I really don’t like to mess around with married men, although I do make exceptions occasionally. Trailer John was one of these exceptions. He was an unhappily married man who described his sex life frequency as “once a quarter”. I saw him on a dating site and was immediately impressed by how good looking he was (this is online dating after all). Having nothing to lose, I contacted him suggesting we meet. He was game and we made plans to meet for dinner the next week.
He was a sales person so he gave me a heads-up that he would be towing a trailer that carried his wares, since he was coming from a sales call up north. When we met, there was an instant attraction and we hit it off immediately. It was one of the few people I’ve met in my life where there was an instant connection and our senses of humor were perfectly in sync. It was like we had known each other for years.
We had a great dinner and our conversations fed off either other. As we ended the evening, he suggested (or perhaps it was me…), we take a look inside his trailer. We entered the trailer and no sooner than the door closed, when we immediately started going at it. He pushed all the equipment off the counter with one arm swipe and lifted me onto the counter, taking off my jeans and started eating me out. I was amazed at the smoothness factor of this transaction (it happened in mere seconds it seemed), but I was even more amazed by how good he ate pussy. After enjoying myself for probably too long, I felt the need to reciprocate, so I kneeled in front of him, unzipped his pants and took him in my mouth and sucked him off almost instantly. I was surprised he came so quickly but I suppose once a quarter, what do you expect! After that event, I christened him with the nickname “Trailer John”.
Trailer John and I carried on for many months. I would get a call about once a month usually on his way back from sales calls when he could fit me in. He would come over and we would fuck. It was actually a joke between us because he never lasted very long. He would always apologize and say “I don’t know what you do to me!”. I didn’t mind actually. He was such a great guy and I’m all about helping people out, especially those in need of a fuck.
We had one final encounter which interestingly enough was in the same place we began our trysts – in his trailer. Life was not going well for him – he was in the midst of a divorce and his beloved dog had died of cancer. I could tell he really needed a good fuck, so I agreed to meet him on a Saturday afternoon. He had his trailer, so we met in a movie theater parking lot. I wore a super short skirt, no panties and knee-length black boots. I knocked on the trailer door almost timidly because I was terribly nervous we were going to get busted. It was broad daylight and we were in a very conspicuous place after all. Trailer John, upon seeing my ensemble, proceeded to absolutely fuck my brains out. I kept thinking someone was going to knock on the door and see what we were up to, but it was all good. That was part of the excitement of the encounter – getting busted! As I exited the trailer completely disheveled with this serious “after-fuck glow” going on, no longer was I nervous. In fact, I was grinning ear-to-ear and feeling absolutely giddy. We had just had this amazingly hot tryst in a movie theater parking lot in broad daylight!
Not sure what happened to Trailer John. I imagine he’s remarried by now. I still think of him fondly and wish him only the best.