Dating : Wetter Than an Otters Pocket!

But that would change one cold morning when Verna decided to call in sick. She had never called in sick before. She hadn’t been sick. It was a Monday, the 15th of December, there was frost on the window. She picked up the phone and called the desk.

“Hi, this is Verna Ruthford,” she said to the woman in the personnel department. Her heart pounded as she readied the story she had crafted, hoping she would not be caught.

“Hi Verna. What can I do for you?” the woman said curtly.

“Oh. Yes, I’m sick, you see I have a…”

“Ok. Thanks for calling I’ll put you down as out today, thanks,” and the woman hung up.

Verna had spent some time working out the lie. But no one cared, it seemed, why Verna was sick. Female problems, she thought, it would have been female problems. It could have meant almost anything, but by this, Verna meant her menstrual cycle. But it had worked none the less, and she had the day off. She scolded herself for not doing this on Wednesday. There was a big sale then, but it was today. So she would have to make the best of it.

It was 10:30 and Verna hadn’t yet decided what to do with her day. All the days of the week had a specific meaning to her. But now the day had no meaning. What to do. She thought hard. This never produced results before, and none now.

“I’ll take a walk,” she announced to her dog. She thought at first she might take him with her. But his walk wasn’t due until 4:30. The time she usually came home. She didn’t want to disrupt his schedule, just in case he had things he did during the day she wasn’t aware of. So she put on her coat and went downtown.

It was a clear day. She looked at the theater billboard. She had seen all of these already. She did some window shopping. Without the people of the weekend, she could stand right at the glass for as long as she liked, and no one shoved her. She thought about some lunch, and on the way she saw a theater she had never seen before. She had never seen it because she had never come this way.

Verna studied the movies on the board. She didn’t recognize any of them. They seemed to be strange play on words she didn’t understand. One stuck out though, ‘Princess and the Lumberjack.’ She supposed it must be a sort of Snow White story. She bought a ticket and went inside.

The theater was dark, not well maintained, and smelled of smoke. There weren’t many people there, it was a Monday after all. But everywhere sat couples. A few groups were three people, always with a woman sitting in the middle. She couldn’t make out faces. All she knew was she was the only one sitting alone.

The seats were frayed with some burn holes in them. The arm rest likewise had burned from forgotten cigarettes. Verna sat down and waited for the movie to start. She looked at the luminescent face of her Mickey Mouse watch. It should have started already. She decided that on the whole, this was not a well-run theater.

Verna checked her watch again when a man sat down right next to her.

“Hey doll, you have an open dance card?” he asked.

“No,” Verna answered, not really understanding the question.

“Hmmm, your John in the bathroom? You look fresh, ain’t seen you before. Tell you what, I can make it worth your while, How about a fifty?” he said.

“I don’t know anyone named John,” she said.

“That’s my girl. A head for business,” he said. What he did next surprised her. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out a good sized fat cock. Verna’s mouth went dry. She had never seen one before in the flesh. A few times at the library and on a show or two. “Have at it.”

“What?” she said, unable to keep her eyes off his cock.

“You look like you ain’t never seen a cock before doll. Just a hand job. The floor is too sticky to expect a blow job. The movie is starting, maybe we just settle in, and you can take your time,” He said.

Verna could not believe it. He had just sat down and wanted her to touch him. She wanted to, but this was all too much. She hadn’t any idea how to start. He put his arm around her back and held her. “It’s just that I’ve never. I have never done that,” she said.

“What? Jerked a guy off in a theater,” he asked.

“No. Any of it.”

“What kind of hooker are you?” he asked. Verna knew what a hooker was, but why was he calling her one.

“I’m not a hooker. Why would you say that?”

The movie screen flickered to life. The credits, some music followed almost instantly by the black and white image of a young woman. Her mouth stuffed with a cock. As the movie panned back, she was being fucked with something. Something that came to look more like the handle of an axe.

“My god, what’s that,” Verna was shocked, but couldn’t look away. Her mind reeling with the images before her. Her body did things she wasn’t used to when she saw it.

“What did you say your name was,” the man asked, taking his arm back. Verna couldn’t speak. She wanted him to put his arm back. She looked at him and tried to will the words. “Look doll, I think you must have wandered into the wrong matinee, let’s say we just…”

“No. I want to. Really,” she finally willed herself to say looking at that screen. “My name is Verna. Verna Ruthford.”

“Verna, that’s a nice name. You look like a good kid,” he said. “I’m Charles.”

“Call me doll. I like that,” Verna said, and he put his arm back around her. Her hand shook as she took his cock in her hand. It was warm, soft, a strange appendage, but she liked it. This was way better than popcorn and pretending.

“Rub it up and down real slow Verna, I mean, doll,” he whispered in her ear. Verna did as she was asked. She looked at him to see if it was OK. His eyes had a lazy look and he was smiling. “That’s it, doll, you’re getting it.”

To her astonishment, she felt it get thicker and hard in her hand. That made it easier to stroke. She marveled at how the veins started to bulge, how he seemed to breathe differently now. She looked at the screen again, at the girl sucking the cock. She wondered how it tasted. It must be really good given the look on the girl’s face. She looked back at the cock in her hand, straining now as it sat straight up. A drop of fluid at the tip. She touched the tip of his cock with her other hand; the fluid was sticky and warm. It left a string from her finger to his cock as she pulled away.

She felt it between her fingers; it was slick. She looked at the film again. A close up of the girl’s privates, being invaded by another man. Now she felt hot. Her face flushed, and she put her finger to her mouth. The stick fluid was a little salty, but a hint of sweetness. In a moment of brave resolve she sat up and bent down to put his cock in her mouth, like the girl in the pictures.

The first thing she felt was how smooth and velvety the head of his cock felt in her mouth. How his cock got harder and more of the sticky, salty-sweet fluid seemed to come.

“Touch my balls, doll,” he said, and Verna cupped the hairy sack with one hand as she tried to fit the head in her mouth. She felt like she was botching this up pretty good, but Charles leaned back more and put his hand on the back of her head. She liked that he was pushing her onto his cock. It seemed helpful, and it seemed like he was enjoying it, so she let him.

She sucked his cock for a few minutes as he petted her head. She couldn’t see the film now, but she heard the girl’s moan. She looked up at Charles. He looked older than her. A balding man with rough features. She stopped sucking him for a moment, “Can I do that?” She asked.

The reference was to the action on the film; the cock invading the girl. “I want to. I’m wetter than an otter’s pocket.”

“How much more?” was all he asked.

“Nothing, I just want to do it. I’d do it free,” she said. This was Verna’s chance, and she wasn’t going to let it pass by. She had dreamed of a man treating her like a woman since she was a teenager. She imagined it would be on her wedding night, not in a filthy theater in front of a dozen people, but that wasn’t going to stop her.

“I wouldn’t feel right about that. Have you ever done it?”

“No. I haven’t but I want to,” Verna said as he sat up now.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” she said, like it was a dirty thing to say.

“No shit. Are you from a convent or something? Fuck.”

“I’m just not very pretty, never have been. Guys ….”

“Guys are fools. You’re fucking beautiful doll, you got a down to earth look I like. You want I should give you some dick, it would be my honor to be the first,” He said. “Stand up.”

She stood up and Charles reached up under her skirt. His hand felt nice on her girl parts and she felt giddy when he tugged down her panties. She stepped out of them and he put her undergarments in his pockets.

“Sit back, I want to do this right, your first time and all,” he said. She didn’t know what he meant, but he took hold of her naked hips and had her sit on the back of the chair in front of him. Then he lifted her dress and with one foot pushed it so that her legs parted. She was completely exposed to him.

Verna looked around at the others. A few folks were watching, but they were smiling. They seemed to be rooting for her in a way. She suddenly felt something thick and wet touch her pussy and slide up and down. It felt good; it made her gasp and take a hold of Charles’ shoulder.

‘Oh, Oh, wow. What are you doing? That’s great,” Verna said and opened her legs more. Charles licked her hole now and put a short fat finger up inside her as he sucked her clit. “Ohhhh, Oooooo, Yes,” she said and looked down at him kissing her privates, deeply.

“Fuck, you’re wet doll. Turn around,” He said as he got up. The seat of the chair flopped up, and he stroked his cock. It looked huge to her now, bigger than the one in the movie. She wasn’t sure now. “Come on, I’ll be nice. Just bend over and hold on, I’ll do it all.”

Verna got up and bent over as he asked. She gripped the back of the chair hard. She heard that this would hurt, hurt bad. That she would bleed, but she was ready for this. She was past ready. She felt his fingers first, searching for her passage in the dark. “Ooo, Oh,” came out of her mouth as he found it. That wasn’t so bad.

Then Verna felt the head of his cock. Just a little at first, but then he pushed and her pussy lips separated as he did. She felt her hole stretch uncomfortably, a little, then more, then a lot more. “Ahhh, Ahhh, Ouch,” she caught her breath, pursed her lips and tried to breathe. He pushed again, this time it really stung, but she bit her lip and closed her eyes. Charles stopped pushing. What was wrong? didn’t he like it? Verna loved it, the feeling of fullness, a space had been filled she didn’t know she had, and it was wonderful. The stinging subsided.

“You Ok Verna, you want to stop?” Charles said in a kind voice as he rubbed her back. She liked that, him touching her like she was fine.

“I’m Ok. Put in the rest,” she said, wanting him to keep going.

“I hate to disappoint, but you got it all. Balls deep, doll.”

“Oh, Ok. Yeah. I was just saying I want it all, keep going,” Verna said, hoping he would continue. And he did. His hands rubbing her thighs, which tickled and gave her goosebumps. He started pulling out and pushing in. This was unexpected. She knew a cock went in, but this motion, it was divine. It was rough at first, but Verna felt herself stretch and now it didn’t hurt at all. He was fucking her, this is what fucking was, and she fell in love with it immediately.

He reached for her tit and cupped it. Her pussy contracted around his cock as they got into a rhythm and truly fucked now. His other hand reached under her and found her clit. The feeling of him inside her combined with this new magic was all that she could bear. A new feeling came over her as he fucked her deep now. It started in her legs and shot through her belly and onward to her breast. “Ooooo, Oooo, Yes, OOOooooo, Yes, Yes,” and a stream of more guttural sounds she didn’t know she could make came out. His cock got bigger. She liked the feel of it as it slipped in and out of her. Their bodies now making obscene wet slapping sounds as Charles forced all of himself into her. Just a moment later he pulled out, and she felt a hot jet of fluid on her ass cheeks and thighs. It flowed down the crack of her ass, “Ahhh, Ahhhh, Fuck ya, Wow. God, that pussy felt good. Tight.”

“What’s wrong, didn’t I do it OK?” Verna said, standing in a pool of his come.

“You did it perfect doll,” Charles said and pulled his cock back into his pants.

“You didn’t want to do that in me,” Verna felt upset, like when Joe Finch didn’t want to kiss her.

“Didn’t want to knock you up. I figured you wanted me to,” he said, seeing he had disappointed her. He turned her around and pulled her to him.

“I wish you would have,” Verna said, not able to look in his eyes. “But it’s ok. I guess. At least I got to have you a little.”

Charles looked at Verna now. He felt bad for her; he had only done what most girls would want to do. He wasn’t a looker, women only fucked him for money, but with Verna something felt different.

“You want I should walk you home?” he offered.

“Yeah, if you hold my hand,” Verna said. She immediately regretted putting a demand on him. What if he didn’t want to?

“Yeah doll, of course,” he said, and Verna’s heart leapt with joy. She smiled at him and felt the come running down her legs. Charles kissed her. She didn’t expect it, but he kissed her fully. She kissed him back. She expected him to stop, but he kept kissing her until she stopped. Then he walked her home, holding her hand.