He knew better than to think about her in public like that. But the dirty little fantasies were often what got him through the day. They were all disgusting, inappropriate and usually completely perverted. Every once in awhile he got slightly realistic and dreamt up a more romantic encounter, but the great thing about fantasies was that there were no boundaries.

When she walked out of the house in that outfit, that horrible outfit, his dick instantly got hard. Carol wasn't that much older than him, only a few years, but the damn light blue, granny cardigan was giving him some serious MILF thoughts.

She was saying something about him taking a shower and hosing him down. Did she have any idea what her voice did to him? Especially when he was already thinking about what he'd like to do to her. Now here she was being flirty and making him even more aroused than any man should be in public.

He turned and watched her butt as she walked away. "You look ridiculous," he called out. She didn't answer, just kept going, that sweet ass swaying as she walked. Daryl started to stroke his crossbow slowly, cleaning it, but at the same time he was subconsciously mimicking a private male act as his mind drifted off - - -

Carol walked out the door onto the front porch and he looked up. Daryl almost dropped his weapon when his mind registered the sight before him. He stared at her bare feet and his eyes swept slowly up her body. Her legs were exposed almost all the way to the top before he finally caught a glimpse of blue wool. He took the rest of her in quickly and realized Carol was wearing nothing but the blue sweater.

"You busy?" she asked, taking a step towards him. Her ass was half exposed, the sweater wasn't long enough to cover all of it, so when she walked he could see a peek of the little round bulge of flesh he'd always wanted to squeeze - or lick - or bite.

"Um," there was a lump in his throat that was growing like the lump in his pants. "Uh," he tried again. "Should you be out here? Like that?" Daryl looked around but the town was oddly deserted at the moment.

Carol fondled her breasts through the sweater, making it very obvious she was also braless. "Deanna called a town meeting." She moved between his legs and lifted the crossbow from his hands. When she turned and bent over to set it down Daryl felt a ripple of desire race through his body, culminating at his cock, making it twitch. Her hips were wide and her ass was a thing of absolute perfection. Daryl had seen an ass or two in his life, in all honesty there were a lot of stripper asses in his comparison chart, but none could hold a candle to the one on display mere inches away from him.

He tried not to be audible with his disappointment when she stood up. "You shower yet?" she asked, undoing the top two buttons of her sweater. Daryl shook his head. "Good, I like dirty boys," she purred. "And I want to be fucked. Now." She had a look in her eyes that basically said 'you fuck me now or you die' and it was so sexy he could have sat in a corner whimpering.

Daryl reached out and ripped open the sweater, then let it fall off her shoulders and arms. She was naked. This beautiful sexy creature stood before him, begging with her eyes to be fucked hard. Her tits were perfect little perky things, even better than he'd imagined. So many times he'd jacked off while imagining he was blowing hot cum all over those titties, and now he knew what they looked like - for next time. Or maybe this wasn't just a one time thing. Maybe he wouldn't have to furiously rub one out because he'd spent too long thinking about her anymore. Maybe her pussy would be there anytime he wanted it from then on. Or maybe not. Daryl decided he better not take too long to think about it or she might find someone else to give her what she wanted.

"What are you waiting for?" she snapped. "I told you back in Atlanta that you're a man now. Don't tell me I was wrong? Show me what you've got." One of the biggest changes he'd seen in Carol was that she didn't pull any punches anymore. She knew what she wanted and she didn't need anyone's permission to take it, or do it. Her sights were set firmly on his dick and who was he to not give Carol exactly what she wanted?

Daryl jumped down off the railing and moved around behind her. With one hand he undid his belt and pants, letting them drop to the ground. At the same time he moved her into position with the other hand, bending her over at the waist. Carol reached out and grabbed the railing for support and she waited. He shoved a hand inside his tattered underwear and pulled out his dick. Going for months on end without sex, only masturbation, meant he got an instant hard on practically every time he saw her - even when she was fully clothed. It wasn't surprising that his erection was full blown, raging and pulsing in his hand as he stared at her. He could see her anus and had to resist the urge to just shove his dick up her ass. Maybe next time, Daryl thought, letting his eyes move just a little lower.

Carol was getting impatient. "Fuck me already," she said, giving him a dirty look over her shoulder. Daryl reached out and spread her lips with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the wet, darker flesh inside. It had been so long since he'd tasted a woman. He could have dropped to his knees and buried his face between her ass cheeks, but he was scared he might piss her off. Carol wanted dick. She wanted her pussy filled with rock hard cock.

Daryl spread her wider and shoved a couple fingers up inside her. He could feel her slick, hot, slippery juices on his fingers. He withdrew and lifted them one at a time to his mouth, sucking off her delightful liquid. Carol was watching him, clearly turned on by what she was seeing.

The taste of her, the look on her face, the smell of sex swirling around him - it was dizzying, but Daryl fought off the shakiness, grabbed his erection and guided the tip inside her. He squeezed around the base of his dick and watched the veins bulge, before letting go and shoving all the way inside her in one swift motion with a little grunt.

She was so tight, wrapped around his cock, and so wet, just like he'd imagined she would be. Daryl could still taste her inside his mouth, sweet and unique, and something he knew he would crave more of. He closed his eyes and focussed even more on how it felt as he started to move his hips, pulling back and pushing deep, giving Carol what she'd been begging for. He sped up and could feel his balls getting tight already so he slowed again, pushing so deep into her it drew Carol up onto her tiptoes.

Suddenly something caught his attention and his eyes snapped open when a familiar voice spoke. "Daryl? Daryl? What are you doing?"

"Daryl? What are you doing?" The fantasy evaporated. Cockblocked even in his dreams. Rick was giving him a strange look.

Daryl jumped down from his perch on the edge of the porch and quickly brushed by Rick, heading inside the house. "I was just headed for the shower," he called back.

He made a beeline for the bathroom and quickly shut the door, locking himself inside. Fuck, I really need to stop doing that, Daryl thought. No way he was ever going to stop fantasizing about Carol, but he really needed to make better choices as to when and where his fantasies were occurring.

Daryl stripped off his clothes and wrapped a hand around his stiff cock, sliding it up and down a few times. Might as well finish this off, he thought, stepping into the shower for the first time in weeks. Getting right back into his fantasy Daryl decided it might have been the best shower he'd ever had - alone.