3 comments/ 33450 views/ 17 favorites She Says Nothing By: vampanya She says nothing. She knows what's happening, what's going to happen and even though she's looking for a way out she knows begging him not to rape her isn't it. Pleading with him is what he wants. He's stronger than she is by a long way and she knows she can't fight him but adrenalin is racing through her numbing the jarring pain of being so roughly yanked around. Pain that she surely will feel later. Hopefully. She thinks back to when his van stopped by her broken down car. Her instinct had told her to keep him at arms length and stay away from him, but she was afraid of offending him and he was being so friendly and reassuring that she tried to shake her unease. He didn't have to pull over and offer to help. So she returned his concern with a smile, his offer of help with modest thanks. But she was alone in the dark with help an hour away, and it was cold without the car heater working so when he offered to let her wait in his van with him until help came, she reluctantly accepted and climbed into the front seat. She probably even fancied him a bit. After all, he was good looking, charming and obviously good at being a knight in shining armour. Still, common sense told her not to flirt with him. But had she anyway? Did she give out that signal? Sometimes she did that without realising. It wouldn't be the first time it had got her into trouble. Never this much though. She'd be out with the girls for a drink on a Saturday night and some guy would be looking at her. She'd feel him looking and every now and then glance back. It was always the same, he'd stare, she'd glance over more and more frequently. Eventually she'd hold it for as long as she dare, then bring her drink slowly to her mouth, only then lowering her gaze to her drink. It was such a slight gesture, hardly anything at all really. But she knew how it looked, what signal it sent out and how that always eradicated doubt and advanced things up the scale from harmless flirting into primal lust with just a slight lick of the lips. Then she'd smile casually to herself and keeping her face lowered slightly she'd look back at him. He was always still watching. Always captivated. And he usually came over about then and ask to buy her a drink. She'd usually feign surprise, decline with a smile and let her stunning girlfriends wonder why it was always her who was asked and not them. But one time the guy who's eye she caught hadn't asked to buy her a drink. He'd sat watching for longer than most. He didn't smile back. She began to feel a little unnerved and kept on looking over to him. But then he simply disappeared leaving her feeling a little disappointed that the game hadn't been played out to its usual conclusion. But the pub was full so she moved on, looked for the next eye to catch. She forgot about him right until he grabbed her by the arms in the corridor just outside the Ladies and tried to kiss her. She pushed him off squealing in horror but he held her arms tightly. He was pulled away by a nearby doorman and was ejected quite forcefully, all the time protesting that she'd wanted it, she'd given him the come on, he'd seen her! She was shaken up and grateful to the doorman and when everyone put it down to some arsehole having one too many she let them believe that. But she knew he was right. She had sent out those signals and he hadn't misread them. The only difference was that most men didn't act on it quite so decisively. The other thing she would never admit to her friends when they were fussing around her, telling her how scary that must have been and how lucky she was to have been rescued, was that after the initial fear she felt the real rush was how turned on she was. She could barely control her urge to dive into the Ladies for a quick hard fast rub of her throbbing clitoris. They'd never understand that she had wanted this to happen for such a long time. That she masturbated over thoughts of been grabbed, dragged into bushes, toilets or vans and taken by force. And when it nearly happened her pussy reacted with such force it made her knees tremble and her breath short. Her friends predictably misread her state to be shock and fear. And she was glad they had. They just wouldn't understand. And so here she was now trapped in his van, her ankle being held in tightly in his big hand, being dragged backwards towards him, knowing that he's going to rape her, feeling her terror but knowing that wasn't all she's feeling. Survival wasn't the only thing on her mind. He yanked her closer twisting her foot. She flipped over onto her belly and kicked out hard with her free foot. It connected with the door and hurt like hell. He grabbed her other ankle and pulled her feet together and in one swift motion she found herself lying across his lap with her head down in the gap between the seats. She realised just how easy she'd made it for him. Never in all her life had she been across someone's knee like this. She froze. His right hand pressed heavily into her back, his left held her legs down so that her bottom was raised up over his legs. But it was his voice that held her still. "If you fight me I'll win, you'll get hurt and I'll still take what I want." "Fuck you!" she spat but she stayed still considering what he'd said. He let off the pressure on her legs a little and rested his hand on her bottom, feeling it, squeezing it slightly. She ignored his warning and thrashed her legs trying to kick her way forward. She couldn't help it. His right hand reached down, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back painfully, arching her back till she was almost level with his face. She cried out and tried to push herself up on her hands to ease the pressure on her scalp. Again; "If you fight me I'll win, you'll get hurt and I'll still take what I want." And to drive home the point he pulled her up higher still as he slid his left hand between her thighs and pressed against her pussy. "Do you understand?" She said nothing. But something in the way her hips rocked told him that she understood perfectly. "Good girl." He released her hair. She dropped back down towards the handbrake and squeezed her eyes closed. Her options were certainly limited. Why did she do that? Rock against his hand like that. She didn't want to speak to him but the pain in her scalp was so intense that she had to answer him. The movement was so slight. But he got it and let her hair go. That was a relief. His hand was still between her legs. Could he feel the heat of her through her skirt and underwear? She could feel his fingers pressing at her pussy, probing, exploring her already wet folds but unable to feel anything much through her clothing. He seemed to read her mind. His hand stroked down her thigh to her hem and back up dragging her skirt easily up till he was at her waist exposing her raised up bottom. She moaned slightly. She flashed back to the moment when unease became certainty. As she was climbing into the van he put his hand on her bottom as though to give her a helping push up. She jumped and thrust forward verbalising her objection in a lame 'Hey!' and even then refused to be confrontational thinking instead that she could pretend that that hadn't just happened. But as she tried to grab onto the handle above the door she was roughly shoved forward and landed on her face on the seat. She didn't think about offending him anymore. She just reacted. She saw the drivers door in front of her she scrambled forwards grabbing the steering wheel and pulling herself up hard. He let her get almost to the door then he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled. The moment that he reached over and turned the vans headlights off was the moment she finally accepted that she was really in trouble. In the seconds that followed she was flooded with adrenalin and thought of a hundred ways to escape all at once. She could try reasoning with him, telling him that he didn't really want to do this. She could even try threatening him with what might happen if anyone else came but quickly realised that could cost her more. And neither would make the slightest bit of difference so she stayed silent. And as impossibly hard as it was, she wouldn't beg him. She just knew that begging him was only going to excite him more. So rather than say the wrong thing, she would say nothing. ****** He had home on his mind. He'd had a huge argument with his bitch of a wife the night before and left that morning for work without even waking her. He'd stewed on it all day at work and was still pissed off and so instead of going home, he drove his van in the opposite direction. He needed to think. He'd caught her out. She'd said she was going out with a girlfriend last weekend but when he bumped into her girlfriend at the shop last night and said how glad he was that they had a good night out he saw the confusion in her eyes and watched with total astonishment as the look turned into realisation and the lie fell from her mouth. Her friend had covered for her and would have done a perfect job of it too if she could have known about it beforehand. He watched her gain confidence when he mentioned the Red Lion as it was their usual haunt but his suspicion was confirmed as his lying bitch of a wife had said that they'd fancied a change and had actually gone to the wine bar instead. He smiled and said goodbye to this lying bitch knowing she was already reaching for her mobile phone to call his lying bitch wife and make sure she got her story straight. Women! It was dark and cold out. Winter hadn't quite tightened its grip but out in the night you'd be forgiven for thinking it had. He had no idea where he was going and even though he knew the roads pretty well the dark and his mood combined to make the drive less than pleasant. And then he saw her. Or at least he saw her car ahead. He slowed the van wondering what anyone could possibly be doing here other than have broken down. His first thought was to just drive on by but then he thought fuck it, he had nowhere to be so he would stop and see if he could help. He pulled in behind the car and killed his engine. That was when he saw her properly. She was standing by the drivers door. She was dressed for work. She wore a fairly conservative knee length skirt, a blouse with a company badge pinned to it just visible under a light jacket, and flat shoes. Her blond hair was pinned back from her face with a clip and hung to just past her shoulders. She was pretty but not striking. But she was alone. He started at her. She was squinting at his van trying to see past the headlights. He realised he couldn't be seen and felt his cock stirring in his pants. He still intended to see if he could help but he was becoming more and more aware that her predicament was arousing him. He left the headlights on and climbed down from the van. She didn't move towards him. He had to go all the way over to her. He understood why and it gave him power. He smiled his most charming smile and asked if she was ok. His hard on was growing. He didn't know what to make of it. Even as she was telling him she had broken down but had help on the way he was imagining ways in which he could fuck her. She smiled back at him nervously when he asked if he could fix the problem and declined. He asked her how long her help would be. She said nothing. He guessed that it wasn't as near as she would like. He saw her shiver. She was most likely cold but the shiver turned him on even more. His eyes were drawn to her tits. He hoped to see her nipples poking through her blouse but she saw him look and wrapped her jacket and arms around her protectively. He didn't see her nipples but he did catch her name on the badge. He quickly looked away hoping his mock embarrassment would be obvious enough to her. Her shiver gave him an idea. "Would you like to wait in the van? It's cold out and your heater wont work in your car. It's warm in there." He gestured with a nod towards the headlights then smile reassuringly. "I really don't mind keeping you company until your help arrives." Then the best bit, the push, "It's not that safe out here in the dark all alone." He paused for effect. He could see she was worried about being alone. "I could stay with you and you'll be safe. I am after all a gentleman and a gentleman wouldn't leave a lady alone in the dark." He was really enjoying her already. He knew she was fighting with the inner urge to ask him to leave her alone but seemed so unable to say so for fear of suggesting that he wasn't as helpful as he appeared. She was going to do what he asked to avoid a confrontation. He of course was delighted when she reluctantly agreed and walked towards the passenger side of his van. He followed her and reached to open the door for her. He reasoned that her reluctance meant that she must have an idea of what he had in mind and that she would have refused his offer if she really didn't want to be in this situation. He knew she wouldn't like what he was thinking but she was making it so fucking easy. As she turned her back on him and climbed up he had to adjust his cock in his jeans now that he was fully hard and beginning to throb. He made up his mind right there and then that he really was going to fuck her. He stared at her and watched with amazement as he raised his hand and planted it firmly on her arse. Immediately she jumped and pulled away from him but he was up behind her in a flash pushing her face down onto the double passenger seat. There was no going back now. His adrenalin was pumping. His cock had never felt so hard. He closed his eyes, licked his lips and thought about her wet pussy and how good it was going to feel. Her panic was so intoxicating. He could almost taste it in the air. And for the first time in 24 hours he felt good. He watched her scramble towards the other door and smiled as he closed his hand around her ankle and slid onto the seat. Today just got a whole lot better. ****** His hand was stroking her bum. She could feel his eyes burning into her and his erection bulging in his jeans under her. Tears of anger and frustration stung her eyes. Angry that she had let herself get into this situation and frustration that she can feel her pussy responding to his touch. He pulled her right leg closer to him parting them. His hand slid over her bottom and onto her thighs. She pressed her hips downwards to escape his touch and felt his cock jump in response. She went the other way and lifted up instead but only made herself more accessible. She knew he was enjoying her. She preferred this to being pulled by the hair and thought very carefully about what to do next. She considered what might happen if she continued to fight him. A black eye or two, a broken bone or two? Could he kill her even? She doubted that he would ever intend to go that far but things like that happened accidentally too easily. So all that was left was to let him take what he wanted and hope he didn't hurt her too much. "Such a peachy arse. This skirt does nothing for you. Your arse is perfect Jo. Or do you prefer Joanne?" She held her breath. Thinking. Thinking fast. Jesus! How did he know her name? Did he recognise her from somewhere. She desperately tried hard to place him. She was certain she didn't recognise him. But it was dark and he'd had lights behind him shining in her face, obscuring her view of him a little. She ran through a list of possibles in her head; a friends boyfriend she'd not paid much attention to. No. A man from a bar who'd got as far as her name but no further. She didn't think so. Then she hit on it. She knew exactly how he knew her name. "Mark put you up to this didn't he?" she said so quietly. He laughed and slid his hand inside her panties from the side. His fingers slipped across her wet pussy, caressing her clit then back, parting her lips and disappearing inside her with such ease. But she barely noticed. Mark was her best friend. The only one she'd confided in about her darkest desires. She'd told him one night round at his house over a bottle of wine and a Chinese takaway. They were sitting on the floor talking about their most secret fantasies. He cautiously confessed to wanting to suck other mens cocks which came as no surprise at all to Jo. She'd always had her doubts that he was straight. She thought that was why she liked and trusted him so much. So she let him divulge this secret as though she never would have guessed. And then, as scared to admit it as he had been, she'd told him that she wanted to be forced to fuck someone she didn't want to fuck. She couldn't bring herself to use the word rape but that was what she described. Mark had listened intently with a sparkle in his eye then, whilst taking a huge mouthful of noodles he told her that he could arrange it if she really wanted it to happen. She was stunned. And excited. She only had to say the word and then wait. Was it really that simple? She'd questioned him about how and who but got only one answer. She wouldn't know but she would be safe. She could if she really wanted to, say when it would happen but otherwise all she would know was that it would push her limits as far as they could possibly go and probably a little beyond. She thought about it, dreamed about it, masturbated over it countless times but had never quite dared say the word. Mark never mentioned it again either. It was Mark she'd rang for help tonight. He said he was on his way but he'd sent someone else instead. The fingers working her pussy were starting to drive her crazy. They were pushing into her and wiggling before sliding out and plunging back in. She felt her cunt tightening around them. She screwed her eyes shut and tried not to enjoy the tingles racing through her from her core. She was hopelessly stuck. The words 'I never said yes!' where screaming in her head over and over. She tried to clear her thoughts and focus as his fingers slid out and down across her clit sending an arc of electricity through her whole body. Neither of them could have missed the jolt or misunderstand what it meant. She couldn't smell the van anymore. She couldn't feel the seatbelt socket digging into her chest anymore. She was cumming. His fingers were rubbing her wet pussy so hard and fast. She lay across his lap shaking and trying to lift herself higher up for him to rub her harder. And she wanted filling so badly she could think of nothing else. But she could still hear him laughing. ****** He really thought, all things considered, that this was going very well. When he pulled her skirt up and saw her gorgeous peachy arse, the roundness of her cheeks split down the middle by the black V of her underwear, he was thrilled. He hadn't expected it to be so delicious. And he hadn't expected to be able to get into her pants quite as easily as he had done. He hadn't expected her to be so fucking wet. And he certainly hadn't expected her to cum. This was so hot! He couldn't get the smile off his face. And his cock was fit to burst. He had to fuck her. He was going to have to get her into the back of the van for that. God what a total slut she was turning out to be! But who the fuck was Mark? He noticed the real change in her happened right after he said her name. She went so still for a few seconds, still enough for him to just slip his fingers inside her knickers and into her juicy wet cunt. She didn't even try to pull away. He barely heard her whisper and then she tightened up so fucking hard and just went ballistic on his hand. He realised just as she was shoving her cunt up higher in the air that she actually thought this was a set up. This Mark, whoever he was, had probably told her he could get her a good seeing to by someone and she must think that was who he was. But he couldn't help laughing. He'd got the stupid bitches name from her badge. And now she thought she was playing out her fantasy. It couldn't get any better! She Says Nothing But it could and it was about to. She'd gone a bit limp on him after her shaking and gasping performance. He thought now would be a good time to move her. The gap between the passenger seats and the drivers seat was wide enough to squeeze through and the back doors were locked from the outside so he would shove her through first and follow. It wasn't going to be difficult unless the cunt started fighting again. Even so he knew he could overpower her but he didn't really want to hurt her. He was going to fuck her though whether she liked it or not. He thought now that she just might. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back up again. He loved the squeal that came out of her. "Get through there." He twisted her face towards the gap in the seats. "We're gonna have some real fun now." She didn't move. He slapped her arse hard. "Move it!" She still didn't move. He let her hair go and instead put his hand around her neck. He dropped his voice a notch and sounded as threatening as he could. "You'll get through there or I'll snap your neck." Maybe that was a bit strong. He knew he wouldn't dream of doing that but it seemed to do the trick. She lifted up onto her knees and started to climb over him towards the gap. She got both feet onto the floor and looked as though she was about to step through but instead she dived for the door. Her hip connected with the steering wheel and she bounced back towards him. As soon as he realised she was going for the door he spun round in his seat, grabbed her by the back of the neck and using her own momentum he almost threw her through the gap head first. Her feet stayed behind, caught up on the seats and she fell to the floor face first. She pulled her feet through and got up backing away towards the back doors. He stood in the gap loving how frightened she looked in the near darkness of the back of the van. He could watch her all night he was enjoying it that much. His hand was rubbing his cock through his jeans. She turned and frantically tried to open the doors but they wouldn't move. She turned back and faced him. He knew it was now or never. She was looking at him and breathing heavily. A sheen of sweat reflecting the light on her face and chest. He couldn't work out her expression. She looked like a fighter does before he steps in the ring. She looked as though she were feeling nothing more than instinct and quite possibly the most carnal of them all. Oh he was really going to enjoy this. He didn't want a limp fuck. He lifted his left hand to his face and inhaled deeply through his nose. Her mouth dropped open. He moved forwards. ****** She was scared. She hadn't hurt herself when she had fallen but it was his roughness scared her. But then she reasoned that it had to be realistic. He was hardly going to ask nicely. And when she had made a grab for the door again she didn't expect to get very far but still his speed shook her up. She stared at him as he brought his hand up to sniff it. It was such a crude gesture. It switched her back from absolute panic to feeling hornier than she had ever felt in her life. She glanced at his crotch. She could see his hard on straining at his jeans. Then when he moved forwards her heart seemed to jump into her mouth and she could hear every beat thumping in her ears. She was back to panic again. He was coming for her. She stayed where she was. She was frozen to the spot, he would have to come all the way to her and she knew she was going to fight him again. She wasn't going to give it up easily even if she wanted to. She was playing out her role in this and she was going to do it properly. And it wasn't as if she could ever win, he was big and strong enough. She could afford to fight him and know he was still going to take her. He reached out for her, grabbing her by her left wrist. She swung her right hand and connected reasonably hard with his chest. He didn't seem to notice. She yanked her arm free but she'd pulled it so hard that her elbow struck the door behind her and it hurt like hell. She cried out in pain. He was laughing at her again. She gawped at him. Unable to stand the tension she lunged for his left to try to get past him knowing again that she wouldn't get very far but needing to make a move. So it was no real surprise to her when he grabbed her by the arm and swung her round so hard that she feared for her shoulder joint. She was even less surprised to find herself bent forwards with her arm up back and when she finally dropped to her knees to ease the pressure on her screaming shoulder she knew that he had her. She shuddered as his free hand crawled around to her breast. She couldn't move her body but her free hand flew up to meet his and tried to pull it away. He took hold of her other hand and pulled it round to her back to meet the one already pinned there. Then taking both of her wrists in one hand he returned his free hand back to her breast. She felt so stupid! She'd just given him both hands, now what? She tried to squirm her hips a little but the pain in her shoulder was too great if she moved. His hand was squeezing and mashing her breast. She felt his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He took hold of her blouse and pulled it to the side. The buttons flew off and her bra was fully exposed. She groaned. His fingers immediately sought her nipple inside the bra. It was hard. He breathed heavily in her ear as he rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb."Mmm you have such gorgeous tits." She felt his breath on her neck and turned her head away from it as far as she could. He squeezed and pulled a bit harder then he left her breast and slid his hand slowly down her belly towards her skirt. She shuddered and wanted to scream at him to let her go, that she didn't want this and at the same time to fuck her so hard she'd wouldn't know what day it was. She said nothing as his hand skipped over her skirt and pulled it back up again so he could get at her underwear. He reached round and rubbed her through the cotton and she knew he could feel how wet she still was. She didn't mean to rock her hips to rub back. She didn't want to drop her head back onto his shoulder and suck in air with a moan. She was sure she tried not to tilt her hips backwards towards him arching her back painfully but inviting him to slip his cock into her from behind. Her shoulders were now excruciating but the adrenalin was flooding her still, it made her not care too much about the pain. She wanted his cock in her. His hand was starting to work her again as it had before and she was rocking to meet him. She knew she was going to be fucked. She longed for it now. She was silently mouthing the words fuck me fuck me fuck me. She couldn't help it. But as much as she wanted to say it out loud she said nothing. ****** He was past trying to reason this out in his head now. He pretty much had it all sussed out. She was up for this but only with a fight and that suited him just fine. When she stood and faced him as she did he was sure she was going to fight him. What she actually did was really disappointing, almost pathetic. When he dragged her arms up her back he didn't expect much resistance, he knew how much that hurt but he also didn't expect her to start trying to grind against him. This cunt was almost vibrating. Was she really begging him to fuck her? It wasn't that he wasn't interested if she wanted it but it took a little of the shine off. He was so much more turned on when she faced him with defiance. So much so that fucking her from behind wasn't going to do it for him. He wanted this to go just right. He yanked her pants down as low as he could reach then letting one of her arms go and the other one drop, in a quick movement he pulled her round and flipped her onto her back. He thought about tying her hands together but didn't have anything handy or reliable and he wasn't going to go for half measures. He wanted her to see him when he fucked her so a hood was out of the question. Oh fuck he needed to so badly now. His balls hurt and his cock was leaking precum almost constantly now. He was kneeling between her legs looking at her in the near darkness. Her knickers were just above her knees holding her thighs together. Her skirt was up her thighs but not high enough so that he could see her cunt. Her ruined blouse gaped showing the milky white skin of her body and her beautiful tits were hidden underneath her white bra. Her hands lay by her sides. He half expected her to start feeling her tits for him. Then her face. That pouting open mouth, her half closed smouldering eyes staring right at him, wanting him. He was going to have to tell her. She was loving this because she thought it was a set up. He would like to see how much she loved it when she knew it wasn't. He was going to pick his moment though. He would sink his cock into the slut first then tell her. He grabbed her knickers and pulled them hard. Just when he thought they would hold out he heard the stitching give and they were out of the way. He undid his belt and jeans and shoved them and his boxers down. His cock sprang free and bounced it was so hard. He grinned at his cock then at her. She was staring at it. He knew she could see how wet he was. He pulled her legs up and dropped forwards onto her. She didn't resist him. She was open wide to him. His cock pushed at her wet cunt and without any hesitation he slammed into her hard. Fuck that felt good. He dropped his weight onto her totally and began pounding her. She was moaning under him. He wasn't going to last long like this. Her arms and legs wrapped around him drawing him into her. He could feel her cunt gripping him, milking him and as her hips raised up to meet him with every thrust he knew he would blow his load into the slut in no time. But he wanted her to know. He slowed and lifted up off her a bit. Enough to be able to see her face. He smiled at her. The same smile he used to get her in the van in the first place. Then he dropped it. "I have no idea who Mark is." He enjoyed her confusion. He waited for her to say something. She said nothing so he continued, "You're wearing a name badge. And Jo, you're one fucking good lay." It was almost comical to him to watch her face as his words hit home. She wasn't loving it any more. He laughed and groaned and at the same time as his balls tightened. He dropped back onto her and even though he felt her stiffen beneath him he started pounding her harder than ever. He was cumming. ****** She gave up pretending. This was by far the best fuck of her life. She almost came again when he was rubbing her clit she was so wound up. And when he ripped her clothes off she thought that was all she'd ever wanted. She had to stop herself pulling her bra off when he was kneeling above her freeing his cock. And when she saw what she had coming she almost bit her tongue off to stop herself begging for it. His cock felt so good. The way he slammed his way in, forcing her pussy open and leaving her shuddering and gripping as he pulled back. It hurt her back to lift her hips as she was but she had to have him as deep as he could get. His weight on her knocked the breath out of her and made her feel powerless. She wished he'd tied her hands so that she couldn't wrap her arms around his back. Yes, she'd well and truly given up the pretence now. When he lifted up and slowed she tried to lift up with him not wanting him to stop. When he spoke all she could hear was her own voice screaming. But she didn't scream. She froze. She couldn't move, breathe or think. He was on her again and she was already over the edge. She was going to cum. She was horrified at herself. But as he pressed into her and filled her full of his seed her orgasm began, she let go and forgot everything. She clung to him and shook and screamed. She just didn't care anymore. ****** He didn't wait for a reaction as long as he would have liked. Her cunt felt so good and as soon as he told her he began cumming. He thought he might cum forever. He stiffened and gave her the last of him then collapsed on her completely. He'd never had such an intense and powerful orgasm in his life. He lay for a moment with his cock twitching and shrinking in her cunt and his spunk leaking out. He'd not thought about what would happen next. He just rolled off her and sat back looking at her and her sloppy cunt waiting for her to make a move. He said nothing, he just smiled to himself. ****** She lay on her back for a moment. She was trying to take in what had just happened. More than anything she was gutted because she knew it was over. She didn't really know what to do next. So she sat up quietly. She looked at him but couldn't meet his eyes. She looked at herself, blouse gaping, skirt round her hips, the ripped remains of her knickers on one leg and guessed she should just get out of there. She got shakily to her feet and pulled her jacket closed. Her skirt fell back down and her knickers slid to the floor. She bent and picked them up. She was about to put them in her pocket but instead lifted her skirt and used them to wipe at the cum that was running down her thighs. She turned to climb back to the front of the van then paused. She looked back at him and threw her sticky knickers down in front of him. He could keep them. She could feel more cum dribbling out of her as she climbed through the seats. Then without saying anything she opened the door and got out. The cold air bit. She looked at the side of the van and memorised the phone number emblazoned there. She didn't look at the name. She didn't want to know that. Repeating the number in her head she quickly walked back to her car and got in locking the doors. Her mobile was still on the passenger seat. She grabbed it and punched in number in before she could forget it. The van started up behind her and she tried not to look as it drove slowly past her but as it drew alongside her head turned towards it and she saw him again, her pussy tightened and then he was gone. She looked back at the number on her phone. She pressed 'Add new contact' then 'Name' ... she looked up and watched his taillights disappearing, blinked then typed Van man. Her pussy still ached with need and twitched again squeezing cum out onto her skirt. She breathed deeply then pressed 'Save'.