My Anonymous Lover (Forbidden Fantasies 57)

“Yeah, but you’re the candidate!” Ginny giggles. “I find it hard to believe that people wouldn’t notice your absence.”

I merely grin.

“Trust me, honey, that’s how these events work. Very few people in attendance at most political events actually care about the economy or even politics in general. You know how these things go. People like to show up to give themselves something to do or to talk about later on. Some of them are concerned citizens, don’t get me wrong, but a lot of folks just like to see and be seen. It’s a status thing for them,” I chuckle.

Ginny laughs, and seems to relax a little. She clears off an ottoman and then sits down, perching daintily on the small footrest. Then, I decide to get down to business.

“So you asked if we’ve met before, and I think the answer to that question is a definitive yes.”

She tilts her head. “I’m sorry?”

I nod.

“Earlier, you asked if we’d met before, and I think we have.” That’s when I take a deep breath and seize her gaze with my own. “I believe we might know each other from a truck stop in Finlandia.”

Ginny’s blue eyes go wide, and her mouth opens and closes a few times without any sounds coming out. She’s utterly dumbfounded for a moment, and then a small, unintelligible gurgle comes from her throat.

“Finlandia?” she manages in a whisper.

I nod.

“Yes, I think so,” I say with determination in my voice. “The glory hole in the men’s restroom. What did you say you do for a living again?”

She’s still staring at me, that big bosom heaving.

“I didn’t say.”

I nod.

“That’s what I thought. But occasionally, I like to find relief anonymously, and I happened to stop at that truck stop in Finlandia about a week ago. It was you, wasn’t it? The gorgeous woman who took me in her mouth and then sat down on my cock. I’d know you again anywhere.”

Ginny’s cheeks are tinted pink at this point, and she goes bright red as she averts her gaze and looks down at her hands.

“Are you sure?” she whispers with a nervous laugh. “I mean, glory holes are usually anonymous. You don’t even see the person on the other side.”

I nod.

“That’s true, and I didn’t get a great look, but I did catch a glimpse of my partner through the hole. She was beautiful, with the same long, dark hair as you, as well as the same deep blue eyes. In fact, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her ever since that encounter,” I growl.

She stammers a little, wringing her hands.

“But lots of women have black hair and blue eyes,” Ginny murmurs in a low voice. “It’s not that uncommon.”

I shake my head.

“Yes, but not a lot of women have that same smooth and silky skin, the beautiful lips, and the lush breasts. It’s you, isn’t it, honey? I have a strong feeling that it is and I’m usually right about these things. I think you know the answer to that question too.”

Ginny blushes even more.

“Yes, but – but –” she stammers.

I smile savagely. “No ifs, ands, or buts, honey. My intuition in generally pretty accurate about these things, and my gut feeling is almost never wrong.”

She looks up swiftly.

“But if it’s just intuition, then you could be wrong,” she interjects quickly. “I’m not saying that you are or aren’t, I’m just saying,” she finishes somewhat lamely. Yet I’m not intimidated and lean forwards, my blue eyes flashing.

“Yes, but I’ve never fucked a woman with such a perfect pussy in my life,” I rasp. “It was tight, hot, and unbelievably juicy. And I’ll never forget the feeling of having your cunt quivering around my cock while you came. Those tiny ripples? That moan of pleasure? I just need to feel the squeeze of your slit on my shaft once again, and once it’s done, I’ll know for sure if it’s you.”

“Oh my God!” Ginny squeals. “Are you serious?”

But I know the woman’s aroused even though I’ve been vulgar.

“I’m very serious, sweetheart. Let me show you just how serious I am.” Then I stand up with a growl, before pulling her up too. In one swift movement, I’ve spun Ginny around, and pushed her to lay face down on the bed.

“Mmph!” she whimpers, trembling with surprise. “Ohhh!”

Things happen fast. My hands are shaking as I fumble with my zipper, and then I’m shoving her dress up to reveal the creamy mounds of her ass with a tight red thong buried deep within the cheeks. Oh shit, she’s wet and her swollen folds glisten in the low lights as she moans into the mattress.

“Off,” I grunt. “Now.”

With that, she reaches back and plucks her g-string out of her ass, strapping it over one cheek and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her two sweetest spaces. Not just that, but her pretty pink pussy looks so fucking good that I have half a mind to bury my face in it right now. But that will have to come later because at the moment, I’m hellbent on getting my cock into Ginny again. Slowly, I notch my head at her pulsing opening, and she moans into the mattress, her hands scrabbling at the coverlet. Then I ease forwards as those pussy lips split, encircling my shaft.