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 Evening Stroll (MF)

   Another story by Aden East

   (C) 2008

   [please send feedback to AdenEast@gmail.com]
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   On an evening stroll...

   We're walking along window shopping, my hand in his.  My boots are
crunching the gravel on the sidewalk, the high heels magnifying the sound,
his loafers are nearly silent.  We stop in front of a brightly colored
window display, but I'm looking at our reflection.  I see the crease in his
slacks, the way his cashmere coat fits over those broad shoulders, and how
his hair barely ruffles in the breeze.  I see our hands clasped, and the
way the man walking by behind us is looking at the thighs my skirt barely
covers.

   We move on, and he becomes less interested in the window displays, more
interested in the way my hips move when I walk.  I smile to myself,
enjoying the attention.  We walk two more blocks when he pulls me down a
side street, almost at a run.  I ask what's going on, but he says nothing
and just tugs me into an alleyway between two brick buildings.  The sounds
of traffic are just a low buzz in the background, and he pushes me back
against the cold bricks, his mouth covering mine in a fevered kiss.  I gasp
as the cold leather of his glove slides up the back of my thigh, cupping my
ass while his tongue ravages mine.  My arms slide around his neck as he
presses against me, his other hand undoing the buttons on my coat.

   The cold air teases my nipples to erect peaks and goose bumps pop up
along my skin when he tugs my panties down, stuffing them into his coat
pocket.  My eyes lock onto his while my cold fingers fumble with the
buttons on his coat, and a devilish smile spreads across his mouth as he
opens his trousers, freeing his huge manhood.  His hands on my ass, he
lifts me up and slides deep inside of me while I wrap my legs around his
waist.  I'm pinned between him and the wall as he rams himself deep inside
my body.  His leather gloves squeeze my ass, cushioning it from the rough
texture of the red bricks.  He buries his face in my neck, his cold nose
sending shivers down my spine as his cock heats my insides, turning me to
liquid.  I'm moaning his name, getting louder each time he slides into my
hot pussy.  In the back of my mind I wonder if people on the street can
hear us, but then he bites my neck and I forget to care.  I squeeze my
thighs around his waist as his fingers skim down behind my knee, tickling a
little before moving back up and grasping my hip tightly.  He rams his cock
into me as forcefully as he can without cracking my head against the wall,
a short roar escaping him as he floods my pussy with his cum.  The
sensations overwhelm me, the cold air on my legs, the hot cum inside of me,
and I cry out, convulsing around his warm body.  He holds me close while
the orgasm rips through me, and when it subsides he lets me down gently.  I
stumble, my legs all wobbly.  He chuckles a bit, pulling out his
handkerchief and using it to mop us both up.  We straighten our clothes and
walk out to the street with our arms around each other, the crowd
swallowing us up without a clue.