The Woman In Black

She drove home across town, an iridescent glow lighting her way. She worked in the basement, in archives. She saw very few people down there, and even those she did see barely noticed her. All her life had been like that; at school, at social functions. She could have walked naked through a room without anyone noticing her. At least under normal circumstances.

But when the urge came upon her, circumstances were far from normal. And the urge had come upon her now. It was autumn, far from ideal, but she had to do it. For days now it had been building, and this Wednesday the time had come.

At home she ate a quick microwave meal, barely able to restrain herself from going straight upstairs. When she did, she stripped naked in a flash. Her normally unadorned face was transformed by dark cosmetic arts, a variety of powders and paints in five shades of black. She freed her dyed black hair from its tie, letting it flow down to her shoulders.

The issue of what to wear was more problematic. Black stockings and suspenders was a given, but what else? She felt like wearing nothing else, but it was chilly. In the end she decided not to worry too much about that, donning black crotchless panties and nothing else.

Downstairs she slipped into a pair of dark trainers before pulling on her trusty black leather jacket, the one that reached halfway down her thighs. She buttoned it before slipping the few things she needed into the deep pockets.

Back in the car she drove haphazardly at first, but soon decided to head to one of the town's parks. She'd tried her luck there before, with excellent results.

As soon as she was out of the car she unbuttoned the jacket, wrapping it around herself again swiftly. The chilly night air blew up under the jacket, but wasn't the only thing making her nipples stand to attention and her areolae go all pimply. Choosing a footpath running along side a cycle path, she walked briskly before spying two figures ahead of her.

She let the jacket come apart, knowing full well that her full, naked breasts would be sufficiently visible to the people fast approaching. It turned out to be a young couple. Hands in pockets, she couldn't resist giving a little tug to make the jacket open a little more, enjoying the surprise she read in the pair's faces as their eyes slid over her, feeling a little thrill at the same time.

With them behind her, she heard the girl giggle. She turned in time to see the boyfriend fondle the girl's buttocks before they kissed in motion. As she walked on, she imagined what they might do later, imagined that she might have provided inspiration for them later on, for when they got home. She felt a surge of warmth imagining the young man imagining her as he shagged his girlfriend.

Shortly before reaching an underpass under a busy main road (though not quite so busy at this time of night), she turned right along a footpath that ran parallel to the road, shielded from it by trees. A little way down there was a bench on the right. There she rested awhile, sticking her hand into a pocket and extracting her packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

She'd come here because this was where she'd experienced good times before. That was of course no guarantee, but you could always hope. It may be late, but there was always someone, and failing that there were other places, other pleasures.

Almost inevitably, the first to pass was a dog-walking woman. She let the woman pass, legs crossed, jacket folded over her chest. The woman paid her no heed, though the dog sniffed inquisitively in her direction.

Cigarette finished and no other appearances, she moved on. It was uncommonly, unnervingly quiet tonight. Determined to make something happen, she slipped out of the park. She let her jacket hang open as she crossed the busy road on a pedestrian crossing, then headed eastwards along it on the other side. There was a cycle path here, running alongside the pavement, and the few youngish men passing gave her the flicker of a glance, but no more. Finally, spying a fellow pedestrian ahead, she fished her packet of cigarettes out and waited, taking a long time to extract one of the nicotine sticks.

As the figure came closer she tried to sum him up. A student, she would have thought. She could see him looking, yet trying not to look as if he was looking. As he came closer, she purposely got in his way. “Have you got a light?”

He fumbled in his pockets, bringing a small piece of plastic out of one of them and handing it to her. She took her time lighting up, enjoying the feel of his eyes on her. “You can touch if you like,” she said, nonchalantly, huskily, handing the lighter back as she exhaled, smoke filling the space between them. He hesitated, clearly thinking about this as he replaced the lighter. Then his hand reached out, grabbing hold of her right boob.

The chill had taken some of the heat off, but the minute she felt his fingers on her, she began to boil. She waited, taking drags at her ciggie, finally getting to the point where both his hands were squeezing her mammaries, fingers nervously investigating her horripilating areolae. With her free hand she gripped one of his wrists and moved his hand down, letting him discover that her knickers were crotchless.

Cars were passing in the road, the occasional cyclist passed next to them. They could clearly see what was going on, but only looked swiftly in passing, not daring to stop. It turned her on knowing she was seen. The young man's fingers were still moving over her, but not doing very much, as if he was still unsure of himself.

Flicking the cigarette butt onto the pavement, she reached out to feel his crotch. As expected he was hard. That made her warmer and wetter. She was wishing he would do more, but perhaps not here. Besides, this was all up to her.

She grabbed his wrist again, dragging him into the shadows, into a small, convenient alcove surrounded by a low concrete wall. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a police car pass in the road. She'd been lucky, but then she always was. She rested her buttocks on the wall, grabbing the young man's hand and pushing it in between her thighs.

She didn't need to encourage him. This time his fingers dug straight into her. She leaned there, letting his fingers shift inside her, feeling the warm ooze of her own excitement. This was good, this was just what she needed. But there was one thing she wanted more. She put her hands on his crotch, feeling his stiffness, this time wanting it out in the open.

It didn't take her long, she'd had enough practice. A few quick strokes with her hand were enough to make her fully appreciate the nicely proportioned rod. As she leaned forward his hand came away from her pussy, but she didn't care. For the moment she was content to feel the tingle while her lips came down and she felt the full taste of cock meat.

She went down, right the way down. Even as the swollen member filled her mouth she knew that it would serve to feed her hunger rather than satiate it. She moved her lips up and down. Her mouth watered, saliva flowing freely, coating the thick stick. Pre-cum tickled her taste buds as her tongue moved across the glans. Glancing up she saw the man staring down at her almost in shock.

She adored the look. A surge of feral intensity shot through her pussy, but she forced herself to do nothing about it, working her lips back down over the shaft – all the way down. Back up, bobbing her head faster with every stroke. There was no point in dragging this out. She wanted only one thing.

Looking up again, she registered the mesmerised look on the young man's face. There was no way he was going to look anywhere else than where his manhood was engulfed by her lips. She pulled them back up so that they rested just below the helmet. Grasping the slippery organ with her hand she began to tug fiercely on it, letting her tongue slither over the little string underneath. The man gave a sudden grunt-cum-gasp; his body jerking in tandem with his shaft.

She worked her hand faster. She could tell from his rigid body language, the slight expansion of his cock that he was on his way. A slight dribble of stickiness met her tongue. She wanked him furiously, hearing his strained groan and feeling her pussy give a fake contraction of its own. Then he was spurting. Rich jets of semen flew out into her mouth. She'd felt parched, but now finally her needs were being met. The thick, salty seed trickled down her throat. She let it, swallowing hard when at last the young man had delivered all he had to give.

Her back was to him and she was walking away before he'd had time to adjust his clothing. The taste of cum acted as a spur. It made her hungry for more. She headed back into the park, thinking that if nothing happened there she could always drive somewhere else.

But her luck was in. Even as she sat back down on the bench she'd occupied before, she'd seen him, and he'd seen her. She judged his age as upper teens, and she was a good judge of age. She'd seen him before; flashed him, posed, teased. Now she lit a cigarette as he skulked in the trees on the other side of the path.

There was a street lamp directly next to her, and she knew as she opened the jacket wide that he could easily see her full, fleshy fruits. The chilly air was nothing to her now as she spread her legs wide, blowing out smoke as she slid a hand down to her pussy. The taste of cum had gone to her head, and she immediately started sliding her fingers over her pussy lips, grabbing hold of them and giving a squeeze, slapping herself briskly with her eyes on the wild-eyed young man opposite.

The kid watched as she slid her fingers in and over herself, pulling on the thick folds of flesh. Last time she'd contented herself with flashing him, but tonight was different. She couldn't quite make out his face where he stood in the shadows, but knew he was staring intently all the same. Having tossed the cigarette butt away, she pulled her labia apart, opening herself up, offering him her drizzly cunt, to lick, to fuck, to use.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see someone heading her way. She would do nothing to conceal herself she decided. Let whoever it was see her naked, perverted lust. Let them see her wet, horny alter ego. They would never recognize her.

She was disappointed when, for whatever reason, the figure suddenly turned and moved in the opposite direction. To compensate, she rubbed her clit before sliding her fingers down and pushing two of them inside her pussy. Frigging herself, she looked directly at the kid opposite and was rewarded.

She saw him look nervously up and down the path. Then, slowly, he extracted his cock. She could see the dark outline, the silhouette, but little more. Plunging her fingers deeper into herself, she felt her excitement mount as the teenager's hand worked his cock. The taste of cum was intense as she swirled her tongue round her lips. She wouldn't stop now, no matter who came along.

Still plugging herself, she used the fingers on her other hand to tease her nipples into achingly stiff shapes. Then she used the same fingers to beckon to the kid. He looked nervously left and right, but there was a ghostly silence all around now.

He crossed the path with surprising speed, suddenly standing right in front of her, holding his cock, pointing it at her. Without a word she reached out to grab it from him, wanking the stiff rod even as she continued to work her own fingers inside herself. The thrill of it was almost too much to bear, but she was determined to refrain from going all out, hoping she might lure the kid back at some later time.

His hands went to her tits as she continued to work his cock. From the way he touched her she could tell he didn't have much experience, but she didn't care. It was enough to have his cock in her hand, her own fingers stuffed up her pussy, his hands on her tits. Out here in the dark in the open, with a complete stranger. She didn't like relationships, having only experienced them as clingy. This was more like it; nothing mattering but the simple acts of wanking and being groped.

A dog barked. It was up close and the kid tried to pull away. She gripped him hard, feeling the sudden spasms. Sperm was jetting out over her stomach as she registered the shocked expression on a blonde, middle-aged woman's face.

“Come on!” the woman said, almost panicky, tugging on the dog's lead.

The Woman in Black didn't care. All she cared for was milking the kid for all he was worth. The kid who scurried away as fast as the woman and dog had as soon as it was all done. She didn't care. It hadn't exactly gone according to plan, but then she hadn't really had a plan.

Walking back towards the car she felt sperm run down her stomach and seep into her panties. She nodded at the woman with the dog, who she passed on the way; the woman still looking shell-shocked.

Back in the car she opened the glove compartment. The thing she needed was in there; her trusted rabbit. It slid in with no trouble whatsoever. When she was in this mood she could fit practically anything in there. She took care positioning it, fixing it in place against the seat.

Before starting the engine she set the rabbit to rotate lightly. As she drove she could taste the sperm in her mouth, feel the spunk glued to her stomach and soaked into her knickers. Above all, though, the rotations kept her on heat as she drove. The jacket now hid her breasts, but anyone who looked in would be able to tell she had nothing on under the black leather.

She drove to the old docklands where a college had been established for some years now. Her destination was the student pub, or rather a car park a short distance from there, through which students on their way home tended to pass. Switching off the engine she toyed with the dildo, making it rotate a little and vibrate a little from time to time, just to keep herself on the boil. She was luckier than she could ever have hoped for.

It only took a few minutes for a couple to approach from the direction of the pub. They had their arms round each other, pausing at intervals to kiss; hands wandering, seemingly a bit tipsy too.

There were two other cars in the car park, standing side by side, right opposite her own. The couple stopped right in front of her, but not seeing that the car was inhabited. They kissed again, then some kind of discussion broke out. She wound the window down the better to hear, but they were almost whispering, and she couldn't make anything out. At least not until the girl gave an embarrassed giggle.

The boy pulled her towards the cars opposite. Suddenly the girl was on her haunches, leaning back against one of the cars. Her fingers were unzipping her boyfriend, extracting his cock. His hand went to the back of her head, tilting it forwards. In a flash her lips surrounded his cock meat.

This was what the Woman in Black wanted to see! She set the rabbit to both rotate and vibrate as she watched. She would have wanted to flick the lights on to catch the pair in the full glare of the headlamps, but it didn't matter, it was obvious how the girl was stroking her boyfriend's cock as her lips sucked on his thick helmet. Then the girl got in the mood, working her lips faster and more determinedly along her boyfriend's shaft.

The rotations and vibrations were working their magic, and the Woman in Black had to turn the speed down to stop herself from cumming. Someone was approaching, a male student. The couple didn't see him, but he saw them, giving a wolf-whistle in passing, which caused some consternation. The girl appeared to want to move on, but the boy cajoled her: “Please, Jen. It won't take long.”

The girl relented. Suddenly her head was pushed back up against the door of one of the cars. Her boyfriend was pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking her face.

This was too good to be true. The Woman in Black turned the speed on the dildo up a bit. It was just what she wanted. The girl was just sitting there now, her head nailed back against the door. The boy had his hands on the top of the car as he drove his cock back and forth. She felt sure the loud buzz of the dildo must filter across to the pair, but they were far too focused on their own little game to notice.

“Fuck, Jen,” the boy gasped suddenly. “Open your mouth.”

He drew back while his girlfriend opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue. Yes! This was it. As the boy wanked his cock, the Woman in Black switched the rotations and vibrations to full pelt. The climax came at the first spurt of the boy's cum. She sat there, living the violent contractions as the boy wanked off into his girlfriend's mouth.

“You've got some on my jumper,” the girl complained when he was finished. But she didn't seem too put out about it. The pair laughed, the boy stuffing his cock back inside, the girl finding something in a pocket to wipe her mouth with.

Then they were off. The Woman in Black sat there, the dildo still now. But she was not still, not deep inside where unmentionable desires still raged. The climax merely fed into her lust, and she would not be content for a long time yet. Withdrawing the dildo she replaced it in the glove compartment. Then she got out of the car and went to stand between the two cars opposite, where the two students had just had their little fun.

Letting her jacket hang open, she waited. The night air was not even a consideration now. Her body was on fire as she held back in the shadows when a pair of young women passed. But not far behind were a couple of young men, obviously friends.

She waited until they were almost level with her before saying: “Have you got a moment?”

The two of them started. The one gaped as he took her in. The other, after a brief moment of surprise said: “Sorry, doll. We're students. We can't afford it.”

They thought she was a prostitute! She felt her perverse desires envelop her very soul. This was better than she could ever have imagined. She smiled at them, beckoning them in between the cars. “I don't want money,” she said, “but I will be your whore.”

They took a step or two forward, but still seemed slightly dumbstruck. She chose what she took to be the more uncertain of the two, going down on her haunches in front of him and extracting what proved to be a nice-sized rod. Shortly she was slithering her tongue all over it, from base to tip. She'd judged it right. Once his mate was out in the open, the other young man swiftly extracted his own cock.

They'd mistaken her for a whore, and now she behaved like one. Grabbing their stiff cocks she worked them with her hands, leaning in to lash at first one head, then the other, alternating briskly. Soon she was sliding her lips over one, only to move over to slide her lips over the other, feeling the thick knobheads between her lips, wanting only to act the depraved whore.

A shout echoed through the night, an aggressive female voice: “You fucking perverts! You ought to be locked up!”

Sensing the uncertain one trying to pull away as the aggressive female walked on, the Woman in Black pulled him back. “Don't go!” she said. “Just be quick. Give me your cum!”

She had thought there might be mileage in this, but now she knew she had to make every second count. She heard the uncertain one grunt as her lips slid all the way down his cock. That took away his immediate desire to leave. She sucked deep, wanking the other cock in the meantime, working her lips until she felt he was well on the way, then she changed over.

She was still feeling delight at their mistaking her for a whore. So let her be a whore. Let her take their cock meat deep, suck on it hard, work her mouth her hands, their cocks. Let the experience fuel her fantasies for other nights.

A couple passed, but didn't seem to notice what was going on mere feet away. She was sucking on the uncertain guy now, but he didn't seem so uncertain now; or rather, she could tell the signs and was certain he was about to cum.

She shoved her lips right down over him, letting the first spurt shoot straight down her throat. Sensing his delight she pulled her lips up a way, letting the rest of his load gather in her mouth. When he was done, she drooled the sticky substance out, letting it flow over her chin and drips fall on her tits.

She looked up at the other one. “You thought I was a whore,” she said. “Why don't you treat me like one?”

Fortunately he got the message. He grabbed her head, stuffing her drooling face full of hard cock, forcing her to suck on him, fucking her mouth the way she wanted it. Then he was cumming; holding her head in place, forcing her to take a giant load in her mouth. She swallowed some, but forced herself to keep most in place, so that it spurted out when he withdrew his cock, staining her jacket and nylon hold-ups.

It would be wrong to say there was cum everywhere; she'd had stickier nights. But there was enough to satisfy her for the moment. Not bothering about the two men any more, now that she'd got what she wanted, she tottered back to her own car. She would drive her cum-spattered body home and bring herself to a new climax, reliving the evening's entertainment.

Tomorrow she would be the invisible woman in the archives again. And come the evening, she would transform herself into the Woman in Black all over again.