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Jan's quest

Jan goes out once again to improve her record of orgasms with strangers in the street.
The night was young.

Jan left the cubicle after a long hot shower, beads of water dripped from her skin to the floor, wetting the towel mat and the cool tiles. She took a towel from the rail but did not wipe her glistening skin with it, but draped it over her shoulders. She opened the bathroom door, looked left and right down the corridor, then boldly walked slowly down to her bedroom.

It was early evening and she could have run into a member of her family. Jan half-wanted that to happen but no one was about. She heard the TV in the lounge.
 
She locked the door behind her. She put on her short pleated skirt and a tight t-shirt. She looked at her brief pink panties, but left them on her bed. She looked good in the mirror, very sexy, if she said so herself. She certainly felt the call of sex in her bare lower half, like a wriggling snake in her womb.

Jan quietly slided up the glass window of her bedroom and climbed out onto the ridiculous patch of green that her dad called a lawn and mowed it every Sunday, taking care that the aluminum window sill did not scrape her bare parts.

It was Sunday night, so as usual Suburbia was indoors and watching footy on TV. The streets were empty as if the whole of Eastwood had migrated to the moon, the pale disc of which was rising behind the silhouette of untidy power pole and wiring at the end of the street.

Night fell fast. She walked quickly to the bus stop, encountering not a soul or stray dog. Everyone had really gone to the moon. As she sat on the hard wooden bench, Jan kept her thighs apart, feeling them trap the little breezes, eddying along the footpath, and imagined the view up her skirt that a non-existent passerby would have.

Then she felt suddenly braver. She stood up and turned her back to the empty street , flipped up her skirt onto her back and bent over to put her hands on the bench and planted her sportshoed feet further apart. Her round youthful bottom was now stuck way up in the air. She giggled as she saw it as in a cinema shot some way off. One bare white arse on top of shapely legs, saluting the empty suburb.

Jan stayed like that for a long time, feeling very silly but warm-blooded from the freedom. She heard the bus coming around the corner of the street but took her time to straighten up and turn around to wait for it.

Jan gave the driver some coins, looking at him deliberately in the eyes, feeling sure that he saw her earlier. She went to sit at the back where she had a good view of the driver’s face in his big rear-view mirror. He was still stealing a good look at her from time to time too. Enjoy yourself, mate.

Did he pass her test? The driver was dark, balding and podgy. But somehow she liked his smile, his mouth and his large dark eyes. Yes he could be her first for tonight.

Jan reached into her bag and brought it out, small and white. She had polished its surface well and inserted a couple of small new rechargeable batteries that she recharged overnight in the bottom end of it. She turned it on, putting her hand around the sexy round end of it and felt its dull persistent power

She now slipped the nifty vibrator neatly between her legs. The coolness of its surface made her jump. Turning it on Jan looked at the driver who was looking back as directly. But the driver now had no clothes on, and Jan was shocked by his hairiness. He looked like a gorilla now whose blunt penis the size of her vibrator was standing up under the wheel.

Jan was trying her best now to keep from shouting out as the little machine found its niche and was buzzing it for all it was worth. She kept looking at the driver who was turning into a blurred hairy blob. Jan threw her head back and quickly doubled forward, banging her head against the seat in front. A familiar personal perfume rose and she breathed it in deeply, panting hard.

“You allright, love?” she heard the driver yell. She ignored him. It wasn’t his bloody business.

But she felt good. Her first public orgasm for the evening really get her got her going and she could barely control it. One day she will be really daring and show it all to all and sundry. But then actually, trying to keep it a secret is half of the fun.

Jan set her record last night. In her wanderings, before going back home late, Jan came five times, each time in sight of chosen men. Tonight she wanted to do more  and the thought of it added fuel to the fire that was now only subsiding at the top of her legs. But would she chicken out?

Personal alarm bells were ringing as Jan found herself walking through a dark park in the middle of the city. In the shade of a lamplight, a couple were wrestling on the bench, their arms around each other tight and two heads fused together. Jan thought of walking past then sneak back behind a bush to watch the action, which was warming up fast.

Then she saw the shadowy figure of a man on a bench far off. She heard the clink of bottle on cement, as the hobo laid down on the bench, his bulky coat looking dirty even in the poor light. Jan walked quietly on up to him. Now was time that she had been dreading. Time to deliver.

“Hi, granddad,” she said quietly, cool as a cucumber, as she stood next to the bench.

“G’day,” mumbled the man,  “I’m just getting comfortable, but it a little nippy tonight for an old man.”

“You’re not that old. Here, let me help you,” Jan said.

She did not believe it but she was touching the hobo as she would her grandfather, pulling his coat tighter but not breathing too deeply to avoid his strong musty smells. Again to her own amazement, her right hand had slid into an opening of the old man’s coat and quickly found a trouser button to undo, then pushed in further to find warm and flabby flesh.

“What!...”

“Shush! Relax.This will help you sleep better,” she said quietly. Her hand had found  the man’s penis and held it all like a soft ball.

“My, you are asleep, but I bet not for long,” she said.  It was the first time she had touched a man’s penis. Her whole body was reacting to that fact as much as to the new feeling in her hand.

“ Are you some kind of tart, luv, come to do an old man a favour?”

“I’m Jan, and I’m not a tart. I am doing myself a favour too,” she mumbled. “Wow your thing is growing…”

By the weak streetlight she could see the penis straightening up in her hand. Still marvelling at this brutish missile shape, Jan stroke it as if to make it grow taller still.

“Gawd, luv, you sure know what ya doin’”

Jan took a little packet from her handbag and tore it open. She then slipped the wet condom on the penis. Then she mounted on top of it, sat on it hard tip and then let it push easily inside her.

“Oh my gawd, girl.”

A night bird called.

Jan was riding now like a horse at her riding school, which sometimes gave her small flushy orgasms as well. Now, much quicker than she expected, the old man was struggling under it all, arching up his front and gave a loud cry.

Timed to perfection, Jan’s second orgasm for the night fiercely grabbed his penis. There were strange noises too just then also coming from the directions of the lovers now obscured in the mist.

Far off, a dog whined.

Disposing the filled condom in a nearby bin, she wiped the man with her tissue and kissed him on the forehead.

“Thank you, granddad. That was something!”

“You can say that again, luv. I’m ‘ere every night you know, luv.”

“Yeah, granddad, I’ll come again when I want a nice ride. Nice dreams.”

“Yeah, thanks to you. Wow, I’ll be darned …”

Two. I don’t think I’ll make five tonight, thought Jan. But I went further than before. That old man wore me out.

It was very dark and the city was empty as Jan stood at the bus stop, cold air touching her bare thighs. The bus door swung open loudly, flapping up her short skirt.

The gorilla grimaced down broadly at her nakedness.
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