Red, Windy City Heat

I want to fuck this redhead from the marketing department. I'm not normally partial to redheads; they're the fantasy subjects of sandbox dreamers, losers, and man-children. This one, her hair is a dark auburn, not fire red thank god. Every morning when I walk into work and swipe my badge, she either trails or blazes my trail down the sidewalk into work from the parking lot. I particularly relish the days when I'm on the trailing end. She gives me these "come-hither" eyes as we join at a fork in the sidewalk, with gorgeous, almost slutty mascara-painted eyelashes. I get to stare at her pert ass on the days that I follow, and watch it as she climbs the stairs towards marketing, looking back at me and down at her ass on special occassion, sporting a naughty smirk.

This all brings me back to 1987, when all the commie rags of several of my friends were ripe with the trials and tribulations of several General Motors automobile manufacturing workers in Flint, Michigan -- such stories were a daily or semi-daily occurrence in these gazettes. I lived in Urbana, Illinois and attended the University of Illinois. At the time, I was a staunch left-liberal, who only wished that industry would be "kept in check". My aforementioned friends, well let's just say that they referred to me as "The Conservative". It has always been my opinion that surrounding oneself with diverse opinion is a staple of a Free Society, and that is how I met Seija, the Finn with auburn hair.

Seija was the oldest of three immigrant children, and she had lived in the United States of America from the age of fourteen. At the time I had been introduced to her at a Democratic Socialist reading circle, she was nineteen years of age, had a delicious hourglass figure and perfect C-cup breasts. We hit it off pretty quickly the night of June 18, the very evening we met. As evening progressed on and twilight fell upon the city, we sat on a downtown park bench and kissed, slowly at first. We kissed yet more passionately, my tongue slid between her tongue and her teeth, back and forth, to the back of her throat, between her lips and her teeth, and under her tongue. We went to her parked car and continued on, our tongues sloshing around and colliding softly, as she straddled my frontside. I reached into her shirt and groped her large bosom, massaging them and working my fingers in between her supple breast and the bra as to massage her sensitive nipple. As she began to grind my clothed erection, I sucked on her neck as I removed the bra from her and pulled it out of the sleeve of her t-shirt hastily tossing it to the floor of the aged Chevy Impala, and proceeded to suck on her milky tit as I exposed it through the bottom of the shirt. I roughly tongued her nipple and lightly bit it until she let out a moan of pleasure.

She grinded my cock for minutes as we continued our exchange of saliva and moaning and she worked herself into the sitting position; her legs were spread as she invited me to assume the position she was in minutes earlier. I unbuttoned her pants as we continued grinding and panting, and I reached down to fondle her clitoris through her panties which were damp with vaginal juices; I caressed it in a slow rythmic pattern. Slide up, slide down, as she thrust her hips with every downward stroke. She reached around to my backside, pushed her hands down into the ass of my Jockey underwear and began to fondle my asshole, which was thick with hemorrhoids, an unfortunate side-effect of the cigarettes I used to smoke. As I kissed her neck passionately and began to form a hickey on her neck, she sucked on her left index finger and covered it in a thick coat of saliva, and began to fuck my asshole with her finger, sliding in and out, applying most pressure on the largest part of the 'rhoid cluster closest to my tailbone, causing me to wince in agony and moan with ecstacy. We fucked in unison, grinding progressively faster and faster as I rubbed her clit, and she tapped my prostate, the large hemrrhoid popped as I cried out during this most blissful of agonies, and we came simultanously.

I saw Seija on several other friendly occasions after that, we smiled and tongue-kissed for a few hours on one more occassion. Sadly, she stopped attending the reading circle, and I gave up a few weeks later as well. I never saw sweet Seija again. I hope I can fuck the redhead from marketing, I think I'll ask her out to the bar tomorrow.