As you head home you enjoy the relative peace and quiet the morning in the city. So much so that you decide to cut through an area you tend to avoid to save some time.
Rockwell is what the its called and while it doesn't have reputation of being dangerous it does have an infamous one for being focused on erotic activities. You do have some knowledge of it from college as other students often boast about visiting places in it and what they have seen while there.
That bragging is confirmed swiftly as you on each street you walk along or look down there is at least one eye catching sign, unlit neon lights shining in the early sunlight. The familiar smells of alcohol, sweat and even sex mix with vomit and rotten food. However the emptiness of the place eases your mind about going through it.
As you are nearing the edge closest to your house you hear sounds you recognize up ahead, flesh impacting flesh and the breathy groans of sex. As you get closer you realize their are coming from the alley beside a large bar whose sign advertises it's servers skimpy uniforms.
Part of you urges you to keep going in case trouble happens but the Hogbrew still in your system reminds you how hot sex with Kate was and even to see Mum and Trevor going at it. Rising lust wins out as the crotch of pants begin to tent and you peer down the alley.
Only to feel rather mixed emotions as you recognize Zoe being fucked by a pigman you haven't seen before.
Zoe is wearing the uniform of the bar. A white tank top that looks tube top thanks to the big stomach she now has which jiggles with each of the pigman's thrust. A short black skirt is pulled up around a plush and jiggly ass. And on her feet are high heels and long white socks that reach up past her knees to her soft thighs where the pigman grips her.
The pigman is kind of a combination of Butch and Trevor for build, wide and fat but some muscle visible, and probably a few inches shorter. A messy blonde mane of hair falls down to his thick neck. He wears an undone jacket with no sleeves leaving the tattoos on his wide arms visible. While the cargo shorts he evidently wears are around the ankles of his work boot covered feet.
Questions about Zoe flood your mind. Why is she here? How long has she worked here? Sorting through them you wonder if you should just try to talk to Zoe about this at home.
Both are so consumed with what they are doing they haven't noticed you standing there at all. Nor the door a feet from them loudly creaking open and another server steps out with purse in hand.
"Geesh," she says as you lean back to keep from being seen. "Would you two hurry up? I know its the start of your shift Zoe, but you might want to save some energy for later."
You hear a pair of need filled grunts in reply then a few minutes later as the smacking and groaning builds to a climax a squeal and cry of pleasure. Once you stop hearing footsteps and the door creak open again you proceed past the alley.
Glancing down it you see while Zoe and the pigman are gone the other server isn't. She is leaning against a wall alternating between a cigarette and tall beer but hasn't detected you.
You look her over; noting that her tank turned tube top is filled by her breasts whose nipples are poking through the material. A large gut hangs over the front and sides of the waist of her skirt the smooth mass wobbling with each breath. Speaking of her skirt, it only just covers her bulky butt so when she shifts her weight from leg to leg you get a glimpse of the creamy wide orbs underneath. She has definite thunder thighs that bulge over the tops of her knee highs which make her already lengthy legs seem longer.
Not realizing you've been holding your breath you end up gasping and alerting the server. She looks over at you curious for a moment before her gaze moves down and spots the now prominent tenting going on in your pants. The start of smile starts on the corners of her lips and she waves at you with the hand holding the beer can.