Our relationship before we even met was intense. He commented on a photograph of mine on gonewild – me in a pair of high waisted panties, kneeling, without a top or a bra. The caption was ‘what would you do to me ’ his response was this:
*I would put you on your back and push your knees up to your chest with one hand. I’d spit on the other and finger you until your eyes rolled back in your head. At that point I’d let you beg me for my cock and when I was ready I’d use it to stretch you open*
Needless to say I was charmed and wet all at once. The romance, lacking a better word, bloomed. We would exchange messages several times a day, mostly him saying what he would do and me blushing and giggling. He asked for custom pictures and I obliged. Showing him whatever he wanted, as long as he kept telling me what would happen. He lived across an ocean but this week he came to my city.
We agreed we would meet. He asked me what I wanted. I said I wanted it rough and in public. Its been a fantasy of mine for years. I was nuts to try it with a stranger but I had known him for three months and, I dunno, I guess I trusted him. I heard nothing for 24 hours. I was terrified. Had he ghosted? I waited. Checking and checking and checking my damn phone. Then the message came. I’m here, he said. And he gave me these instructions:
*Theres a Christmas parade downtown tomorrow. Wait outside the Nike store at 11:30. Wear yoga pants and a thong, a jacket no more than waist length. Put in your plug…*
I did not sleep much. I masturbated furiously over one of his older and longer messages where he described how he would tie me up and fuck my ass. The morning was cold. I dressed as he asked, a tiny black thong and black yoga pants. Some sneakers. A light puffer jacket over a soft cashmere sweater over a lacy affair. I wore a subtle silver plug in my ass, but felt sure it was visibke through the tight material.
At this point, as you stroke your cock or play with your panties you might want to know what I look like. I’m a late teens early twenties something lady – I have a tight waist and great (I mean fucking amazing) thighs toned to an inch of your life. My bust is a tasty B and when the weather outside is frightful, my nipples are just delightful.
The air smelled like snow was coming, that metallic tang. There were crowds out already and I slipped through them to get to the meeting spot. I looked out for him, wondered if I would recognise him. My heart was beating hard and my palms were sweaty. The parade had started and now people were pressed from the storefront to the metal barriers the cops had erected (lol).
‘Hi.’ I turned around. There he was. He was half a head taller than me, thick dark hair and trim beard. He looked like a graphic designer or an architect or something, not the kind of guy you see and think he sends dirty stories to girls online. But then again not many people look at me and think I’m the kind of girl who likes to show her pussy off to internet strangers. It takes all kinds to make this fucked up world.
We were pressed together straight away and he manouvred himself behind me.
‘Hi,’ I said, looking up over my shoulder. ‘I…uh…’ my capacity for human conversation had become nil. I muttered something under my breath that was drowned out by ‘Let It Go’ blaring out from a large and pretty impressive Frozen float that was rumbling past. I felt his hands on my waist and melted. If the crowd hadn’t been tight I might have literally fallen into his arms. Sheesh, I am so transparent.
I felt his hands move round to the front and as we both watched the parade he began to stroke me though the tight material. He moved up and down over the form of my pussy, applying a little pressure. There was a family right beside us, and some teenagers trying to push ahead on the other side. I licked my lips as I tried to open my legs so he could touch me easier. I felt my wetness building. I put my slender hand on his wrist. Approval. Carry on, please.
He moved up a little and then I gasped hard. He slid his hand palm first down the front of my pants. He hadn’t been wearing gloves and his hand was a little cold. But a second later as he was probing my wetness and running it up to my clit I didn’t give a shit. I was trembling and pushing myself back against him, now holding onto his wrist for dear life. And I felt that I was going to cum. I looked around with a little panic in my eyes. This was *fast* and my social instincts said WRONG but this was what I had wanted and I let myself go and ground my teeth as I felt the big shudder start at his fingertips and work it’s way through my belly to the base of my brain. I swore quietly and stiffened my whole body.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover or react before he grabbed my hand and was pulling me back through the crowd and into the store behind. My head was spinning but he had a plan. He grabbed some clothes off the racks, pretty much at random, and we headed for the changing rooms. The store was quiet and there were no staff checking so in we went.
We kissed for the first time. For all his dirty words he began cleanly enough but our mutual want had built to aggressive levels and a second later my tongue was in his mouth and his in mine. Someone else came into the changing rooms right beside us and I froze again.
‘Take your pants off,’ he whispered. I nodded into those big green eyes and slipped my shoes off and the yoga pants. He got out his phone. ‘Sit on the bench,’ he whispered again. ‘Spread your legs.’ I did what I was told and he took a picture or two. God it felt good and dirty. Like really filthy and transgressive. I was ready to do whatever he wanted. ‘Push the panties to the side, show me…’ I responded quickly, eagerly and showed him and he took a picture. A minute later I was in nothing but my panties with my fingers deep in me when he loosened his belt.
Now. I’d seen his cock before in photos but noting prepared me for how beautiful it would be in real life. Big but not insane. Intimidating but not terrifying. Thick with only a slight curve. He knelt and took me sitting. He was not gentle. Even though I was soaked I felt it as he thrust hard into me, using his hips to get deep quick, grabbing my ass to lift me and pull me into him. His hands found my breast and squeezed and pulled at the nipple. I wanted to scream. I needed to scream. But I couldn’t. So when he put his full length in my I just sat there and let my jaw hang open and my eyes wide at him, fuckdrunk after barely a couple of sips.
We heard the other shopper move on and he stood me up and took me from behind. We didn’t speak and I let him move me and position me. I felt him smile as he saw the plug in my ass. He handled me so he could fuck me hard without making too much noise, one hand between my breasts, the other over my hipbone. It felt so good – and so slutty. It was like he was using me as a toy, finding the right points to hold me rigidly so he could penetrate me and push all my buttons as efficiently as possible.
He put his hand over my mouth. I didn’t need long to find out why when he reached for the lock and pushed the door open. I tried to shout but he stopped me. Through the foot-width of open door I could see the cubicle across from us was occupied. Someone had thrown a pair of jeans over the door while they changed. At any moment they could see my flushed face jerking forwards as his thick cock fucked me. He had slowed but each thrust was deep and hard. I felt more confident and looked out and saw a security guard walk by the end of the changing rooms. My wetness was all over my thighs. It felt so good.
‘Is this what you needed,’ he whispered, as his fingers found my clit again. I nodded and felt him harden. He was getting close. I was amazed he had lasted this long.
‘In me…’ I hissed. He moved faster. The door across the way began to open and he pulled me back in. That tipped me over the edge and I began to come again, fluttering my hands all over the place as he came with me. I felt it inside, and then a second spurt outside over my ass and my plug he pushed me against the mirror and kissed; he held my hands over my head as his half hard cock touched my belly and made me giggle.
‘I needed that,’ he said. I agreed in words of no more than one syllable as I collapsed to the floor.
We dressed and made our way our hand in hand, leaving behind the print of my ass on the mirror and a strangely sticky changing bench. Fucking in public: highly recommended.
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Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a8ewaf/wild_public_hookup_with_reddit_stranger_fm_str8
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