Rising with the Dawn

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Rising with the DawnI walked along Watauga Avenue, my bare feet chilled by the damp concrete. Tonya was in Virginia, visiting her mother and I had gotten bored sitting at home alone. It was a rainy, foggy Monday night and there was very little traffic, so I had decided to take a long walk, naked. The only time I’d had to be careful of being spotted was at Church Circle as I left Sullivan Street. For safety’s sake, I had walked around Charlemont Avenue so I could pass behind the churches and bright floodlights.Passing Linville Street, I started really looking at the big houses that lined Watauga. Most of them were huge European designs with pillars, sharply peaked roofs, French doors, or a combination of all three. One particular house had a very Bavarian feel with its sharp angles and arched doors. There was a bench in the front yard. I decided it was as good a place to sit and enjoy the night as any.Reclining on the bench, I listened to the patter of raindrops on the leaves of the myriad surrounding trees. It was a gentle, restful sound. Perhaps too restful, because the next thing I knew I was awakened by the brightness of the rising sun reflecting off a window across the street.Shit! The sun was coming up and I was nearly two miles from home. During the early hours before sunrise, the rain had stopped and the fog lifted. There was no cover except for bushes and trees along the way and none of those for a very long stretch of Sullivan Street. For the moment darıca escort I couldn’t see or hear any traffic, so I began to run, racing down the sidewalk as fast as I could. My luck held out all the way to Sevier Avenue. Then, I ran out in front of a car and had to roll up onto the hood as it screeched to a halt right where I had been, the driver’s eyes wide in shock as I dropped down and continued my run.I was so rattled by the near injury that I missed turning onto Charlemont and ran squarely out into a now traffic-crowded Church Circle. The early shift at Eastman Kodak was obviously on its way to work. Dodging between cars, I ran toward the first cover I could find, a large evergreen tree on the corner of Holston Street. Like a rabbit darting into its burrow I slid up under the downward sweeping branches, vanishing from sight of the confused motorists in the circle.I had a stitch in my side and could barely breathe. I sat against the trunk of the large tree and fought to slow my breathing and massage away the cramp. I was still a mile from the houseFrom my hiding place, I watched the cars entering and leaving the circle. It seemed as if the traffic would never abate. After about an hour, the flow eased and I began to crawl out from under the tree, heading toward Sullivan Street and home.Leaving my cover behind I ran down Sullivan, staying close to buildings and ducking into recessed doorways as I went along. Finally something happened to my advantage. escort darıca I saw Mike’s car coming up the road, I ran out waving my arms and he stopped.Grateful, I ran around to the driver’s side of the car and yanked open the back door, diving into the backseat. I landed on something uncomfortable and looked up to see the glowering face of an older woman I recognized as Mike’s mother and the bemused face of a second younger woman.“Lee,” Mike said nonplussed. “You remember my Mom?”“Yes.” I said meekly. “Hello.”Mrs. Martin continued to glare silently.“The brat beside her is my sister Kit.”“I’m not a brat. Kit snapped. “I’m eighteen!” She turned back to me, her eyes missing my face by quite a distance. “Hello.” She added animatedly.I struggled to get off of the two women and ended up pressed between them, my hands pinned under my thighs so as to make myself fit in a smaller space. Mike glanced over his shoulder.“And this,” He said by way of introduction, indicating an elderly lady who was smiling at me from the front seat. “Is my grandma.”“Hello.” I said, feeling like a total fool.“Nice to meet you young man.” Mike’s grandmother said before turning back to the front. Mike made a motion indicating that his grandmother wasn’t entirely sane. That was fine.Mike’s sister pressed against me, forcing my shoulder to press to her mother’s firmly. Mrs. Martin turned to face the window, determined not to look at me again. I was wishing she would, because then, darıca escort bayan she could have admonished Kit, who was taking advantage of my position and her mother’s determined inattention to satisfy a little of her own curiosity by fondling my penis and testicles.“You heading home?” Mike asked as if my being naked in the center of town was to be expected.“Yes!” I almost yelped, as Kit began to utilize both hands, massaging me to a steely erection. I glanced at her smiling face and she drew her tongue seductively over her upper lip.“Doing anything tonight?” She whispered directly into my ear.“I’m married.” I replied.“So?” She asked with a shrug. Her tongue dipped into my ear. “I give real good head.” She added.Grandma Martin looked back over the seat, her eyes falling to my erection and her granddaughter’s sensual stroking of it. A look of nostalgic sadness crossed her face as Kit’s hands continued their erotic travels over my steely cock. She watched a bit longer then, turned back to the windshield.“Damn, I miss that.” The old woman said sadly.“What’s that grandma?” Mike asked.“Getting my hands around a great big cock.” She added with a sigh.“Oh God, Mother!” Mrs. Martin gasped making sure not to look my direction.“Well, I do.” Grandma Martin lamented.Mike snorted in laughter and despite my discomfort, I found myself chuckling too. Beside me, Mike’s mother huffed.“Aren’t we near this pervert’s house yet?” She asked.“I hope not.” Kit replied, unintentionally getting her mother’s attention. The older woman turned, her eyes falling immediately to her daughter’s hands ministering to my erection. “Oops.” Kit added softly.Mrs. Martin’s ensuing tirade nearly deafened all the rest of us.

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