Pandemic Boredom
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Pausing gingerly on the foot of my bed, I stared emptily at my 35mm digital camera on its tripod pointing at me from a few feet away. The timer was set on a fifteen-second pause before the flash. For some, it might have seemed stupid, but for me, it was just a fun way to fill my boredom during this dreadful pandemic.
It seemed like the entire world shut down all in one day. With the restaurants, movie theatres, bars, and virtually every business that provided entertainment closed, there was not much for this single woman to do. I was fucking several different men before the pandemic hit, and suddenly they all disappeared. I was lonely, horny, and going out of my fucking mind. And that was when I got this crazy idea to join an adult friend-finding site to meet some new people and have some fun breaking this streak of boredom.
Distracted by my thoughts, I didn’t get my pose set up in time and the camera clicked with a hardly flattering photo. I sighed, adjusted my outfit, set the timer again, and jumped back to nestle on the foot of the bed. My nipples were taut and straining through my slutty little outfit. Perched in front of the camera, I was wearing a see-through black bra and matching black thong. I wore a black choker around my neck as a seductive addition to my slutty lingerie and left my feet bare to reveal my pretty red-lacquered toenails that matched my red-lacquered fingernails and lipstick.
I had my long silky brown hair with blonde streaks brushed down over my shoulders, and I went heavy on my eyeliner and mascara highlighting my bedroom-brown eyes. My 34B tits looked larger than they were with the bra pushing them up, and the shaded rounds of my nipples were quite visible straining against the scanty bra cups. The thong dug between the cheeks of my ass as I positioned myself on the bed, and the silk crotch of my thong was wet from the juices that seeped from my bald pussy.
Satisfied with my slutty pose, I held my breath, kept my chin up, and pushed my chest forward until the camera flashed. Time for a second pose. I had been mentally rehearsing what poses I might do, and getting myself horny thinking about it. Now that I was doing it, I was even more turned on. I reset the camera and hurriedly crawled onto the bed, this time on my hands and knees with my ass facing the camera, covered by only the back of the thong that disappeared between the cheeks of my ass, reappearing from the top of my crack with its thin band running around my waist.
I looked over my left shoulder at the camera and smiled just before the flash. I was quite satisfied with the results. Then, for the third photo, the last I intended to take, involved removing my bra and thong. I set the camera again, and stood in front of my bed, crossing my left arm across my breasts to shield my nipples, and using my right hand to cup my shaved pussy. I made a sexy pose, and this 5’7” tall, slender feline smiling at the camera, felt alive with the desire to attract men to my profile and make them horny and want to fuck me.
These were the three photos that I planned to add to my profile, but now I was having too much fun to stop. Standing in the nude, feeling the tingling in my taut nipples, and the wetness between my legs, I came up with more naughty ideas on how to pose. I liked doing poses that were tantalizing and suggestive, just shy of revealing everything.
I grabbed a pair of tight, fashionable jeans, and wearing nothing else I yanked them up and halfway over my ass. I posed standing with my back to the camera, my hair falling down my back and the top half of my ass showing. That was a hot photo. I removed the jeans and put on a pair of white panties, then took a close-up photo of my bald pussy wetting through the clinging gusset.
I had gotten so horny from posing in these ways, I had to take care of it, and I went to my bedside table and pulled my vibrator (an eight-inch rubber dildo molded after a porn star’s dick) out of the top drawer. I sprawled out on the bed, turned the dial to get it buzzing, and went to town on my pussy. I used one hand to pump the dildo in and out of my juicy cunt and used my other hand to play with my tits and tweak my nipples.
Halfway along my way to orgasm, I was starting to sweat, and the juices were dripping from my pussy down the crack of my ass. I decided to stop briefly enough to set the camera for another shot, then I jumped back into my former position and resumed fucking my pussy with the dildo. The flash went off just as I buried the dildo halfway in. That photo turned out amazing! The hot, passionate look on my face was priceless. I looked so sexy and downright slutty, no man would ever pass me up!
I went back to my dildo to finish what I started. The orgasms took the edge off. I felt more relaxed as I carried my camera to my computer. I loaded the photos into a private folder and made online versions of them by pixelating my face just enough to contain my anonymity. Then, I opened my browser and logged into an adult dating site that I recently joined and was still working on my profile.
I enjoyed thumbing through the personals, getting horny looking at hot guys and reading their bios, creating fantasies in my head of the ones with big beautiful cocks that I would love to fuck. Thank goodness for modern technology that kept me connected when the world had stopped. Days, weeks, and months went by since the last time I had a real dick, so in keeping myself sane I also fed my horny appetite with erotic story sites and erotic videos.
So I posted my photos, all of them, and finished my bio, mainly stating that I was 42, lonely, horny, and wanting to meet men. I logged out and logged back in the next day and discovered that my mailbox was filled with men responding to my plea. I spent the next hour or so going through them. There were so many men, so good with their words, wanting to meet me, to get to know me and to please me in any way I wanted. I didn’t know where to start, who to respond to first. My head was jumbled, so I logged out and went back the next day, sorting out the emails and making a list of the men that I wanted to respond to.
I started writing responsive greetings to the men that I wanted to meet. Eventually, I was corresponding with a dozen or more different men with different backgrounds. They all had one thing in common, they all wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t lonely anymore. I had somewhere to go to enjoy the company of men, even though I was living in a virtual world. I would feel aroused every time I logged on, always in the nude and excited, ready to correspond with my male counterparts and visit the chat rooms where they would find me and hit me up for private chats and cybersex.
The cybersex eventually wasn’t enough for me. Men were always offering to call me or give me their phone numbers, and phone sex became a hot issue with me. Now I could hear their hot voices breathing in my ear, telling me all the naughty, nasty things they want to do to me, and to listen to my heavy breathing as I masturbated to their words, and to hear me moaning through my orgasms. It was hot, almost like being there with them.
One of the guys I phone-sexed with was Alex. He was in his late twenties, and worked the night shift as a security guard of some sort, while his wife was a nurse and worked weird hours. He called me every morning and got me off over the phone before I took my morning shower.
Another guy, Patrick, wanted to share some of his skills with me. He promised to make me cum many times. I phone-sexed him too, and he was true to his promise. There were others, but Alex and Patrick were my main men.
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Then, on a sweltering, blazing hot day in July, my virtual world was suddenly replaced by the reality of my real existence when the electrical wiring in my house was shorting out and tripping the breakers. I had to call an electrician to take care of the problem. The man showed up at my front door a few hours later. He introduced himself as Rick. He certainly looked good in his tight t-shirt and jeans. He was tall and handsome, and he greeted me with a casual smile that was very disarming.
I offered him a glass of lemonade after I invited him inside. We had a moment to chat and I pretty much stayed out of his way when he went to work on my wiring. At the end of the day, he told me he had to come back the next day to finish the work. I was working online from home because of the pandemic, so I would be home to let him in the following day.
The next morning was a prelude to another blistering day with the temperature forecasted over a hundred degrees and clear skies. The humidity was brutal. I broke out in a sweat spending just five minutes in my backyard watering my hanging plants. I had just finished chatting erotically over the phone with Alex and the juice still dripping from my pussy was mingling with the sweat between my thighs. I had to take a shower and get dressed before handsome Rick arrived to continue his work on my wiring.
While I was in the shower, feeling the water pinging against my breasts, I began thinking about Rick, and how his hands would feel on my body. Before I knew it, the orgasm I had listening to Alex sexing me up wasn’t enough to keep me sated, and I started masturbating in the shower. I fingered my pussy and squeezed my tits until I had another orgasm that helped to settle me down. But, by the time I got dressed, the hot temperature, and the sexy electrician coming to my house, had me feeling aroused all over again.
By ten that morning, Rick was at my front door, wearing a white t-shirt that looked glued to his muscular pecs and abs. With sweat beading on his forehead and trickling down the sides of his face, my eyes were invested in him immediately. The sweat made his skin all the more appealing. I let him into my house, intending to stay out of his way. But, the way he looked in that tight t-shirt, and bending over in his jeans, and the sweat dripping down his face, I have to say, he looked good, almost too good for me to look away.
My feelings for him were rising as quickly as the temperature in the house was rising because of the air conditioner not running. Rick had to turn the power off to work on the wiring. I had the window shades closed throughout the house to keep the outside temperature (well over a hundred degrees now) from radiating through the windows. The house was dim and sweltering.
Rick moved from room to room, enlisting me to hold his flashlight while he worked on the wiring. While I was working as his unpaid apprentice, I found my eyes gazing at his body, his curly blond hair, deep-set blue eyes, and I was having naughty thoughts of holding his dick instead of his flashlight. Best done in the dark, I was thinking of several ways of sucking him off, it’s been so long since I had the taste of cock in my mouth!
We carried on in conversation while he worked. We talked about this and that. Talking to him while my naughty thoughts about him were making me horny, I started flirting with him too. The temperature inside the house continued to rise. It was getting oppressively hot, too hot for the clothes I was wearing. I handed Rick his flashlight and told him that I was getting too hot in these clothes, and excused myself to get changed.
While I was in my bedroom, I pulled off my running shoes and stripped off my jeans and blouse, then my bra and panties went flying into the pile with the rest of my laundry. I considered taking a quick shower but never got that far since I was considering what to wear. I wanted to stay cool, which even in the nude, was impossible. But still, I wanted to wear as little as possible without looking too obvious about my intentions to tease Rick as well.
I pulled my yellow bikini from my dresser drawer and put it on. I looked in the mirror. The bikini alone was too obvious, so I got my white mini skirt from my dresser drawer and slipped it over my bikini bottoms, and padded back in my bare feet to the room that Rick was working in.
“Hope you don’t mind,” I teased as I entered the room with my chest up high and a sway in my hips, “it’s really hot in here.”
I pretended not to notice his eyes devouring the sight of my tits gently jiggling in my bikini top as I approached him. Rick didn’t seem to mind at all. He said I looked “Delightful.” It was just an honest comment, and he kept going about his business. I noticed that Rick was overheating in my home with the air conditioner turned off. He didn’t complain, he just kept wiping the sweat from his manly brow.
With my inhibitions lessened and feeling horny, I suggested he could take his shirt off. He declined politely.
“No, really, it’s okay,” I said. “Look at me! If I can do it, so can you!”
He looked at me and let his eyes scan my body for a moment, and still declined, but in a much weaker way, leading me to believe that he was thinking about it. I wasn’t discouraged. I was determined to get that him out of that sweaty t-shirt and show me his sweaty skin.
Rick flicked the power back on a half-hour later. Within a few minutes, I could feel the air starting to cool. Not my libido, however. The hottest and humid place in my house was between my legs, and there was only one thing that could douse that heat…a man. But my hopes for Rick to be that man were quickly fading now that he was finished with his work and loading his tools in his truck.
After he loaded his tools, he came back to the house. Right in front of me, the dreamy electrician was staring at my hard, aching nipples poking through my yellow bikini as he handed me his invoice. I looked at the invoice. Twelve-hundred dollars. I dragged him into the kitchen with me and wrote him a check.
This was my final act before he would turn around and leave… forever. Feeling desperate, I gently grabbed his arm and said, “You can stay for lunch if you want. I’m making a tuna salad.”
Rick’s blue eyes, set deep in his square face framed by a solid jaw, looked into my eyes, and said, “That’s sweet of you. I do have a couple of hours before getting to my next job. Yes, I’d like that.”
“Thank you, God,” I whispered to myself as I smiled at Rick and offered him a seat at my kitchen table.
Rick’s eyes were on my body as I moved around the kitchen putting the tuna salad together. I could see his eyes fixated on my breasts as I leaned forward to fill his glass with lemonade. I continued to pretend not to notice as I was giving him more to see. I bent over at the refrigerator a bit too long, showing a glimpse of my yellow bikini bottoms under my white mini. Then I unnecessarily stretched on my bare toes to grab glasses off the highest shelf.
Rick was a genuine gentleman, taking what I was giving, an eyeful here and there, but still not crossing any lines. Nevertheless, I was turned on, and the evidence of my arousal was leaking through my bikini bottoms and shielded from his eyes only by my mini skirt. I thought about taking my skirt off, but how could I do it without looking awkward?
I haven’t felt this alive since the start of the pandemic. Having a man’s eyes on me, drawing his attention to my overly-heated breasts, using my femininity and body to seduce him, was a hundred times more powerful and better than the virtual world I was living in. The men I corresponded with and chatted with thrilled me and fulfilled a lot of my fantasies with their words, but they couldn’t touch me physically. Too bad. I desperately wanted to fuck every one of them. But, Rick, this tall, saucy specimen of a man, was just within arm’s reach of me. There was always that potential for something real to happen.
Delivering the tuna salads in bowls to the table, I saw Rick sitting back, admiring me, yet waiting. Was he waiting for a signal, maybe? I wanted him to make a move on me, but I had to let him know it was alright. Mmm, yes, his eyes flirted with the sight of my hard nipples poking through my bikini top. He looked hungry for them. I had this vision of sitting on the table in front of him with my legs spread offering him my hot juicy cunt to eat.
My brain was turning into goop. So many emotions, so many wants, desires, and needs, all rolled up into one big ball inside me. This was real, the hot sexy stud at my kitchen table was real, and I had to have him. All those months of online and phone sex were pushing me over the edge. As I sank deeper into my carnal being I felt the urges of a sex-starved feline, on the prowl, hungry for cock, and I wasn’t going to deny myself any longer.
“You can have this tuna salad for lunch,” I offered as I set the bowl in front of him, “and if you want, you can have anything else you see.” The words tumbled out of my chalky mouth, something my fingers might have typed in a hot session of cyber-sex. And as I said it, I made sure he knew what I was referring to as I leaned forward and nearly pressed my breasts against his face.
I expected Rick to react to my seductive ploy, and I wasn’t surprised when he instantly reached around me and groped my ass, and just as quickly, he pulled me down on his lap. My hands automatically reached for his shoulders to brace myself as I settled into his saddle and felt the bulge of his erection pushing through his jeans against my aching pussy. We looked at each other, smiling as he groped my ass and ran his hand up my back while I wiggled and ground on his lap. Then he leaned his head forward and nibbled on my hard nipples poking through my bikini top.
It was plain and simple now, he was hungry for me, not my tuna salad. I imagined it was only a matter of time before he gets to the hot juicy tuna between my legs. I was enthralled, giving into the moment of lust. So many hours of fantasy had suddenly burst into reality. We started kissing when our eyes met again. He said he had a couple of hours before he had to be at his next appointment, more than enough time to justify sucking his tongue down my throat, his hands clutching my ass, and his bulging cock grinding against my womanhood.
We made out noisily, swapping saliva, fencing tongues, grinding our crotches together, unable to stop, at least on my part. Rick wanted to continue, but not on the chair. He stood up from the chair on his powerful legs, lifting me with him. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him as he carried me to my bedroom. I was feeling giddy as a schoolgirl, giggling and laughing the whole way there. But once inside my bedroom, the laughs and giggles abruptly ended when our lips met again.
Rick flopped me down on my back across the queen-size bed, and he quickly peeled off my white miniskirt. Then he yanked off my bikini top, tossing it onto the floor. My naked tits jiggled proudly in front of the stud, my hard nipples standing at attention for him. Arching my hips off the bed, I let him peel off my bikini bottoms. It took less than a minute for my up-and-coming lover to strip me naked.
I watched this divine specimen of a man stand upright and disrobe for me. God, he was hot to look at, total eye candy. Firm, chiseled chest, thick head of hair, tight abs. My eyes stopped at his crotch to take in the hot erotic sight of his magnificent cock, long, thick, standing on its own at a ninety-degree angle with a slight upward bend that made it look like it was reaching out for something… and that something was me. I noticed his excitement in the form of precum slowly oozing from the tip of his cock.
I spread my legs like an angel spreading her wings, offering a wide entrance into my pussy. I smiled at him and said, “Just slide right in, honey, and give me what I’m missing.” It was one of the lines I used during cybersex, but now I was using it for the real thing.
However, Rick was not as much in a hurry to fuck as I was. To see me lying naked on my back with my legs wide open and my mouth asking him to fuck me gave him the confidence to tease me a little first and make me want it all the more.
He leaned down to lay trails of saliva across my breast, traveling from one nipple to the other to kiss and suckle them while his long, thick fingers rubbed and fucked my gushing cunt. I moaned and expressed my pleasure, “Oh, Rick! Oh, yes baby. . . That feels so good! Oh, don’t stop, baby . . . Show me how much you want me!”
He showed me alright, when his tongue ventured down my slender tummy to my wet pussy, and brought me to a quick orgasm with his talented tongue lapping my clit. My fingers gripped his hair, guiding his mouth around my cunt, urging him to eat my hot juicy cunt until I had a second orgasm. Maybe I’ve been away from it for too long, but I swear that was the best cunnilingus I ever had! Even so, I wanted and needed more than his great tongue.
“Fuck me!” I gasped, coming down from that second orgasm. “Stick that big dick in me, honey!”
Rick crawled over me, smiling down at me, his nude body hovering over mine. “You’re hot, baby,” he said as he slowly sank his cock into my pussy. His cock felt awesome, and it was only halfway in. I grabbed my knees and held my legs back, begging him for more.
Please, baby, give it all to me… I can handle it,” I cried out and grabbed his ass, pulling him down on me. He pressed into me balls deep and the tip of his cock was bumping my cervix. We kissed and fucked. He broke the kiss just to look down at the passion written all over my face, then he flipped me over on my hands and knees and re-entered me from behind. Damn, his cock felt good! “Fuck yes! Oh, baby, fuck me!”
His cock was like a magic wand touching all the right places. Not long after we started he brought me through another orgasm. Reaching under myself, I frantically rubbed my clit to extend the length of my orgasm. Rick asked me if I was okay at the end of that orgasm because I was gasping for air and sweating like a pig, my body ached, and my cunt felt like a flaming inferno.
My answer was, “Yesss… Fuck me more, baby!”
Gripping the sheets, I let myself get used by the hot horny stud. My arms gave out on me and I fell forward with my face buried in the pillows. Rick reached under my hips and pulled my ass up in the air, and continued with the same hard rhythm. My pussy was squishing, his cock was brutal, he was breathing like a racehorse, and we were both drenched in sweat. Rick smacked my sweaty ass, the sound of his wet hand echoed in the room.
“Ouch!” I yelped as I felt the sting of his hand.
“You hot bitch! Tell me you love it,” he said and slapped my ass again, and again the sound of hot sweaty flesh echoed in the room, and so did my voice when I shouted, “Ooh, baby, do it again… harder!”
He spanked me a couple of more times and then he fucked me hard and fast. His body froze and I felt him pumping his hot cum deep inside my sizzling cunt. “Oh, baby, yes… yes, cum in me!” I cried the moment I realized what he was doing.
We rested for twenty or so minutes. Lying next to this amazing Adonis had me hot and horny for another round. I groped his cock and sucked it back to life. I was anxious to get him back inside me, and I got on top of him, and slid down his pole, and hit bottom. I leaned forward and braced my hands on his shoulders and raised back up. Oh, his cock felt just as good pulling out as it did pushing in. My pussy was filled with a slick cocktail of our bodily fluids that made his cock slide in real easy.
I could see a side reflection of our bodies fucking in the closet door mirror. Damn, we looked sexy. It was like watching porn on a big screen and seeing yourself fucking like a porn star. I did look like a porn star riding Rick’s fat pole. I was hot, naked, and sweaty.
I came several times before he flipped me on my back and shoved his hard cock inside my mouth, and his second cum went down my throat. Something I am very good at is sucking cock. If “Cock-Sucking” was accepted as an Olympic sport, I would be a Gold Medal winner. I can make a man cum in less than twenty seconds with the speedy swishing of my tongue against the most sensitive area of his penis, or, I can make it last and keep him on the edge for hours. I could drive a man insane with my oral talents.
Now we were finished, and Rick had to hurry to get dressed and make it to his next job site on time. He said, “Shit, I need to get going. I’d love to stay and make love to you all afternoon, but… I got to go.”
I hated for him to leave me right after making love to me. I was still in the afterglow of our sex, but I didn’t pout over it. I stood there in front of my living room window, feeling his sperm running down my legs and tasting it in my throat as I watched his truck pull away.
I stunk of sweat and sex. I had his DNA all over my body and deep inside my juicy cunt. I decided against a shower, I wanted to feel dirty with his DNA seeping into my pores. He promised to come back again very soon. I told him I’ll answer the door naked, and the next time he came to visit, I remained true to my word.
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