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BIKING SHORTS
   It was with difficulty that he stood up.  His prick was stiff and
cramped in his shorts.  Marque always had to keep it aimed down, just in
case something like this happened, because if it was pointed up, it would
pop up out over his belt.
   Marque thought its had been too long since he had even been on a date,
much less been intimate.  Strange isn't it.  He is a good looking man, tall
and well equipped.  However, he'd been too busy with work.
   That happened to him one time in a restaurant.  He'd been out biking and
was sitting in a corner table reading a porn novel when a woman approached
him and said, "Hello, I see, you're the stranger I've seen biking through
the village several times." She had a slightly nervous look, Marque
noticed, but she didn't turn around and run away screaming.
   Anyone who knew him, Marque, could tell he was in deep thought.  He sat
there in silence in a corner table, reading.  Liz was looking inside
through the window.  The stranger that had visited her book store was
there, evidently reading one of the many porn novels he had bought from
her.
   She felt pity for him.  This was a new man in town, a good looking and
sporty fellow, but what on earth made him to buy porn, get up to his room
and jerk his cock.  Poor lonely guy, she thought.
   Minutes later she was standing in front of his table and stretching out
her hand.  The biker didn't have any time to make necessary arrangements.
The porn novel he'd been reading was pretty hot and his cock was standing
up against his belly.
   He watched at her with a flushed and excited look on his face, rose up
rather slowly from his chair and the cock was moving out of the shorts,
high up, and was clearly visible.  Her eyes registered every little move.
   Marque standing there, up behind the table, the cock head fully visible.
He reached out his hand to say hello, and she holding it for a longer than
expected, keeping the book in his other hand.  Marque didn't want to show
her, had been reading porn in the corner of the restaurant.  She looked
confident, two inches of thick cock meat was there for her to admire.
   Her big brown eyes were focused on the gleaming pre-cuming cock head. 
It wasn't intentional; it was one of those accidents that may turn out into
an opportunity.
   Marque underestimated the appearing length a little because there were
several gasps from her side when he stood in front of her.  It was a good
two inches out in the open.
   It wasn't easy for Marque to keep going as if nothing was the
matter.However, she was getting a pretty good idea about what was still
there inside.  The extension, the shaft the root, the balls, still hidden.
She looked at him with wide eyes and mouth open
   It wasn't intentional, on his part at least, but the edge of his shorts
just kind of slipped out of the way, when he rose from the seat.  His cock
got a little harder, the attention was making him even more aroused.  The
cock head climbed higher when he stood in an upright position.
   Marque was unable to say a word.  Instead, she made eye contact with him
as she was those holding sticky fingers that only seconds before had been
inside his pants and stroking his pulsating shaft.
   She was smiling and said, "I see, you are reading an interesting book. I
work in the bookstore down the street and I did see you in our store
selecting some hot reading material before you crossed the street and came
to this little cozy restaurant.  I've been reading some of those books, as
well, and I've a pretty good idea about what they are covering." Her face
was deeply blushing.
   "Yes," Marque said.  She was still holding his hand.  He didn't dare to
look down.  His cock head and inches of the shaft were peaking up against
his black t-shirt.  The touch of her hand seemed so natural.  Marque
noticed that she was smiling rather widely.  This made him feel even more
guilty of what he had been doing moments before her arrival.
   "My name is Liz, I'm new in town and I've watching you take your bike
and make rides out to the country.  Are you staying at the resort or
renting an apartment here, at the second floor?" She inquired and bit at
her bottom lip.  The look on her face was one of pure satisfaction.  The
idea of seeing Marque naked made her nipples hard though.
   He told her his name, they were still standing and he was about to place
his book down on the table and moving one hand to adjust the biking shorts
when she said, "Please, don't do anything, this was a pleasant surprise. 
Let it be.  I haven't seen anything like that before.  You're big.  I
noticed that already at the bookstore and that's why I decided to take my
lunch break and come over to this place to see if we could have a chat
during the lunch."
   "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean to.  I got this table and was carried
away from the reading and I guess you understand what I've been doing.  I
couldn't help it.  I was stroking my dick under the table cloth and it's
possible that if you'd come five minutes later then I'd be ready to cum all
over the table if I had to stand up and say hello." Marque said.
   She became increasingly aware of a tingling in her clit, her pussy
juices flowing copiously.  Liz was in her mid thirties but had the body of
a model that was in her twenties.  Her breasts were rather large, but they
stood firm.  She could feel her nipples harden.
   Liz was wearing a light blue blouse on and a pair of skin tight blue
jeans.  She reluctantly took her eyes from Marques cock and looked him in
the face.  Her smile brightened.  She'd seen how big the organ really was.
It was defiantly exciting to be there with this new man in town.
   She said this with excitement in her voice.  She moaned out
involuntarily and rubbed her legs together.  She most defiantly had the
look of lust in her eyes.  "It's so big and beautiful!" Liz said in between
her gasps for air.
   She had moved one hand down between her legs and was rubbing at her
pussy through the jeans at a rather rapid rate.  It seemed that she was so
filled with lust that she was trembling all over.  "I don't know what get's
into me.  I'm just naturally a very passionate woman." She continued.
   Her words and that sight excited the man even further.  He wondered if
he had not become some sort of pervert.  He could tell that she was tense.
   They ordered coffee after the lunch plate and she suggested sitting on
his side behind the table.  They were both able to see the other guests in
the restaurant sitting a little further away and the slow lunch hour
traffic in the main street.
   The waitress brought two steaming cups of coffee and had a weird grin on
her face.  Liz put her left hand on Marque's knee under the table cloth and
started to move it higher.  She moved the table cloth a little to see if
the cock head was still sticking out.  She really was quite beautiful.  But
she did not stop there.
   "What are you doing?" Marque asked with a curious and amused voice.
   "I'm going to give you a massage.  Hope you don't mind, do you?" Liz
asked with girlish innocence.  She was as nervous as a school girl and this
turned him on to no end.
   All the while looking at him with loving and lustful eyes, her gentle
fingers were feeling the cock contours through the material of Marques
tight biking shorts.
   She was as hot for him as a woman could get and she was determined to
give him a lunch hour break hand job under the cover of the table cloth. 
Marque had no idea that had just made her a cock hungry female slave.
   She did not think of herself as a slave or submissive woman.  She
thought that sex was the most important aspect of life.  It was her natural
responsibility to please this stranger she had caught stroking his cock
under the table cloth.  He'd been reading a porn novel, bought from her
book store.  This was after sales support from her part.
   Her hand slid slowly up his thigh towards the edge of his shorts,
stopping for a while, looking at him and then she continued.  Moments
later, her hand was under the edge of Marque's shorts and showed no sign of
stopping.
   He was holding very still, hoping she wouldn't stop what she was busy
doing.  Suddenly she removed her hand from the shorts.  Marque was a little
disappointed.  She said, "Let me take it out the other way."
   She looked down at his crotch and could see huge dick sticking up
outside his shorts.  It was big, slimy, it was hard and I needed to cum. 
"Wow, this makes me hot." She moaned.
   "What in the world is that monster sticking up from your pants,
Stranger? Is your organ always as excited?" She started to tease.
   She continued giving Marque a very nice hand job.  Her grip was firm but
not too tight, stroked up and down his shaft.  She used one hand moving up
and down the shaft and the other one to play with his swollen, purple,
pre-cuming cock head.  She seemed to know exactly what to do, what felt
good and she appeared to enjoy her task.  Marque felt, I'm in heaven.
   As she stroked, droplets of pre-cum seeped out and sat on the tip.  She
took her other hand off the balls and used one finger to smear it over and
around the glans.  It was a wonderful feeling and helped bring Marques
closer and closer to orgasm.  He thought she would just stroke until he
came but she surprised him.
   Marque's face was red and burning with embarrassment.  He couldn't
answer her.  "I don't think she really expected me to.  She just loved to
play with me." He reasoned.
   Marque raised his hips a little to let her pull his shorts and
underpants down.  The dick stuck straight up in the air, and was throbbing.
   She barely got it out.  He was in panic mode now.  She rubbed a few
times, and then stopped.  It wasn't enough.  She was this close and he
wanted it all.  All she could think off was the feeling of that hot cock
wrapped inside her fingers.
   She wasted no time in getting her hand on his dick again, but there was
no way for him to get his hand in her panties.  He didn't have time to say
anything.  His dick started to grow out of all proportions.
   His cock had been hard most of the day and he needed relief.  Marque had
been reading and playing with his cock.  Just a gentle feeling not a real
masturbation.
   He didn't plan to cum.  He'd just been teasing the cock.  Suddenly, out
of nowhere the bookstore keeper arrived.
   Taking a breath, she gently pulled down Marques shorts to his knees. 
She focused her attention straight ahead.  He sure was hard, and her breath
caught when his manhood came into complete view.  Her hand touched his
dick. He jumped when he felt her soft touch again.  She took hold of his
dick and squeezed it gently.
   Her hand was getting very busy.  Her hand firmly clenched around his
dick.  Her touches made him move his hips forward and back and back, just a
little.  It made her hand move up and down on his dick and it felt great.
He thought he might squirt if she kept doing it.  This was big moment for
her and she felt very excited.
   "Would you like me to help you out?  I could make you feel real nice and
relieve the swelling in that lovely thing if you want me to do it?" She
giggled and continued to play.
   Marque was petrified.  All he could do was nod his head yes.  "Yes, I'd
love to get off here now," he said.
   His eyes were big as saucers as he watched her hand pump the dick.  She
had wrapped her hand around my dick and squeezed it first gently.
   Marque sighed and leaned back in the chair as she began to slide her
hand up and down his dick.  She ran a finger of her other hand over the tip
and smeared the pre-cum all over the head.
   It didn't last long, she was adding speed, wanking him real fast now,
just a few strokes and the man exploded.  It happened so fast for her, she
hadn't time to catch the cum in anything so it went all over her hand and
arm and some got on his legs, over the table, his t-shirt was a mess.
   Liz felt his cock spasm three, four, and then five times.  Marques
leaned back and watched as she stroked up and down on his dick.
   This was fantastic.  Marques could feel the cum starting to flow from
his balls again and knew it would not be long now.  She was emptying him
completely.
   Her busy hands were doing wonders.  Then it did, and Marques felt gob
after gob of hot sticky cum shoot into her palm that was around the swollen
head.  He watched as the sides of her small hand leaked with his fluid.
   The waitress arrived the very moment he was cuming, to hand over the
lunch bill, Marque blew his seed in Liz's hand.
   This meeting seemed to be going very well.  Her face was down, but what
Marque could see she was beautiful.  She had seen him cuming in Liz's hand,
but the waitress pretended to ignore it.
   Marques knew that her eyes kept glancing towards it.  "I mean, I
couldn't blame her; the thing was standing up like a flag pole, with the
purple head just screaming look at me!  I had sperm on my black t-shirt."
Marque thought.
   "Well, I hope you enjoyed the lunch and yourself then," the waitress
replied with a grin before looking at the horse sized cock standing up from
Marque's biking shorts, down to his knees.
   The waitress reached over to the table and handed over some tissues. 
She watched as Liz very gently cleaned Marque's dick and then his legs and
finally her hand.  When it was all cleaned up she threw the tissues away
and he started to pull up my shorts.
   "That was kind of you," she said to the young waitress, "we're certainly
going to leave a big tip.  The creamy stuff on the table cloth has to be
taken care off." She smiled.
   They both smiled and the cute waitress, age 25, was looking like she
didn't want to go away at all.  She was wearing a nice dress that showed
off her figure.
   Liz said, she'd to go back to the book store.  "I enjoyed playing with
you and I'd like to do it again.  What are your plans for the evening? 
Would you like to come over to my place, I could make a dinner and we could
have some fun together," she said with a broad smile on her face.  Mission
accomplished.
   Marque said, "Yes, this was kind of you, see you later tonight."
   The waitress had seen it.  His cock erect and pulsing, how it poked up
out of his pants like a flagpole.  She was getting pretty turned on
herself. She returned to the table.
   "How about now?" Susan asked innocently.  In her fantasies she was
almost absently mindedly thinking about jerking him off with slow strokes.
   He was uncircumcised.  Susan felt she was willing to use her mouth and
began to practice her skills on him.  She purred with pleasure at the
thought.
   "I'm closing the restaurant for a few hours, but you can stay here and
read, if you like." She said to the Marque.
   Marque blushed deep red.  He swallowed.
   "A gorgeous man like you got nothing to be ashamed of." Susan said. 
"Wait, I will close the door and the drapes."
   Two minutes later, she returned and stood in front of Marque grasped the
hem of her skirt, pulled in up, so that it bunched together into a thin
band of material riding high on her shapely hips.
   "Do you like?" Susan asked.  She stopped, with just the bottom V of her
crotch exposed, giving Marque a naughty teasing look, and then slipped the
skirt down.
   
  
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