her in a strict sense. Quite the opposite. Before the next change came, I almost saw her plead to me to MAKE her stop.

But of course, as we both knew, that was exactly what I had vowed not to do.

As I said, the guy was obviously good with his hands pleasuring a lady, and advancing her pleasure quickly. My thought was, "the bastard's mother taught him well."

His fingers had mapped out just the right touch at just the right spots, now they exploited them simultaneously. Erin broke eye contact with me when he had her wound up enough, stimulated her and finger-fucked her to the start of a climax.

When she realized how close she was her voice became panicked and amazed and aroused and most of all scared because of what he was doing to her self-image and to her values by overwhelming her body and turning it against her. "Oh! What are you doing to me! You... don't, please. Your front finger, please don't... not like that... oh no, in back don't speed up... Oh PLEASE! You are making me... I don't want to be easy... I can't... I'm not that way... Don't... ohhhHHHH! You are getting me off! I'm going to CUMMMMM!"

Erin's climax really was a beautiful thing to watch.

Well, that was one way to get a cock into a woman's pussy... he was in no mood to stop what he was doing, he was in fact very intent on making her cum again, adding an insurance cum then and there, on his hand. He knew what would come next, if she was fair-minded it would help him by letting him fuck her. He was good, he had a light touch and he was pleasing her pussy well enough.

Her second climax came quickly - he had her clit and g-spot targeted and locked in. It was not a big cum, she fought it and almost kept it hidden. But it was inevitable. We all saw it happen.

Through all this Jack was not the only one with a hand in the game. At some point Erin's hand went back to stroking his cock. Where she had just stroked the shaft before, now her fingers showed some interest in the ridge around his cockhead. That was new to her - I was uncut and didn't have anything like the oversized crown ridge he had. Obviously, with her hand where it was, if she was really desperate for him to stop, her fingernails could hurt him, putting him on the ground very easily. But she never did, that type of thing was not in her.

Instead she had used his pleasure against him, he just didn't know it yet.

After getting Erin off with his hand it was pretty obvious what he thought came next. In his little mind he had pleased her, now she owed him the same.

He spun Erin so she was facing the wall. He clearly intended to bend her over and fuck her from behind, but there was nothing for her to hold on to and their heights were wrong, he couldn't get his slimy fucker in no matter what. He looked around, the changing benches were no help, they were narrow, fixed in place against the wall, and too low to do any good. Neither one of them was going to the filthy, abrasive non-slip concrete floor near the showers. Finally he looked at the sinks, located on the same wall as the entrance. Where I was. It did not take a genius to figure out his next play.

He moved her towards a corner sink on my left. There was no great force, his hand just rested on her lower back to guide her the length of the room. Her walk showed resignation, defeat. She was not willing, but she was not going to struggle. Nor, despite what was happening, was she going to release me. I'm guessing here, but I would say she felt a little like she did owe him something for getting her off.

They could both see me plain as day, I was now in the center of the entrance, standing with arms crossed. I guess the cocky bastard saw the position and figured I was doing him a favor blocking the entrance so nobody else came. A guy like him would be sure I wanted to watch his mastery before I took leftovers. I could see all this in his gloating eyes and cocky walk.

He had sense enough to keep his mouth shut, and he did not walk directly towards me but towards a spot down the wall. I am guessing he didn't want to temp me into disputing first crack with his prize.

He steered her to the sink on my far left where he positioned her bending forward. He got in position behind her. She was still too tall for him to get his cock up into her. He moved her back a smidge, spread her stance and got her weight onto to edge of the sink until things lined up better.

That was when she spoke again. This time she was quiet, almost crying softly as she implored him to stop. "Please, don't do this. You have... well, you have seen me and touched me. That was what you said you wanted. Why do you have to... why do this? Please stop. Don't..."

She shut up when his dick made contact with her body. He was closer so I saw him better, his cock was shorter than mine, and his shaft was thinner. The only way he had me beat (if you can call it that) was with that big fucking ridge he had around around his cockhead. My thought was that no woman or man would willingly that allow pain-in-the-butt in for anal sex. I'm also guessing his fingers took that ridge into account when he worked his fingers in a woman, he would have to stretch her because otherwise the head couldn't get in. Erin later confirmed that thought, he was very good at stretching her opening.