Sunshine Makes Me Crazy

Sunshine that heats up the city is a rarity around these parts, in fact it is gone already.

But we did have two straight days this brand of sunshine. It felt good having sun on my body, heating me up, sitting directly in the full rays watching all the sun dresses walk by and absorbing all that radiating heat.

I sat there, avoiding going back into the library where I would have to deal with the crazies that this kind of sunshine brings out. Just looking, checking out how remarkable women look in the sun– spots fluttering about them as they get closer and closer, their bare legs exposed, their thighs scissoring back and forth, those strappy heels making their calves look strong and long, the way their round asses shift and sway with each step as they walk right past my secret ogling gaze and then disappear into shards of sun that blocks out my view until the next one comes along.

That is when I saw him. A bulk of man, a mess of man. Homeless maybe, a drinker for sure. He had a whole Nick Nolte look going, his faded dirty blond hair was matted and darting out in several direction and he had that burnt sun look to his face. I sat there watching him lumbering his body head my way, the closer he got the clearer my focus became on him.

Like a car accident, or fight– I could not turn away.

He was wearing these loose jeans, they looked way to big for him, except in one area. His cock was bulging and filling the front of jeans. I could easily make his partially erect heavy cock behind his pants as walked. I could easily delineate the round head and shaft that curved to form his thigh as walked. I am quited sure I gasped at the sight and absolutely could not turn away.

He was an monster in appearance, but the thoughts that were circling my head at sight of this bulging flesh in his pants was just too much. How could this monster be blessed with that cock. God dammit, what I would do to that dick, or what it would do to me. I began to imagine him fully erect, pressing against me, kicking my legs apart, yanking my skirt up, pushing me onto the floor forcing my ass to raise into the air and meet his cock, shoving it deep inside my sloppy, now wet cunt. In my mind he fucked me with no regard, flipping me and tossing me, cramming me on top of his engorged meat– in my mental image everything about him is huge, strong– I become nothing but a soaking wet cunt for his giant comic book cock that is ripping me open and invading all spaces– and me, loving every minute of it.

My gaze was glued, I was stuck in this sight and where my mind was taking me. As he approached, his hand reached down to his balls– cupping and then bringing his hand up across his shaft in slow stroke on top of his jeans, then back down to his balls, which he then gave a squeeze to.

He never looked at me, he never saw me– but when he walked buy my slack jaw dropped a little more– I could almost feel the heat coming from his thickened cock, but it that could have been the sun making me crazy.

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