*Consent was given in advance through discussions online beforehand. Safe is sexy!
I stood there alone on the boardwalk, leaning against the railing and watching the sun hang low over the horizon as the morning mist started dissipating over the beach. The waves were lapping at the sand, mesmerizing me as I nervously waited. I kept hearing footsteps approaching on the boardwalk, from the right or the left, and I would hold my breath for a moment wondering if they would slow behind me. But they always kept walking, fading to the other side of me as the locals went on with their routine morning walks. My hands started fidgeting, clenching and unclenching as I tried to relax. I was impatient to feel a stranger’s hands on me, to feel an unknown body press against me. I wanted the thrill of an anonymous encounter, to see how far I would take it.
I was already getting turned on, just with the anticipation of it. I was dressed in little pink shorts, loosely fitted so a hand could easily slide under them, and a black see-through cotton top that has never failed to draw attention. I had my arms resting on the railing, leaning provocatively over with my ass out, hoping for those elusive hands and body to envelope me from behind. And all of a sudden, they were there. I hadn’t even heard the footsteps approaching but hands slid around me from behind and a body, with a hard cock, pressed up against my ass. His hands encased me at the railing, gripping the bar on either side of me and affectively trapping me there. He whispered a greeting in my ear, an entirely unfamiliar voice, but all I could focused on was his hard cock against my ass and the excitement I was feeling at having my fantasy being fulfilled.
We spoke about a few mundane things like the weather and the beautiful scenery, as if we were two innocent observers of the morning view, chatting before going our separate ways. All along I was moving my ass against his erection, reveling in the feel of it pressing harder against me. He whispered how good I felt against him as he pressed back and put his hands in my pockets. I glanced to the right and left, noticing how many people kept passing by. Some would glance at us, smile, or say hello while others avoided eye contact. Which of them were aware of our public naughtiness? Who among them could tell we were pushing the limits of public behavior?
I ground my ass more obviously on the cock pushing against me as the stranger asked if I was wet. “Dripping”, I replied, and he said he would love to feel it for himself. I glanced back and forth to see if there was anyone coming up to either side of us and before I knew it his hand slid underneath the waistband of my shorts and his fingers slipped down close to my pussy. As he made a comment about how soft I was, his fingers slipped even lower, sliding into the wetness between my lips. He moaned along with me as he moved his fingers around my clit, but before I could fully enjoy the moment, we heard footsteps approaching and he pulled his hand out and returned it to my pocket.
We watched the morning walker pass by, probably giving away our naughtiness by the looks on our faces. But we were ignored and the grinding began again in earnest. I reached around and started feeling his cock with my hand, rubbing up and down the length and pinching the tip, enjoying the sounds of his soft groans and harsh breathing. I had yet to see this man’s face but I knew the outline of his cock and imagined how good it would feel inside me.
Quickly, he adjusted his cock into a better position so I could feel the entirety of it along the crack of my ass. I wanted it inside me so badly, to feel a stranger slipping into me from behind, right there on the boardwalk. I rubbed against him some more but it just wasn’t enough. His hand slipped back into my shorts and I gasped softly as this time his fingers pushed even deeper into my wet pussy. They swirled around my wet clit and reached down inside me as far as they could go. All the while, I squirmed and rubbed my ass as hard as I could against him while keeping an eye on the boardwalk around us to make sure nobody was approaching. When someone appeared to be heading our way he pulled out and placed the palm of his hand next to mine on the railing. I could see the sticky juices from my pussy stringing between his fingers. He whispered in my ear how good it looked and I could do nothing but stare at his hand, my juices coating several fingers, one of which had a wedding band. I was so turned on I knew I couldn’t let this interaction end without his cock inside me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vkagot/anonymous_encounter_fm_part_one
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