5 comments/ 10574 views/ 0 favorites Stolen Encounter By: Fles I leave the office and walk to your car, where you kiss me chastely (so as not to arouse suspicion - you never know who might be looking) before pulling away from the kerb. As we round the corner, you stop the car once more and we lean together and kiss deeply. You run your hand up my thigh, caressing my growing erection through my jeans, as I massage your delicious breasts under the light covering of your blouse. Eager to be alone, we break apart and you continue to drive towards my apartment, while I reach over to stroke your legs, lifting the hem of your skirt to caress the naked skin of your thighs. Unable to contain out passion, we once again pull-over at the side of the road somewhere outside town, and recline our seats fully. You open the front of my jeans and lean across to take my bulbous cockhead into your mouth, licking around the ridge of my glans and sucking delicately, fondling my swollen balls. As I enjoy your ministrations, I open the front of your blouse, spill your delectable breasts over the cups of your bra, and fondle and massage their fullness, rubbing, twisting and gently pinching your large nipples. We are acutely aware that we must be visible to passing traffic, but continue regardless, the thrill of the danger of discovery adding an extra dimension to our excitement. You raise yourself up on your knees so that I can rub you through the front of your soaked thong, relishing their moistness, before reaching inside to massage your sweet, dripping pussy - my thumb searching out and massaging your erect clitoris, my fingers plunging deep within you. As your orgasm overtakes you I gasp, unable to contain my own excitement, and unleash my salty load into your sweetly pursed lips. You move your head back and swallow, trailing dribbles of hot spunk from my spent erection over your cheek, before moving up and kissing me open mouthed, ejecting the tangy remnants of the flood onto my tongue as we embrace. Hastily, we re-arrange our clothes and continue our journey to the village, where you park and we hurry on foot to my apartment. Once inside, the door slammed hastily behind us, I take you in my arms and we kiss deeply once more. I run my fingers down your spine to fondle the buttocks of your generous derriere as you squeeze me tightly, then you push me against the wall and strip me hurriedly, almost ripping my boxers away from my bulging manhood, before pushing me onto my back on the floor to lay gazing up at your majestic figure as you strip to your underwear before pulling your gusset to one side and lowering yourself onto my once more straining erection. I gasp as I enter the soft folds of your sweet pussy, and you lean forward onto me, pressing your magnificent globes against the hair of my chest, humping your body against mine, reaching around and beneath me to grasp my buttocks each time you thrust downwards upon me. I reach behind you to unclasp your bra and then pull it to one side, the slightly rough material scraping both our nipples lightly with its passage. As one, we roll over on the hall carpet so that I am above you, and I raise myself to look down upon your glistening skin before taking your heaving breasts under the palms of my hands, gripping them firmly, and beginning to thrust into you deeply, slowly - each time pulling almost completely out before plunging back in - until you can feel me pressing fully into you, my pubes matted to your small tuft of hair by sweat and the intoxicating juices of our union. Your breathing shallows, and I dismount and take you by the hand, leading you to the bedroom where you lay yourself back on the bed, bending your knees and spreading your thighs before me. I kneel and take first your left foot, then the right, in one hand, kissing and nibbling on your toes as my other had massages your thighs, rubbing and squeezing. I trail my tongue up each leg in turn and then lower my mouth over your shaven mount, kissing the opening lightly as I inhale the musky odour and taste the sweetness of your excitement. Then further up, trailing through the moist tuft, to indulge my senses in your fabulous bosom, sucking and nibbling the swollen areolae and nipples, running the roughness of my eager tongue over the soft flesh, squeezing with my hands as I exhale urgently, my hot breath adding to your arousal. You grab my head and pull me up to kiss you again, and I once more bury myself within you, humping my ass back and forth as I desperately try to lose myself within your burning passion. You buck beneath me and I move one hand from your heaving chest to grip your buttocks and squeeze as your orgasm once again overpowers you. I slow my strokes, as the waves of pleasure pass over you, and then gradually build-up the pace again as I feel another crest approaching. The tight walls of your hot, smooth pussy grip my pistoning cock as I near my own climax, and I bring my hands back to pinch and twist your nipples as I raise myself above you for the final strokes. You grip my nipples between your own fingers and twist aggressively, sending waves of pleasure through me right at the end, as I empty myself deep within you, the hot juices of my love shooting deep into your womb, before we collapse into each other, breathing deeply, gasping for air as we bask in the afterglow of our passion. Stolen Encounter I met him through a mutual friend, and to be honest, the first time we met, I found him arrogant, rude and more than a little egotistical. But the second time, I was amazed by how quickly I was drawn to him. We sat next to each other in a crowded restaurant, flirting shamelessly even though he was supposed to be there meeting another friend of mine on the off chance that they might hit it off. How strange that within a half hour of talking to him I was telling him how badly I wanted him. The following is one of the encounters we shared a couple of weeks later. *********** I glance down at our intertwined fingers resting on the center console, my heart beating frantically as he absentmindedly strokes his thumb over my hand. Just moments before that hand had been buried between my legs, pushing me to a hard, brutal orgasm. I'm amazed how quickly he can make me climax, moaning and shuddering. I can't believe I'm here again, wanting him to bury himself inside me, knowing that soon I'll have my desire. Knowing that quick coupling in a dark parking lot is fast approaching makes me even more wet as he drops me at my car. "I'll follow you," he says and I nod, mentally searching for a secluded area in the near vicinity. I glance in my rear view mirror for his truck and feel my face flush as I realize that my wanting of him is perfectly irrational, but just remembering our last encounter, those hot, heated moments stolen quickly, I can't help it. He's gorgeous, the same height as I, but beautifully muscular from rigorous workouts. His cocky smile and sexy eyes make me instantly aroused and when he slides a hand over my ass or breasts, I'm willing to do anything he wants. I'm still amazed that he wants to fuck me...... We park behind a darkened building and I slide into his truck with him. He turns to me and suddenly his mouth is on mine and I'm instantly lost. He kisses me, biting my lip, teasing with his tongue and I feel a stab of warmth at my core, wanting that tongue buried in my pussy, and I groan, wanting more. I love the way he clasps a hand around my neck, forcing me to kiss him harder. He's forceful in a way that no one has ever been and I find myself silently begging him to take me, to fuck me, use me, make me take all he can give. And when I feel I can't endure it any longer, to force me. Then his hands and face are buried in my breasts and all reasoning leaves me. Desperate to taste him, that sweet, musky maleness, I shove him back against the seat, in my haste fumbling with his belt until finally, FINALLY, I free him from the confines of his pants and moan at the beauty of his cock. Large, swollen, and just beginning to drip pre-cum. Greedily, I lap at him, soft animal sounds wrenching from me as I slide my lips over the head and down his shaft. I thrill to feel him surge upward into my mouth and his hand fists in my hair, urging me to continue. "You taste so good," I breathe and go back for more, the taste of him unbelievably arousing. And then he's urging me to kiss him again, our tongues dueling and his hand once again locked around my throat. We repeat this cycle until, just when I'm ready to beg him to fuck me, he says, "Outside, NOW." And there, in view of the highway, he kisses me, touches me, roughly pushes a finger into my ass as he holds me over the hood of his truck. I whimper as a small, satisfying orgasm ripples through me and then turn, dropping to my knees to take him in my mouth again. He allows me this small pleasure for a few moments until I stand before him, willing him to take me. He kisses me once, bruising, before turning me to face the hood, and bending me over, forces that beautiful cock into my ass. I gasp at the sudden invasion but buck back against him, wanting the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. "Fuck my ass," I beg, and he complies, fucking me hard and fast as I moan and writhe beneath him, driven by the need to cum. His hands grip my hips with brutal strength, and with that subtle show of force, I'm cumming, begging him to fill me. Moments later I feel him increase in tempo and he groans, emptying himself deep inside me. After, his lips on mine are gentler and the cocky smile is back. When he speaks, I'm wet again. "Next time, I want you tied to my bed." Oh, delicious anticipation. Stolen Encounter Ch. 02 I don't know what possessed me to get involved with him. When we met, I found him arrogant, conceited, and an obvious womanizer. He was at the bar meeting a friend of mine for Christ's sake. The typical bad boy that every woman says she doesn't want, but is, in reality, practically dripping to have. But he was gorgeous, with a great body, and I was determined to end a very long, very frustrating dry spell. So, against my better judgment, I embarked on a campaign to get him into my bed. I flirted, teased, promised, and sent naughty text after naughty text. In hindsight, I feel moderately guilty for aiding in the process of ending his relationship at the time, but she was a horrid, mousy thing; really unworthy of such a charismatic, wildly sexual man. Wink, wink. Anyway, after a couple of weeks I had succeeded in my efforts, and he proved to be a stellar lover. I'd oftentimes stop by one of his job sites and would in short order find myself pressed against a wall upstairs with my panties around my ankles while he fucked me mercilessly from behind. He was a tireless lover, and these quick, vicious orgasms were amazing and left me drained and satisfied, albeit, craving more. The few nights I spent in his bed were quick as well. An hour, two tops, but they always ended happily for both of us, with his hand clamped tightly over my mouth so his roommate wouldn't hear my cries of release. He often told me I should learn to be quiet. But I loved listening to him as he pounded his own sweaty way toward orgasm, his face tight with concentration until that final moment when he would fill my pussy, his own throaty cries inevitably making me spasm again. But I haven't even mentioned his cock; eight inches of gorgeous, cut , pulsing flesh. So beautiful, and always eager for my touch. Occasionally, I'd tease him under the table at our favorite bar until we'd escape to the car, drive to a secluded parking lot where I would slide my lips over him for a few brief moments until we'd struggle from our clothes. Then, in sudden, sweet relief he'd bend me over the center console and take my ass, making me cum nearly instantly. I loved having his hands wrapped around my neck while we fucked, enjoying the dominance he displayed while he used my body. But my favorite, of all our encounters, took place in my bed, under my control. So rarely do I take a dominant role, but I was eager to please him. I remember wanting him to remember what I could do for and to him. For him to wake up some night sweating with thoughts of that day, making him masturbate to a fast, heaving climax with me on his mind. So I dressed in a sexy little baby doll number with a satin robe and waited impatiently for him to arrive. He came straight from work, smelling gloriously of healthy male and kissed me immediately, his appreciation evident in his roaming hands and the bulge in his jeans. I laughed, pushing him toward the shower, but stood at the door watching him as he showered, his hands soaping his dick teasingly, making me more and more aroused. I turned, smiling, to walk to the bedroom to prepare. He followed a few moments later, dressed casually; he always knew how much I loved undressing him. I removed his shirt slowly, kissing him, running my tongue along his neck and around the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder against my mouth. He reached for me impatiently and I casually slapped his hands away, laughing. "No touching," I reminded him, scolding. He shrugged his assent, but trembled with the effort to stay still. Reaching up, I used a necktie he had brought as a blindfold and led him carefully to lay on the bed. I paused for a moment to stare at him, taking in his tightly clenched hands in the sheets, and his lips, curved in anticipation. I sank down on the bed beside him, lightly tracing his nipples with a fingertip as I mimicked the movement with my tongue on his lips. He kissed me, moaning as I pulled away. I waited until he was still again, and languidly licked a slow line from his ear to the waistband of his pants, nipping at his flesh as I went. He moaned again as I brushed my fingers over the head of his penis pressing up and out of his pants. Casually I pulled his pants off, whimpering at the sight of his black jock strap barely containing his pulsing cock. I kissed everywhere but his dick, stopping and waiting when his hands fist in my hair, urging me to taste him. "On your stomach," I commanded with much more authority than I felt. I swallowed audibly when his perfect, trembling ass was displayed before me, his hands above his head, back taut as he waited. The crack of the crop surprised him, wrenching a gasp from him, and then another as I soothed the sting with my tongue. He writhed back against me as again and again I slapped his back and ass, forcing gravelly cries from him until finally I licked a leisurely path from the middle of his back to his ass, stilling his movements beneath me. Agonizingly slowly I parted those spectacular ass cheeks and delicately licked that puckered hole, tasting heat and him. He bucked back against me, and I scored his back with my nails, pushing my tongue into his tight ass. I held him down as I licked him, teasing his balls and the base of his cock, then delved back to his ass, loving the taste and feel of him. When I thought he was sure to explode, I stopped and had him turn again. Pulling off his jock, I slowly licked from base to tip and slid my lips over his now dripping slit, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his impending release. Satisfied with his groans, I slid up to kiss him, teasing yet again, pulling his blindfold off to meet those chocolate brown eyes. Suddenly, a wicked gleam lit them, and before I could twist away, I was under him, face down, gasping. His hands dug into my hips as he forced his impossibly swollen cock into my cunt, wresting a husky cry from me as I came instantly, my pussy clenching in sweet release. He continued to pound me mercilessly, slapping my ass hard, teeth bared like an animal. I fucked back to meet every thrust, begging him to use me. His thrusts grew erratic as he yanked my head back, making me look at him as he battered my cunt. With a final, wild cry, he came, grinding his pelvis into me, making me cum again, gushing. He collapsed over me, shuddering with the final spasms of his orgasm, and when he finally relaxed next to me with an affectionate arm over my back, he laughed, "Apparently, you need to tease me more often!" ************ He has since moved away, and I have yet to find a lover as satisfying, or as brutal. But occasionally, I'll wake from dreams of him, a hand buried in my pussy, shaking from the remnants of a fading orgasm that makes me miss him....and write it all down...