Feb 012009



Do you see that stairwell there? That very well-lit and glassed-in stairwell?

He had me there. Yes, I do mean he fucked me there.

The indiscretion was not planned, you see. But I couldn’t have planned anything that delicious. We were only meeting up for an hour, for drinks, fairly innocent. The parking in the city is mere dollars after 8pm, and it is scarce anywhere else, therefore it was only natural I park there. We had our drinks, we flirted, we stared, we knew. We left after 45 minutes and he asked if I wanted to go for a walk; things were quiet in the city because it was a weeknight. We could just walk and talk and not be overcome by noise pollution. I agreed but I wanted to drop my bag off to my car, and so we went.

It was still warm outside, warm for October that is. I wore my favorite skirt, knee-length and full soft cotton. The parking lot was pretty deserted but I still thought better of it, that perhaps I should not leave my purse on the car seat. After a moments consideration I leaned over to the passenger seat to tuck my bag under it. With one knee on the driver’s seat and my ass in the air….well you can see what might have put a notion in his head. I slipped my car key off the ring and kept only that key, tucking it into my bra as his eyes followed my hands. As soon as I shut my door and turned around, he slowly and methodically came closer to me. Closer and I was pressed against my car with him pressed against me.

The kissing got heated and intense until a foursome noisily made their way to their cars, their drunken voices reverberating irritatingly off the concrete structure. They were slow to go away so we decided to exit quickly and take that walk after all. The closest and quickest way away from them was that stairwell.

As soon as we were alone again he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. As we kissed he slowly backed me up to the wall. No, not the wall….it was the glass. He pressed against me with purpose and I could not ignore the hard cock pressing into my belly. His hands took on a life of their own and soon found my ass. Not enough, apparently, as he slowly pulled my skirt up in the back until my ass was exposed to the glass, to whomever could be out there, and his fingers explored my flesh.

To say that things quickly escalated would be an understatement. He removed my shirt and yanked down a bra cup roughly to sate his desire for his lips to meet my breast. My hands found his cock, found his button, found his zipper, found his cock. With his hands on the glass I crouched down to suck him for a few moments. One hand reached down to manuever my bra strap off of my shoulder, to expose my breast to his fingers. As I sucked, he pinched. When he breathlessly warned me that he could see someone outside, I looked up and flat-out stated that I simply didn’t care. He groaned and then roughly pulled me up to standing. His lips found my nipple. His fingers dove under my sodden panties and quickly found my clit.

“Too bad you don’t have a condom” I said.

And he stopped, immediately and stood up. As he stared me down he wordlessly reached for his back pocket and….yes, he did too have one.

I grinned a grin that said “You cocky bastard” as he turned me around, away from him. My palms on the glass, I backed up until I was bent over at the waist, legs spread a bit. He flipped my skirt up and in one move yanked my panties off my ass and left them around my ankles. They cut into my skin a bit as I spread my legs further while waiting for him to sheath up. He entered without warning and we both cursed.

What would someone see if they looked up? For how could they not from say, 50 feet, notice the couple fucking in the well-lit stairwell 4 floors up? They saw me being fucked; my one forearm pressed to the glass and my forehead resting on my arm. One breast hanging outside of my bra, swaying from the force. My other hand between my legs as I violently rubbed my clit. I know how slutty I looked. But they wouldn’t have known that I barely knew the guy fucking me, so they wouldn’t have known the depth of my sluttiness.

Right there in that stairwell. That very well-lit and glassed-in stairwell.

Jun 272008

This is my first foray here into the fictional world. Please let me know if this arouses you like it did for me while writing it….enjoy…

We left the restaurant at 9 and it was raining hard. The evening had been nice so far, but I couldn’t translate the written words on our screens in the internet world into physical attraction in the here and now. He could, but I couldn’t. The flirtatious looks, the unnecessary contact and the way he smiled let me know exactly how he felt. We got along great, though, and if nothing else a wonderful friendship would come from this. He was trying to hail us a cab, but it was proving difficult given the rain. By the time we got one, we were both more than damp from the rain. My hair was beginning to stick to my face and neck in thick ropes; my top clinging to my breasts and my nipples protruding out all made for quite a site.

He leaned close and reminded me of a story he wrote me of a couple feverishly fucking in the backseat of a cab. His low voice quietly rumbled in my ear: Gee look at that, here we are in a cab. Are you feeling some deja vu yet, or is it just me?

He was well aware that it had been a fantasy I enjoyed and one that he had created for me. He began whispering words, snippets of his story. As I let his words flow over me I felt myself getting aroused despite my earlier reservations. A familiar heat pooled in my cunt; that telltale tingle running down my sternum into my belly into the heat of my sex, immediately followed by wetness. I was barely aware of myself….my head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, legs drifting apart.

His hand lightly resting on my bare thigh, his lips to my ear I could barely hear him whisper…. I know you want my hand to move up your skirt, but the driver can’t see that low right now. I need to start higher up to clue him in on what I’m doing to you. I know you want him to see.

His hand trailed down the side of my neck, across my collarbone, teased around my cleavage. The deep “V” of my top allowed him to touch quite a bit of my breast without diving underneath clothing just yet. (I cannot think I just relish in sensations) I felt his lips graze the hollow on the side of my neck – seconds felt like minutes – finally he deeply suckled my neck, biting a bit. All that was heard from me was a sharp intake of breath and a low moan. Quickly his hand yanked my shirt and bra strap off of my shoulder, moved to my breast and pulled it into full view.I fluttered open my eyes to catch the quick glances of the driver from the rear-view mirror. Yes, this was what I wanted.

He had one hand on my thigh now and one hand cupping my breast, pinching my nipple. He was purposely avoiding going anywhere near my now-dripping pussy. I needed so many things at that moment but I could not voice them. I slid my ass forward a bit on the seat in an attempt to move his hand further up my thigh – all this caused was for my skirt to ride up along with his hand, and I could feel that my pussy was exposed. After a minute of my squirming on the seat, arching my body towards his hands, he moved a single finger towards me and ran it lightly up my slit but did not push in. This was just enough to convey that he was well aware of my arousal and what I wanted, but he was in control.

My clothes damp and hair wet, water dripping down my goosefleshed skin, my nipple was hard from the combination of the chill and the pinching. His hand moved away from my breast and any modesty that hand had been affording me was gone – I was fully exposed in that way. I tried to move my hand to his lap to search for signs of his own arousal but he wouldn’t let me. This was about my exposure right now, my vulnerability, my show to put on. I must have looked at him with some fear mixed into my lust because he smiled and kissed my check tenderly. His lips moved back my cheek to my ear so he could whisper: Are you ready?

To be continued……