I see you in the late evening returning home from work. You are dressed in a short skirt, heeled shoes, and a thin, strapped top. You reach your front door but drop your keys. As you bend down to pick them up, your skirt rides up and exposes even more of your shapely thighs, and the curve of your tight, pert bum.
I remember seeing you a couple of nights ago in a bar. You were sat with a group of friends. You were by far the prettiest of the group. Your golden skin shone, and your almond eyes sparkled with excitement. On that occasion, you were wearing a short dress, and black ankle boots. I longed to know what was underneath.
I could see that you were the most popular of the group with the guys. I lost count of the amount that flirted with you, and sometimes you would stand up and embrace them. You laughed enthusiastically at their jokes, and leaned forward; giving them a glimpse down your low cut dress. Once, I saw you stand up and grind your ass into a guy's crotch in time to the music that was emanating from the speakers as he held you. When they wanted more you gracefully batted every proposal aside.
I thought I saw you looking at me at one point, and I could swear that you smiled at me as you made eye contact from a couple of feet away. However, I could not work up the courage to say hi. After all, why would you be interested in someone who is almost twice your age? Instead I admired you from where I was sat, and tried to remember where I had seen you previously.
I ordered another round of pints for myself and my friends. I also asked the barman to pour a drink and send it over to you. I told him not to say who it was from. When he took the glass of rum and coke over, you said thanks and asked who bought it. Before the barman could answer, a guy who was stood nearby said, "I did, babe. You can thank me later." He gave his mates a cheeky wink as he moved towards you. I watched as you put your arms around him and kissed him on the cheek to say thank you. He gave a thumbs up 'I'm in there' sign to his friends who responded by cheering.
Your body language immediately changed as you folded your arms, and crossed your legs. The guy tried talking to you, but you made him know that you weren't interested. I'm not sure what you said to him, but he went soon after and stormed out of the pub, humiliated.
Then I remembered where I had seen you last. You live a few roads away from me, and I saw you a couple of weeks back. You were stood looking at some damage that had been done to your car. It looked as though someone had driven into the side during the night, and then left without leaving any details. You were talking angrily on the phone to the police.
"Hey, Leah. Are you coming, or what?" I heard one of your friends shout.
"Yes, I'm coming," you replied as you got unsteadily to your feet.
As you slipped off the stool, your skirt slid higher and exposed the cheeks of your ass. You were either wearing a thong or no underwear at all. I felt my cock involuntarily jump in my jeans at the thought. I watched you walk out of the door into the warm night, and you were gone.
Now I find myself walking home from work after visiting the same pub, and I see you again. Maybe it's fate, maybe it's provenance. Maybe it's foretold in the stars, or deigned by the gods. What should I do? I think to myself. Should I go up to you? Or should I just walk on? There are too many options. Before I know what I'm doing, I am walking up the path towards you. You have your mobile phone in hand, and you're using the light from the screen to search for something on the ground. As I come closer I can see that your short skirt reveals that you aren't wearing anything underneath.
My mouth goes dry, and my heart rate increases as I contemplate my options. You haven't seen me so I could back out, and go home. Or....
I have no rational explanation for what happens next. Perhaps I have been emboldened by drinking on an empty stomach. I walk up to you.
"Are you okay there?" I ask and crouch down next to you.
"No. I've lost my front door key," you reply with annoyance.
"Do you need some help?" I ask. Not waiting for an answer, I drop my hands down to the floor, brushing your bare ass cheeks. You react immediately to my touch.
"Wh-who are you?" you stammer.
I note that you don't move, although I can feel your body tense. "I'm Alex. I saw you in the pub the other night," I reply, my heart pounding through my chest.
"Have you followed me?" you question turning your head round to look at me. Still, you don't move as I run my hands over your ass, and down to the warmth of your pussy. I run a finger over your lips, and find them wet. I slip one, then two fingers inside of you. I sense a reluctance, but you don't object.
"No, I haven't followed you. I am on my way home from work, and this is one of several routes I can take," I say breathlessly continuing to fuck you with my fingers. All feelings of awkwardness are replaced by pure lust. You start a rocking motion in time with my movements. A small gasp escapes your lips.
"What do you want?" you ask, your breath catching slightly in your throat. You look around to see if there is anyone in the street outside. There are lights on in the surrounding houses, but all the curtains are drawn.
"I saw you flirting the other night. I want to know what a slut you can be."
You turn around to face me, and I stand up. "Mmmm, you're bad," you utter huskily, and eye the bulge in my jeans.
You waste no time in unbuckling my belt, and unbuttoning my jeans; letting them slide to the floor. The change in my pockets makes a loud clink as it hits the concrete path. You hook your fingers into the waist band of my jockey shorts, and slide them down my thighs, freeing my hard, eight inch cock.
You wrap your fingers around my shaft, and gently begin to stroke me. Your cool hands wrapped around my member feels amazing. I watch as you move your head towards me, and I feel your warm, wet mouth engulf my cock, until you reach halfway down my shaft. Then you bring your head back, and slowly slide your tongue over the underside, until you reach the sensitive tip.
I glance over my shoulder, and see a passer by across the street. He has stopped, and is looking right at us. I think about telling you, but I'm reluctant for you to stop, so I let you carry on.
Your mouth envelops me as I thrust in and out. Your lips form a tight seal around my thick shaft. "Mmmm," I hear you groan as the head of my cock almost touches the back of your throat. A string of saliva hangs from your chin, and you place your hands on my thighs. I exit your mouth with an audible pop, and my erection springs back, rigid.
You look up at me as you stand upright, your eyes watering a little. You look over my shoulder, and see the stranger, who is a well built guy in his early to mid twenties. He looks as though he has been out for a late evening run. He's dressed in a vest that has a V shaped sweat stain on his chest. You can see his hand moving rapidly under his track suit trousers. You bite your lower lip, and put your arms around my neck as you face me. "Wh-who is that?" you whisper nervously.
"I have no idea," I reply. "He seems to be enjoying the show. Let's give him something to remember." I kiss you deeply, and taste my pre cum in your mouth.
I hold your hips and spin you around to face him. Once more I have unfettered access to your pert ass, but instead I slide the straps of your top, and bra over your shoulders. Your top hangs loosely at your waist, but your bra is held in place by the fastening. I waste no time in unhooking it, letting it fall to the floor in a pile of wire and lace. Your golden skin shimmers underneath the street lights as you stand totally exposed.
The stranger's movements have slowed a little as he looks at your perfect breasts and erect nipples. I gently lift your short skirt and place my hand between your ass cheeks. I slowly slide it down over your tight, brown hole. I find your warm, moist cleft with my middle finger, and gently massage your lips and clitoris. I can tell that you are enjoying it as you lean forward slightly and press back against me wanting more.
I take my erect cock with my free hand and repeat the movement. I hear you make a sharp intake of breath as it passes over your tight hole, leaving a trail of pre cum in its wake. I feel your tight pussy lips against the head of my cock, and I stand for a moment savouring the sensation. "God, Leah," I breathe. "You are amazing."
You bend over further, gripping the low wall in front of you, as you simultaneously thrust back against me. I enter your tight pussy with ease. I feel you shiver as your body becomes accustomed to my thickness inside of you. I start to slowly pump in, and out of you. The evening air makes your juices on my cock seem cold whenever I pull out.
"Oohhh," I hear you moan as you pinch your nipple between thumb, and forefinger. You maintain eye contact with the stranger. He has pulled his cock out of his trousers, and is vigorously masturbating. His cock isn't as long as mine, but it does seem to be a bit thicker. You bite down on your bottom lip, and motion him to come closer.
You extend your tongue, and lick the shiny tip of the strangers penis, causing him to groan. I feel your muscles clench around me, making you even tighter. My cock slides out of your well lubricated pussy, and you stand upright. You grab my hand, and lead me to the secluded side of the house. The stranger follows.
You get down on your hands, and knees. I position myself behind you, and the well built stranger kneels in front of you, still stroking his hard cock. I thrust into your tight, wet pussy once more. "Unhhh," you groan. "Fill my tight pussy with your cock. Fuck me, Alex," you manage to groan before your mouth is filled again.
The stranger pushes into your mouth, but you cannot control how deep he goes. As he steadily fucks your mouth his expression changes to one of ecstasy, and I can tell he is unloading into you. This pushes me over the edge, and my movements quicken.
I spread your ass cheeks, and gently probe your asshole. You arch your back, and push your ass in the air. I'm nearly there. I feel my balls tighten, and with one final thrust I coat the inside of your pussy with sticky, white cum. I feel you clench your walls around me as I shoot rope after rope of semen inside of you. I open my eyes and realise that you are using one hand to vigorously rub your clit.
"Oh, oh I am fucking cumming," you cry as your pussy pulses around me, draining the last few drops from my shaft. Satisfied, the stranger stands up, and walks away. He gives nothing more than a perfunctory nod.
As my orgasm ebbs away, I withdraw from you. A stream of cum follows, running down the back of your leg. You stand up, and walk back to the front door. You grab your bag, and produce your door key.
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