street encounter

she was in such a slutty mood. walking home by herself that night in her high heels and tiny black dress with a flouncy skirt that barely made it past her ass. girls like her were supposed to know better than to be alone on the streets looking like that.

but as she made her way under the streetlights, she cherished the danger in it, the feeling of not knowing what could happen. it was almost making her wet.

as most parties go, the one she was coming from had been fun. all the loud music, drinking, dancing, and bare flesh on display had left her in high spirits. she hadn't found anyone to come home with, but rubbing up against hot guys and getting touchy while they danced in a crowded party like that had made her giddy. she was craving a bit more. anyway, she thought to herself as she continued walking, the night wasn't over yet.

***

he liked these streets since they were usually deserted, and he could have a smoke by himself in peace. rest a bit from being on his motorcycle. he had just parked it on the side of the road and was leaning against it when he spotted the girl.

she was toned; he could see how lean yet muscular her legs were, extending from what had to be the tiniest dress he had ever seen. it bounced around her ass and clung to her breasts, showing so much cleavage. her shoulders were bare and so were her arms; she lifted one to part her dark hair from her face while in the other one she clutched a small black bag.

shit, she was beautiful. he felt himself immediately attracted to her. his body all but made up his mind for him. he usually never did this, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

***

what the fuck? she thought she must be dreaming. she wasn't actually expecting her prayers to be answered but she felt they were, as the fucking hot guy in the leather jacket seemed to be purposefully walking towards her.

she didn't know what to do - should she keep walking? maybe he was just passing this way and wouldn't even mind her. lost in thought and maybe a bit tipsy, she suddenly stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk. a hand caught her elbow and steadied her. shit. it seemed like just an instant and he was there.

getting herself upright, she slowly and nervously lifted her eyes up at him. he said, "are you alright?" as his eyes met hers after sliding along her body.

she couldn't help but grin a bit. her skin tingled. she felt delicious.

***

he hoped she hadn't noticed how he'd been ogling her like a teenager. but shit, up close she was fucking sexy and he was falling all over himself. the fact that she stumbled had made it so easy, and he hadn't needed to approach her like he had bad intentions.

but when she peeked up at him like that with her dark eyes that glinted enticingly and the street lights flooding her olive skin with a warm glow, there was no denying that he was tempted.

she grinned at him.

more than tempted. he released her elbow while she told him she was okay. he thought about grabbing hold of other things instead, touching parts of her, all of her, in some dark corner somewhere. devouring her skin that looked oh so soft, while he pushed his hardness against her. give her something she wasn't expecting.

she moved a bit closer to him, like she was going to hug him to say thanks, and he exploded. forget not having bad intentions.

***

he looked so classically, even movie-star handsome with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and jawline. but the scruffiness of his face and his leather jacket, plus the slight rasp of his voice when he spoke to her screamed "bad boy." she loved it. she wanted to throw herself at him and his sparkling eyes, hear his deep voice against her ear with their bodies pressed together.

shit, get ahold of yourself. she pretended not to mind when he let go of her elbow, but craving his touch again, curious about the warmth and hardness of his body, she stepped closer, lightly pressed her body against his in a hug, and wrapped her arms around him.

surprised, all he did was hold her tightly to him with one arm around her waist before she pulled away. glancing up at him, she caught her breath.

his eyes no longer sparkled. instead, they'd darkened and were boring into her. his eyes were full of lust and the way he was looking at her, like he wanted to take her right there and then, made her blood warm and her heart race. she felt certain she was looking at him the exact same way.

***

all he knew was that he wanted her, and when the look in her eyes said she wanted him too, he saw no reason to stop himself.

he grabbed her again and pulled her body against his. he crushed her lips with his own in a passionate kiss. he licked her lips and she sucked on his tongue when he slid it inside her. god, she was greedy. he ached to find out how wet she was. her body trembled against him as their kiss kept getting deeper. she pressed herself against him. fine, he thought, i'll give you what you want, what we both want.

***

the next thing she knew, he had dragged her down the street into a darkened corner, shoved her against a wall, and kissed her violently. she wanted to scream; she was so fucking wet for him. all she could do was moan. he moved his mouth smoothly to her neck, licking and sucking, driving her crazy with need. he slid further down to her cleavage and her breasts, pulling the top of her dress down. he bit her nipple and she let out a tiny scream, which turned into whimpers while he licked and lapped at her breast, grabbing and squeezing the other one. she felt wild and out of control, like cumming when he hadn't even touched her yet.

***

he sucked and sucked and sucked on her beautiful breasts, until she was all but pushing his head down, begging him to pay attention to her pussy, her neediest parts. conceding, he gently kissed a nipple before moving down. getting on his knees, he lifted her skirt up and held her right leg just over his shoulder, so he could get better access to her pussy. he found himself face to face with tiny black lace panties, dripping wet and being eaten up by her folds. he could see them just begging to be licked. so he teased her, not removing the panties and licking her just a little. she muffled a squeal, trembling, trying to grind against him. 

finally, he stripped off the tiny material and buried his face in her, eating her out so good she gripped his hair in her hands and came. she was still shaking from the spasms when he stripped off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. yearning for her, his cock hard as a rock, he all but tore off her dress and forced her to kiss him again.

with her finally naked, he squeezed her firm shapely ass and she moaned, trying to get his shirt off him. pulling away hastily, he finished the job, and unbuttoned his pants. it was her turn.

***

feeling like a slut, she was still trembling from her first or second orgasm and already asking for more. she grabbed his cock the moment it sprung from his pants and got to her knees. barely able to think, she shoved the huge dick into her mouth, gratefully choking on it, drooling all over, her mouth sucking so hard she thought she was forgetting to breathe. when he said "faster," she bounced her head up and down on it, holding back the gags as it repeatedly rammed against her throat. 

she was gasping for breath, saliva dripping from her mouth, when he suddenly lifted her up, had her against the wall, with her legs pushed open. she held onto his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips naturally as he pushed the length of his cock into her. she felt her walls squeezing him, so thick and hard, and got lost in the pleasure and pain while he did it over and over again. 

he rammed her harder and harder, their grunts and yells mixing together, their juices dripping down each other's thighs. she must have cum six more times before he finally put her down, their bodies slick with sweat. he leaned his head against hers, pressed a soft kiss against her lips before saying, "it's not safe to walk by yourself. i can take you home, angel."