Want Some Candy Little Slut?

I live in a 99.9% straight neighborhood on the Northeast side of metro Atlanta. Most Atlanta residents would call it "country" but I am only 35 minutes from the gayborhood and the action of the big city. That being said, I am constantly setting people in my area on their ear. I wear colorful clothing, but in the summertime, I wear slutty short shorts. I walk the neighborhood, go to the grocery store, even go out to dinner in them. I love the attention it gets both from the double takes, snickers, looks of disgust, and best of all, the occasional "work it girl" or smiling glance.

Given my choice especially on the hot summer days in Atlanta, Georgia, and with hot legs and a well formed crotch, a pair of short shorts just beg for people to desire to get underneath them to the meat of the matter. Long baggy cargo pants are pants, not shorts.

To me, clothes are something to cover you. We have to wear them to some degree or another because it is the law and people have some sort of issue with seeing other people naked in a non-sexual context. Given my choice, we'd all walk around butt-assed naked except to wear clothing to stay warm when the temperature demands it. So, if I have to wear them, I want to wear what I want to wear, not what somebody else says is fashionable. I have fantastic legs and a butt to go with it, so my short shorts (aka my "come fuck me" shorts) highlight my assets.

A few days ago I was walking in the neighborhood and as I walked toward this house about a 10th of a mile up the road I noticed a average aged, well groomed, gentleman getting home from work and staring at me as he walked toward his home. This wasn't one of those stares of disgust or snickering, this guy kept looking and nearly walked into the corner of his home trying to manage his way up the sidewalk into his side door. I didn't think much of it but I walked past the house and nothing seemed conspicuous so I wrote it off to exuberant curiosity. As I reached the end of the street and began my left turn down the block, I looked back to see the same man standing on his front porch, continuing his stare. Seeming like it was planned, instead of making the left turn I completed a 180-degree turn and started back down the same road as inconspicuously as I could. As I approached the house, the man had stepped just inside his main foyer and had pulled his cock out of his pants and was slowly stroking as he stared.

I stopped in my tracks. I proceeded to walk to the man's front door and he closed the door behind me. With a slight grin on his face he asks in a deep and demanding voice, "Want some candy little slut?" As I approached him, his big hands reached out to my sholders and pushed me to my knees and guiding my open lips to his waiting manhood. As my mouth encompass his cock and begin to service it as he tells me how he has watched me pass by from time to time in my slutty shorts, teasing him. How my ass seduced him to stand there and hang his cock out and how he had been wanting to fuck my face for some time.

Within minutes I could tell he was ready to unload his batter into my waiting throat. He arched his back, and his balls slid up inside his groin and I knew what was next - within seconds his cock was unloading his man milk as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deeper onto his throbbing cock. I sucked and sucked desiring every last drop of his cum as he slowly released my head and pulled his member from my throat and mouth. As he zipped his cock back into place inside his trousers he helped me to my feet and escorted me back outside his home. He thanked me and closed the door.

I continued my walk and mused at what had just happened. How a nice short pair of shorts landed a cock in my mouth from yet another man without having to work for it.