F***** passed out girl
My wife and I had moved to a new city about 40 years ago. We moved into small apartment building. Next to it was also another similar apartment building. Most everybody that lived in both units were under 20-30.
My job required me to sometimes have to go in pretty early every now and then. My wife usually just grunted when I kissed her goodbye those early mornings. One morning there was a light frost. So I went out to start my car to let the frost melt away. In the parking lot of the next building, I saw a car with the door slightly open and the light on. When I went to shut the door to be nice, I saw a girl in her early/mid 20's sitting in the driver's seat. I didn't recognize her because she was a babe and nobody that lived in that building looked anything like her. I tried to wake her by talking and then by shaking some, but she never woke up. She smelled like a distillery and was obviously passed out drunk. Back then, most cars had bench seats in the front (a seat that went all the way across), as did her car. I laid her down across the seat, trying to be helpful. Then the brain in my smaller head started to think for me.
I had to feel her t***. I did, and they felt great. Then I had to feel them skin to skin, so I slid my hand down her top and bra and squeezed her nipple a bit. By that time, I had a raging h******. I unbuttoned her top some and raised her bra up exposing some beautiful t***. I had to have more, so I started to rub her p**** though her pants. She actually responded a little and rubbed against my hand. I unbuttoned her pants and slid my hand under her panties and slid a finger into her warm p****. She again responded a bit and pushed against my finger. I could not take it anymore, so I slid her pants down around her ankles and worked her p**** with my fingers even more. I then slid my pants down, raised her legs above her head and slid my d*** into her. Hot, tight, and wet. I didn't get too carried away because i didn't want to wake her. After I f***** her for about 7-8 minutes I unloaded inside of her.
I pulled my pants back up and hers too. I put her clothes back to where they appeared normal.. leaned over and kissed her , got out of her car and quietly shut the door. i went back into my apartment, kissed my wife goodbye, got the grunt again, and left for the day. I never saw that car, or her again. I think she thought she was someplace else. I sure wished she would come back.