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Mary's Stranger
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
You have been to a dark, smokey pub. You met a woman there who
fascinated you beyond belief. She has your interest in history, art,
and music. The club is quite dark. You sit there listening to her
melodic voice. You realize that you don't quite know what she looks
like. You know the shape of her head, but the combination of darkness
and no light gives you the feeling of talking on the phone. She spends
most of the evening talking to you. It is near closing when she
invites you to her apartment.
You are quite aroused, but having just met her, you prefer to keep a
bit more distance. You refuse. She walks you out to the street where
your cars are parked. When you round the corner of the main street,
she turns you and kisses you. You are only a bit surprized. You
respond warmly. Her hands run up and down your back. You are finding
yourself responding much more than you had intended. She again invites
you to her apartment. Again you refuse. She continues embracing and
kissing you, her tongue on your lips and teeth, dancing with your own
drives you wild. She runs her hands down to your bottom. You push
your bottom to her hands as she kneads your cheeks. You know that she
must eventually stop. You are on a streetcorner. She will eventually
give up. You are terribly aroused, but you refuse to go to her
apartment, to the apartment of a woman who you just met. She talked to
you for three or four hours in the smokey club. She was never a very
clear image, and you can hardly see her at all in the dim distant
streetlights. Her image is nearly all voice. You know much of her
attitudes, but you are not sure that you could pick her out of a crowd
in daylight.
On the other hand, you can not remember being this attracted to a woman
so shortly after meeting her. She rubs your breasts through the
material of your blouse. You find yourself pushing them to her hands.
You are sure she will stop soon, but you are enjoying it while it
lasts. You have decided that you will not go with her to her apartment,
no matter what. That should make you safe. Your refusal is on your
lips as she again asks you to go to her apartment. She runs her hands
under your skirt. Her hand first rubs you through the thin material of
your panties and then slides her finger under the leg of your panties,
tickling your mound. Her other hand pulls your blouse out from your
skirt. With great difficulty, kissing you all the while, she pulls
your blouse free and then reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra.
Pushing the cups of your bra up, she runs her hands over your breasts.
Her hand rubs your exposed mound. Her mouth is on your breasts, moving
from one nipple to another. She tugs down your panties, sucking your
breasts all the while. You step out of them as they hit your ankles.
She brings both hands to your breasts, moving her mouth to yours. You
are terribly aroused. She again asks you to go to her apartment, and
without doing anything to stop her exploration of your body, you again
refuse. You know that she will stop in a moment. She is just as
nervous as you are about being on a dark city street this late at
night. She leans you against the car. You feel a bulge pressing into
your thighs. She continues to play with your breasts, her tongue
possessing your mouth. She sets go of one breast and reaching down,
unzips her fly. She takes your hand and places it on the moulded
plastic.. You do not resist but neither do you let go when her hand
leaves yours and reaches for your so very wet slit. Her fingers run up
and down your slit, from your clit (where they stop momentarily) to
your wet hole. You find your hips moving to her fingers, and after a
moment realize that without thinking about it, you are stroking the
dildo.
Her fingers are busy on your breasts and slowly running up and down
your slit. She has you at a peak of erotic excitement that you have
not reached in some time, and that you have never reached IN PUBLIC.
You have seen the odd set of headlights on the cross street, and now
for the first time a car turns down your street. For a second the two
of you are full in its lights and then you are in near total darkness
again. You were struck with fear of discovery, but then the fear and
the excitement blended together, helped by her constant stroking of
your clit. The whole time the car was turning and going by she
continued to use her fingers on your sex. Your hips are rocking back
and forth to the command of her fingers. You can't ever remember
wanting it this bad before, and knowing its not possible to do it. You
can now see another couple getting into their car not 60 feet away.
They seem to take only the mildest interest in you.
She slides a finger into your wet hole, making you moan, attracting
their attention. They turn toward you, trying to make out your image in
the darkness. Her back is to them, so you are the only one to see.
Both of them stare at you, but it is so dark they are not quite sure
what they are seeing, but you know that your breasts are exposed, you
know that if they come closer, you would be unable to stop her in time
to cover your pubic mound. The couple stays next to their car as if
uncertain as to what to do. She turns you so that you can't see them.
You now face the car. Your breasts flatten against the cold car's
metal. She pulls your panties all the way down.
Your legs spread with no conscious thought. Your body responds on its
own. She reaches around and again grasps your sex. Her fingers tickle
your clit. You feel her hard organ press against your ass. You hear a
small sound from the couple. Before you can say anything to her, she
enters you. You are on a public street. Leaning against a car, in
full view of another couple. Making love .. ... and loving it. She
had finally stopped asking you to go to her apartment. She had also
bent you over the hood of the car, pressing your sensitive breasts
against the cold metal, hiking up your skirt, spreading your legs. She
had entered you as her hand had grasped your clit. Between the
sensation of fullness, the sensation of her hand on your clit, rubbing
away expertly, and the sensation of having your exposed nipples and
stomach pressed against the cold car, you was nearly out of control.
You stopped caring that there was a couple that could probably see you.
You have stopped telling herself that they couldn't see. You have
stopped thinking about them. you are only thinking about your body and
it's sensations. Your back was to the couple. You can't tell if they
were watching you or entering their car. Your back is to her. You
can't even see the outline of her face anymore. It was like being
made love to by a ghost... all sensation, no reality. You were bucking
back to her when the car's lights caught you. You are bent over the
hood of the car. She is in you as deeply as you can remember ever
being loved. Your shirt is open, your skirt hiked up over your hips.
You had stopped caring about being seen by the couple at the other car,
when the headlights caught the two of you in their beam. Your milky
white breasts show clearly (you are sure) as the car slows in its turn.
Her hand has never relinquished possession of your clit, and continues
to stimulate you the entire time. You can only react to what is
happening; the danger of being seen by the passers-by; the spotlight
from the car; the cold metal on your tender breasts and stomach; The
cock buried in your pussy; the hand rubbing your clit in time to the
shafts plunges... You are overwhelmed by the sum of it; simultaneously
you have one of the strongest orgasms you can remember... In the car
lights On a public street As people watch; Taking it from behind bent
over a car by a woman who is a voice who's face you can barely
remember--
And you love it.
The car continues on its way. It seemed to slow for a moment, but you
can't be sure they noticed you. You look back at the couple. They
seem bothered by your stare and quickly get into their car and leave.
She continues to make love to you. As she reaches orgasm, you join
her; calmer now, but somehow sweeter.
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