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I felt the tension leave my body as laughter flowed from my lips. I should'veknown a girls' night out was just what I needed to de-stress. An evening surroundedby my best girlfriends and some good music would leave me feeling like wholenew woman. And a few drinks wouldn't hurt, either. Lani, as usual, had us allhowling over her latest sexual escapade. The woman wasn't afraid of anything!And though she was a bit on the frumpy side, she never seemed to lack for lovers.I can tell you right now, it's a body language thing. The woman oozes sexuality.Tonight, we were being regaled with a tale of illicit sex in the back of herfather's high-brow restaurant. With the new head waiter, no less! Damn, thewoman was shameless. But it was funny, you know. And I couldn't help feelinga little jealous at her ability to immerse herself in her current passion,to the exclusion of all else.
Well, it wasn't all that far into the evening, somewhere between appetizersand entrees, when I noticed him. He and two other guys were sitting a coupleof tables over from us. It seemed that every time I looked up, he was watchingme....intently. His intensity was giving me the shivers. By the time we wereready for dessert, I had butterflies in my gut and couldn't keep my eyes fromstraying his way every few seconds. And he knew I was peeking. He had the littlesmirk a Hunter gets when he knows his Prey is hooked. Each time our gazes crashed,I could feel it right down to my belly button. My, my.
"It seems you have an admirer," Dana whispered, following my gazeto his table.
"So it would seem," I answered, blushing. I've never had any problemgetting my share of the attention, but it had been a while since I had soughtany. And how was a woman supposed to resist that kind of intensity? I couldn'thelp my reaction.
Before I knew it, they were all in on it, and that was the end of any discretionon my part. The girls were all peeking at him and waving and generally makingasses of themselves. All I could do was refuse to look his way and blush likea virgin bride. And he thought the whole thing was funny. You could just seeit on his face.
Finally, it was time to clear out. All the dessert plates had been lickedclean. The Irish coffees were drained to the dregs. And the poor waiter hadbeen flirted with and propositioned until he was terrified to come take ourmoney. Even the Hunter had gone on to other pursuits. I left a few bills onthe table to cover my share of the tab, played the goodbye game with the lastof the girls and headed for the door. I had every intention of leaving a trailof clothes through the house, starting at the front door and ending at my bed.Even the thought of my pillow and blanket made my eyelids droop. Dummy Ithought to myself. You drank like you're 20 and you'll be feelinglike 50 in the morning. Ah, well. It was worth it.
I pushed through the door and out into the January air. Brrrrr.That oughta keep me awake. It was cold, not freezing, butdefinitely on the chilly side. My earlier bright idea of leaving my carin the parking deck and walking to the restaurant now seemed a bit insane.It was only two blocks away, but still... Oh, well, nothing forit. I made a quick scan of my surroundings for suspiciouscharacters - a woman can never be too careful, you know - and the onlything worthy of notice was the homeless woman sleeping in the bus stopshelter. At least she's out of the wind I thought,feeling a bit guilty for knowing I had a warm place to sleep that night.
This part of town is always pretty well patrolled, so I wasn't overly anxiousabout my short walk, but I was cold. So I hurried along as fast as my highheels would let me. My legs were getting cold and my stockings didn't do muchto protect me from the draft that was finding its way beneath my skirt. Bythe time I reached the parking deck, I was quite grateful that business hourswere over: I didn't have to wait for the elevator and it would go straightto my floor. I exited and, of course, my car was one of only two on the floor.Imagine that. The other vehicle was parked nose to nose with mine. Funnythat we should be the only two left, parked like that , I rememberthinking. Yeah, funny.
Being a smart girl, I scanned the area around my car and not seeing any causefor concern, I headed for the driver's side door with key in hand. Just asI went to turn the key, I felt a shiver along the nape of my neck. But beforeI could turn, I was being pressed against the car by a warm body. I suckedin a deep breath for what I was sure would be a blood curdling screech. Butit never found its way out. A gloved hand circled my throat, not choking butfirm. The screech died.
"Hush little one," purred a voice like warm honey against my ear. "I'vebeen waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" I whispered.
"Just like you wanted me to," he whispered back.
"I don't even know you." Panic started to edge its way into myvoice. Who the hell are you? I wanted to scream.
The gloved had tightened just slightly on my throat, trapping my scream.His body pushed against mine, crushing me against the car. And my reactionsurprised me. His body was hard, muscular. I could feel his erection, eventhrough my coat, and his hot breath against my cheek. My breath caught, stuttered.I felt the void open in the pit of my stomach. I knew I should be screamingbloody murder, but somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to break the spell.This was right out of my deepest fantasies, down to the scent of the muskycologne he was wearing. And somehow he knew. He chuckled low in his throatand flexed his hips against me. I gasped - loudly. Suddenly, I wasn't coldanymore. In fact, I was going to break a sweat very soon, at this rate. Againthat chuckle rumbled up from his chest. Oh, he knew alright.
I felt a hand gathering up my long hair, pulling it aside from my neck. Icould feel him twisting it, turning it into a rope. He used it to pull my headback and away, baring my neck and shoulder to him. "Please don't do this," Ipleaded. My body was taut with fear, walking the edge of panic. But I couldn'tbring myself to cry out. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him. Hisface moving closer to mine. I could feel his breath on my neck. He was aimedright for that spot at the crook of my neck and shoulder that I hoped everylover would find. If he hit that spot, I knew the battle would be over. Ashis lips touched my skin, something inside me snapped. I exploded into motion,using every part of my body that I could still move. I slammed an elbow intohis gut and stomped one foot down as hard as I could on his instep. He gruntedas I twisted away. But I had forgotten my hair twisted around his wrist. Notgood. My head was yanked back hard, and I yelped as I lost my balance, fallingback into him. But I could now see his face. The Hunter from the restaurant.
He held me absolutely still, though shock might have had something to dowith my immobility. He had one hand buried in my hair and the other at my hipto keep me from falling. And he was smirking. Smirking! And added to my fearwas anger. Presumptuous asshole! I punched at his faceand kicked at his legs. I grunted with the effort. I must have connected somewhere,because he growled at me and slammed me into the car, my back to him once again. "Andhere I thought you were gonna make this easy," he said, his voice droppingso low I could feel it in my bones. He tightened his fist in my hair, pulling,wrenching my head back. "I'm so glad you didn't," he growled againstmy neck. And then he bit me. Hard.
"Noooooo," I moaned softly. "Don't."
Harder. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. Tears rolled from beneath mylids. This man was going to take me, hurt me, and I couldn't seem to find thefight to stop him. He crashed against me, bruising my hips against the cardoor. I could feel his cock against my ass. And I wanted it. That was the mosthumiliating part. The part that brought the tears. I wanted this stranger tofuck me right here in the parking deck. And he knew it. In spite of my struggles,he knew it. His teeth worked at my neck, biting hard enough to leave marks.He pushed his knee between mine, forcing my legs apart. His free hand movedalong the back of my thigh. I tried to jerk aside as I felt him lifting myskirt. Since I had decided to wear stockings that day - just another in mylong line of great ideas - there was very little between him and his objective.My struggle only made him crush harder against me, keeping me still.
When I felt his gloved fingers reach the skin above my stocking, I made onelast attempt at freedom, pushing at the car with all the strength I had left,hoping to jar him off balance. No such luck. All I got for my efforts a lowgrowl and more bruises as my hips were crushed against the car. "You aremine, witch," he murmured against my neck. The hand that had been workingat my skirt vanished. I held my breath, not knowing where it had gone. Buthe turned his head and pulled at the fingertips of his free hand with his teeth.When the glove was free, he allowed it to drop to the ground. The hand returnedto the skin of my thigh, only this time it was warm instead of rough. Ohshit, was the only half-way coherent thought I can remember possessing.As his teeth moved to my earlobe, his hand moved to my slit.
When I felt him touch me, knowing he would feel my wetness, I sobbed. "Noooooo," Icried softly. He slipped his fingers beneath the edge of my panties. As heworked his way into my folds, scraping through my juices, my knees gave way.When he reached my clit, my whole body spasmed against him in reaction. I felthis cock pulse against me in response. His breathing quickened in time withmy own. When he dipped two fingers into my cunt, I tried to move away. Anywhere.But there was nowhere to go. His fingers began to move in and out of me, slowly,steadily.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered. "Beg me."
"Please. Stop." I whimpered. "Don't do this."
His fingers withdrew. I stopped breathing. His weight against me eased. Iwas ready to make a break for it. Just a little more room was all I needed.I felt his hand move between us. But it took me a moment to realize what hewas doing. He was undoing his belt. When I heard his zipper, I twisted violently,hoping. But he was ready for me. The hand fisted in my hair pinned me to thecar, pressing against my shoulder blades. I could feel the cold glass of thewindow against my cheek. And then cold air assaulted my thighs and ass as helifted my coat and skirt, baring me to his attack. And then the cold was gone.Replaced with warm - no hot - skin. His cock nestled between the cheeks ofmy butt, hard and velvety. His breath hissed between his teeth. Mine caughtbehind my breastbone.
Once again, his hand moved between us. I could feel the back of his fingersas he stroked his shaft. "See what you do to me, woman," he breathed. "Andnow I'm gonna fuck you hard, little witch." He traced the valley of myass with the head of his cock, inching closer to my wet puss. I strained awayfrom him. But there was no where for me to go. As he slid his cock betweenmy thighs, his hand grasped my hip, pulling my ass closer to him, away fromthe car door. He slid his hand down my belly and between my legs. Again, Ijerked as he found my clit with his fingertip. Heat washed through me, floodingme. His cock stroked my slit, spreading my juices into every fold. And thenhe found my entrance. He hesitated for just a moment, neither of us breathing,his fingers quiet.
And with one thrust, almost a lunge, he was buried inside me. I could feelhim stretching me, filling me up completely. My nails scratched at the glass.A long, low moan escaped from my lips, completely against my will. And frombehind, a growl, a sound that reverberated through my very bones. With onehand pinning my shoulders to the car and the other cupping my mound, liftingme to meet him, he began to move inside me. I could feel every inch of hisshaft, every ridge and vein. My resistance melted. I whimpered with pleasure. "Mine," hegroaned. "You are mine." He thrust into me, long, deliberate strokesthat ended with a punch to my cervix. At this rate, he would have me screamingout my pleasure to anyone with ears.
His pace increased, the heat building inside my cunt. I felt taut as a bowstring.I could hear his ragged breathing. He stroked harder, slamming into me. I beganto grunt with each impact. My eyes were squeezed shut as I focused all of meon the tension growing between my thighs. I wanted this. I wanted to come aroundthis stranger's cock. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. I wanted it, andI would have it. Suddenly, he pulled at my hair, yanking my head back at apainful angle. "Come for me witch." And that seemed to be all I needed.Pleasure exploded through me, my puss pulsing and grasping at his cock. I knowI cried out. I'm sure of it, though I don't remember it. One can't suffer suchpleasure in silence. It went on forever, his thrusting and my bliss. I thoughtI would pass out.
Suddenly my head was free and he grasped me by both hips, tight enough thatI knew his fingerprints would still be there in the morning. He was poundinginto me. I could sense his orgasm, there, just beyond his fingertips. I squeezedmy muscles around him, wanting to milk the cum from him. And with a grunt thatwas almost a shout he came. I could feel his cock spurting and pulsing insideme. He rode out his pleasure with quick thrusts and low grunts. I was flooded.He slowed, stopped. We rested for a moment, both of us panting.
And then he withdrew, slowly. And cum, mine and his, dripped down my thighs.Cold air caressed my skin. He stepped back from me, and I straightened. I didn'tdare look back at him. I'm not sure why, but I just couldn't. So i stood there,waiting, wondering what he would do now. Self-consciously, I smoothed my skirtdown over my hips and thighs and pulled my coat closed. I could feel his gazeon my back. I heard him step towards me, and I tensed. But all he did was bendforward to pick up my keys from the ground. I didn't even remember droppingthem. Funny, that. He reached around me to unlock the door. Then he openedit. Maybe I thought I could hide from him, but he had already seen what heneeded to. I sat down and put out my hand for the keys. But my hand remainedempty. And so I finally looked up at him. He smiled softly down at me as heput the keys in my open palm. "Goodnight, little witch. I'll be watchingfor you." He closed the door and turned towards his car. I fitted my keyinto the ignition and cranked the car. He shut his own door. I shoved the stickinto reverse and backed away. I refused to even look into my rear-view mirror.
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