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There I was on my way to Wal-Mart...
Getting into a fight was the farthest thing from my mind ... Wasn't even on the horizon ... I was in a great mood ... And then ... I rear-ended a car.

So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car ... And you know how you just-get-sooo-stressed and life-stuff seems to get funny?
Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it ... He was a DWARF!

He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says,
"I AM NOT HAPPY!"
So, I look down at him and said, "Well, which one are you then?"

............. And that's when the fight started . . .

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Skirtnhose wrote this story

First things first, about me. My name is Alexis but everyone calls me Alex. I am a 28. I'm 5'2" tall and about 115lbs. I have shoulder length brown hair and very adorable blue eyes. I've been told I have a great smile and an even better rack! I'm a 32B if you were wondering. I love to keep in shape at the gym, my body is very important to me. I think my favorite feature about myself is my legs, which is probably why I'm the only woman on the planet who actually likes to wear pantyhose. I have girlfriends who ask me all the time why I wear them, I say 'why not? They make my legs look nice!' Also, if you were wondering I wear a size 5 ½ shoe. I guess that about sums it up for my looks I guess.

My husband's and my love life has been stale to state it frankly. I guess it has been since we got married. Nothing exciting ever happens. Either I just lay there unimpressed while he thinks he's god's gift to the clitoris, grunting away like an ape. Or I'm on top trying to achieve orgasm and he either cums too fast or pinch my nipples too hard to where that's all I can concentrate on. Don't get me wrong, I love my breasts played with, but not that hard! Also, every time I give him oral he never returns the favor; I bet I can count the number of times he's gone down on me on one hand. He tells me that it's either gross or he just doesn't feel like it, which I don't understand. I always keep things very tidy, including shaving myself daily along with my legs every day. I read in one of my girly magazines many years ago that guys really enjoy it, so I thought 'what the hell, I'll give a try'. Once I did, wow, the cool breeze across it was enough to get me in the mood. So now, I'm fully shaven every day and I actually enjoy it. Funny thing was, as I found out later that when I put my pantyhose on, (I don't wear underwear with pantyhose) the slight movement from the silk against it was a friendly reminder of how sexy I look!

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To say that sex with my husband is boring would be an understatement. But I am a good girl, I try not to think of sex with anyone else, I was raised Catholic and went to a Catholic school, adultery is a terrible sin. Which is why that day was such a tough choice for me.

That day I was on my regular routine. Get dressed, go to get coffee at a local coffee shop and head to work. That day was warm as I remember. I put on a typical business outfit for the day. I had a cute button up fitted blouse that I love; it has medium sleeves with a slight cuff. I buttoned it appropriate for work, just a slight bit of the girls showing. Under that was a sensible bra, nothing fancy but held my breasts in place nicely under the shirt. Next, were my pantyhose, a pair of nude colored sheer-to-waist. I've always liked that color because it made my legs look bare, but seemed to even out my skin tone to make my legs look extra smooth. That day I decided to put on a cute little black skirt that was snug fitting around my hips down to my thighs and had a little flare just a few inches above my knees. I knew this skirt was a little tough to walk in because of it's tightness, but I didn't care, I knew it made my hips look great. Some earrings, and a necklace followed by my favorite pair of Mary Jane style heels, they looked good and were easy to slip off under my desk if my feet hurt. Make-up was last and I headed out the door and into my car.

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I made it to the coffee shop earlier than usual and had some time to kill so I decided to sit and read a book I had just picked up. I sat at one of the booths and sipped my coffee. The book was mildly entertaining, something about a girl who loses her way and finds it again, yawn. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a pair of eyes watching me. I smile and return to my book. Then I felt someone near me, I look up to see a black man smiling at me. He looked to be about 22, he was tall and had short shaved hair. I could see his medium sized build under his shirt and his very toned muscles as he held his coffee. The exact opposite that my husband was.

"How is the book?" he asked.

I sat there for a long pause, speechless. He was gorgeous, his well defined jaw and bright teeth as he smiled.

"Good" I stammered. I must have sounded like a complete idiot to him as I stumbled over myself.

"I really liked her other works, I was curious to see how that one was." Another smile.

"It's a bit pretentious," I quipped putting the book down.

"May I sit?" as he pointed to the empty booth seat across from me. I nodded yes.

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I don't remember who made the conversation start, but I remember that I felt wonderful talking to him. He was intelligent, witty and listened to my opinions. Suddenly it dawned on me, he was flirting with me! A younger man as handsome as he was, hitting on little old me! I'm sure he saw the realization come over me as I crossed my legs under the table and try to make it look not so obvious that he was giving me butterflies. Nervously, I tried my best to flirt back; it has been so long since I had tried I wasn't sure I was doing it right. I felt like a schoolgirl again, giggling and playing with my hair.

I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them, however this time I felt a slight movement from my nylons against my clitoris. It seemed to tickle so badly that I nearly blurted out a snicker. A wave of good feeling rushed over my body and I felt my face and chest go flush. I looked at my watch and realized that I was already late for work, I lost track of time flirting with this good-looking man.

He asked me if I was interested in borrowing a book we had been discussing. I told him that I really had to get to work. As I said those words, I felt his hand touch my knee under the table; another warm rush came over me. He lightly pleaded that I should really read this book.

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Normally I'm a very responsible person. I always make my appointments and keep them promptly. However, something inside me clicked a little switch and I heard myself say:

"Sure, I'd like that". I said with a smile. "But how would you get the book to me?" I played coy.

"Oh, let me take you to the book, it would be much faster". He offered.

He slid out of the booth and offered his hand to help me out of the booth. We threw away our coffee cups and headed for the door, my heels making a faint clicking noise in front of him. I could feel his eyes on my butt as I walked; it made me smirk on the inside. He said it would be easier to take his car since he knew the way. I followed him and he opened my door for me, like a gentleman. I sat down and crossed my legs left over right. He got in and started the car, and just like that, we were on our way.

My butterflies are in full effect now as he says, "I think you will really enjoy this book" as he places a hand on my nylon covered knee.

"It sounds great" I replied, putting my right hand on top of his gently.

I felt his hand, the warmth and the size move ever so slowly up my leg. I let out a barely audible sigh and uncrossed my legs. His hand traveled further up my leg to my thigh, pushing the skirt higher. Another powerful wave of warmth rushed through me. I pushed his hand off my thigh; he gave me a puzzled look. I smiled as I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over to rub his crotch. I felt the definite bulge of his penis and began unbuckling his belt and pants zipper. His half erect penis sprung out of his trousers and boxers. At this point he was already bigger than my husbands average unit. I grabbed his penis with my right hand and I felt it grow and grow and grow. It was huge and magnificent. It was thick with great looking veins and an enormous head.

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My mouth watered as I bent over, half in my seat half in his, I swallowed what I could and gripped the rest with my hand. It made my hand look tiny compared to this monster it was holding. I bobbed up and down, each time trying to take more in my mouth. I squeezed my legs together feeling the nylon rub against me.

I had never seen a black dick before let alone sucked one, so I wanted to make sure it was good. I stroked with my hand and bobbed up and down at a medium pace. I moaned slightly as I took it as deep as it would go. I remember opening my eyes to see that there were still a few more inches to go! I pulled it out of my mouth and stroked him, looking at his hugeness. I could see the spit line where my lips had ended, and it was only half way down! I licked the shaft like an ice cream cone starting at the base and working my way up. After about a half dozen licks I sunk my mouth back down on him.

He was salty and tasted manly, clean but masculine. I bobbed again and again, letting it hit the back of my throat, and it was all I could take. I felt myself getting wet and moist; this had never happened from giving head before. I didn't care. All that mattered was him, in my mouth at that moment. On one last down bob I felt his hand on the back of my head and the obvious convulsions. He moaned as I felt the warmness fill my mouth and throat. I held on for dear life as I felt my toes curling in my shoes, clutching him with my hand. I stayed on him for as long as I could hold out, but my mouth filled too quickly and I pulled off him. One final blast hit me square in the mouth and splattered on my lips, nose and chin.

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I sat up and took a big gulp as I tried to swallow his load. Some had managed to sneak its way past my lips and drip down my chin, meeting the final squirt. It dripped quickly onto my blouse, skirt and hose. I felt the warmth and stickiness on my leg as it seeped into the nylon. I covered my mouth as I wiped it of the salty mess. He handed me a napkin like a gentleman. I looked at him and laughed as I wiped my mouth.

He zipped his pants back up as I looked at the stains on my clothes. I could tell that I wasn't going to make it into work today. I reached into my purse for my cell phone and called my work to let them know that I wasn't going to be able to make it in. He looked at me and smiled, saying that it was going to be a long car ride. I sighed and sat back in the seat, still looking at those stains. I felt myself getting even more wet thinking about what I had just done.

At this point I was totally controlled by my vagina. I felt the juices flow from between my legs; I squeezed my legs together. Whatever it wanted, I was willing to give it. I slipped off my shoes and leaned the seat all the way back. I lifted my hips and inched my skirt to my waist. I ran both hands up and down my legs and finally onto my hose covered clitoris. I slipped one hand inside my pantyhose and ran two fingers over it, feeling how slick it was. I pushed harder, making small circles with my hand. I could feel the pleasure building. I put my feet up on the dash, spreading them wide. I heard his voice say, look in the glove box. I didn't hear the rest.