Getting filled by a stranger in the park [MF] [Nonfiction]

I’m wearing way too short jean shorts and a tank top with no bra. As I walk out the front door I grab my nipples with both hands and roll them outward with a twist. I almost groan. Not yet.

I head for the mailbox even though I know it’s empty. I walk out in front of it and spin so my ass is facing the busy street. I bend and lean over at the waist peering down into the mailbox, putting on a show for myself, knowing that whoever is driving by can see me. I linger as long as I can and then I close the mailbox and look at my front door, almost caving and going back home. Instead I take a deep breath and pull my shoulders back and stand up straight. I walk toward the park slowly and leisurely, loving the kiss of sunshine on my untouched skin. I’m self-conscious, with each step I feel the jiggle of my breasts and the fabric teasing my nipples. A soft breeze rustles through the trees and then whips some grass clippings around my ankles. I feel how wet I am when the cool air brushes against my crotch and my too tight jeans. I wonder if my shorts are visibly wet from the outside yet. I ache to touch myself, to go home and grab a vibrator and get myself off quick and dirty. To meet my needs and be over with it. No, I want to enjoy this. I want to luxuriate in my darker fantasies, embrace them and watch them come true.

I lay on my stomach in the grass under a big oak tree next to the parking lot. Torso in the shade, legs in the sun aiming for a bit of warmth but no sunburned nose. It’s like any other day burying my nose in the grass as I read a book. But today I didn’t bring a book. I make myself comfy, but I prop my ass up in the air as if someone’s already fucking me deep. A few people walk by and as they do I move from side to side as if I am rolling my clit over a needy leg pressed between my thighs. I take obscene pleasure in how the women avoid looking at me and the men can’t look away. I think about how much I’d love them both to stop and devour me, though I know that I won’t have the satisfaction of a woman’s tongue between my legs today.

I tie pieces of grass into knots as I wait.

I don’t know who I am waiting for. Although I love the feel of muscles barely hidden by taught skin, that isn’t what makes me wet. I look for an older man, wrinkles, a bit of extra weight around the middle, skin weathered by the sun, eyes that have seen a lot more than my little white ass. It makes me wet to think about pleasuring a man that can give nothing back to me. About orgasming from the knowledge that he craves my young and pliant body. Knowing that nature will take over and he will want to spend himself deep inside me as I squirm.

I shift uncomfortably as I think about how I want to be used and filled for his pleasure. This isn’t me, I don’t think like this. So why does it keep coming back into my head, the groans he can’t silence as he clutches at my hips. I imagine myself in a drab suburban bedroom keeping eye contact with his wife as he fucks me deep, expending himself too quickly and showing his age. In my mind’s eye I see the blush spreading in her cheeks and she moves her hand to adjust her crotch. I savoring the appalled look on her face as her body betrays her.

A diesel truck rumbles by and I’m pulled out of my imagination. I glance behind me at the beat up truck, the engine murmurs and then slows. I make eye contact with the man at the wheel as I gingerly lift up my ass and wiggle it from side to side. I know that with how my jean shorts ride up he can see the outer lips of my folds. I look away and hold my breath, the thrum of the diesel continuous and then I hear him shift gears. He’s parking right behind where I lay, I hear a car door slam. It takes all my concentration not to turn and look to where he’s gone. I focus on giving him a good view, that’s what I’m there for. I hear footsteps approaching and surprised I roll over and sit up. He’s just what I imagined, a generic older guy who has spent a bit too much time in the sun. I don’t even focus on his features, it’s like he has become a symbol for me. He stops about 5 feet from me and clears his throat. I look up at him.

He lets out his breath and says, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

I feel like his deep exhalation has stolen the air from my lungs as well. I freeze, unsure what to say, conscious of my breasts hanging heavy and my nipples taught and pointing at him. I shift my weight and feel my clit slide over the seam of my jeans. I see it all race through my mind – me next to the open door of his truck. The asphalt digging into my knees painfully as he fucks my throat. Him pulling me up and turning me around so my tits press against the leather seat as he slowly pushes into me, claiming me.

I lick my suddenly dry lips and say, “I think you might just be right, there’s something about your face that makes me feel like I’ve seen you before.” He smirks and says, “That’s what I was hoping you would say.” I stand up slowly pulling my tank top lower and my jean shorts higher. Daring him to break eye contact and look down at what I can give him. I gather my courage and walk to him. I stop inches away and lean up to his ear as his whiskers tickle my cheek. I breath out slowly, relishing in feeling his skin on my hot breath as he stiffens. I murmur, “I want you to fill me up, take what you need from me, use my tight pussy just the way you are imagining. I want everyone to see how you leave me.”

He shift his weight to the other foot and turns to look me in the eye. He reaches out and grabs my nipple with rough hands and dirty finger nails. He twists and nods. He walks me around to the far side of the truck, opens the door and takes a good look at me again.

“Lean over that seat.” I lay my ear down on the seat and strain to arch my back. I look back at him and wait.

He begins to rub the lump in his jeans with one hand and then paws me with his other hand. He’s rough, but not unpleasant. His thumb delves down between my legs, quickly finding the moisture and pressing his thumb along the seam of the jeans, rubbing. As he pulls the seam tight over my clit, I moan softly and snake a hand inside my shirt to cup my breast. He rubs again at my clit and I tremble, then he reaches around my waist and sharply pulls me to him. I can feel his hardness between the cheeks of my ass and the rough but minute movements he makes as he tries to stop himself from jerking his hips tight against me. He reaches around with his other hand now and slowly undoes the buttons of my shorts. I expect him to pull my shorts and my underwear down leaving my pussy exposed, opening like a blossoming rose. But he doesn’t, he pulls my jean shorts down just pass my ass and then fingers my thong. He pulls up sharply on the fabric and I groan again, then he slides the thin soaked fabric to the side. He holds it there with the thumb of his left hand as his fingers grope my ass. He looks up at me again, making eye contact as he wets the tips of his fingers in his mouth and then slides his hand along my center. There’s no resistance. I’m embarrassingly soaked. I ride his finger jerkily looking for friction. He slides a digit inside me probing, once, twice and then pulls his hand out, wiping my juice on my ass. He pulls his cock out and circles the base with his fingers giving a couple short tugs. Then he pulls my ass down and I feel pressure against my entrance. I’m so wet that his cock slides along my folds rubbing over my clit. He pulls back, lines himself up and snaps his hips. I gasp as he stretches me. He huffs and snaps his hips forward again, this time filling me as I feel my clit nestle against his balls. He moves quicker and each time he buries himself inside me I twitch when his balls slap against my clit. The dirty slap-slap-slap sound fills my mind and I know I won’t be able to leave this sound behind.

A total stranger, balls deep in my tight wet cunt. Stifling groans as he pulls my hips back against his cock. Air tickles my already moist ass as a breeze blows though the trees. I’m quivering, spasming under him with each thrust. I feel like I’ve fallen over the edge without ever taking a step. I feel dirty and ashamed. I search for embarrassment and find only guilt over this pleasure racking through me. I feel both the weakest and most powerful I’ve ever felt, knowing that I’m giving a stranger eclipsing pleasure, yet I mean nothing to him.

All too soon it’s over. I hear him grunt once, twice as he bottoms out inside me and then he twitches and is still, filling me up to the hilt. He lets out a rough sigh and pulls himself out. I feel his cum leaking out of me, overflowing and running down my leg. He slaps my ass, spreads my cheeks and then spits on my crack. The only thing I can think about is finding another cock to fill me, sliding in easily alongside his cum.

I snap back to the present, him staring down at me. I shake my head from side to side, and murmur, “No, sir. I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fvb06n/getting_filled_by_a_stranger_in_the_park_mf