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Hetero, Stranger Sex, Exhibitionism, Cheating
I was twirling my engagement ring, a habit I recently picked up -- recently because I had the ring for less than one month. When the ring was brand new I lovingly fondled it, but soon I began spinning it around my finger when anxious or bored. Don't read anything into that and psychoanalyze me. I love my fiancée and want to spend the rest of my life with him. Wow, just think, I'll only be twenty-nine after 10 wonderful years with him. Holy shit! If I live to be 90 that means almost 70 years! With the same guy! But after what happened in the bookstore... oh yeah, I was telling you about that.
I had a college paper to do. My peers would have gone to the library, but not me. No, I needed my Starbucks so I went to my local Borders bookstore. I found an area on the second floor with a big square table and four cushy chairs around it. Plopping down in the chair that faced the window -- I can't do homework without distractions, can I? -- I stretched my legs out in front of me. Spreading my pad and the book I "borrowed" on my not too short denim skirt got me ready.
Engrossed in my work, I heard a man say, "How 'bout these?" Glancing up, I saw an older, good-looking couple. The woman was carrying a book and the man several magazines. He was pointing to two of the chairs around the table I was sitting at. His wife nodded and he sat down across from me.
Feeling uncomfortable, I quickly removed my feet from the table. After all, I was in a public bookstore, not my dorm. I love wearing denim, but sometimes the stiffness of the material causes the skirt to separate from my body. I held my breath knowing I had just raised and spread my knees. My mind was in turmoil. Was he looking? Did he see under my skirt? Lifting my notepad, I peered over the top. The man seemed to be reading his magazine, but what if he was faking it like I was and looking at me? Did he see? I couldn't stop asking myself that silly question. My heart beat faster thinking he may have as my eyes dropped to my lap.
Glancing at the man's wife, I found her reading her book. Why wasn't it her sitting across from me? I thought. Then I remembered it had been the man who pointed to the vacant chairs. Did he purposefully sit across from me? Oh no, the window behind him surely provides enough light to see under my skirt. My mind was racing.
My eyes darted back to the man. It took a moment, but I realized he was looking at me. Our eyes met; his confident stare so different than mine. I quickly looked down. Why is he staring at me? Why did I look away like a frightened child? My hand touched my cheek. My skin is hot. Shit, I'm blushing! He knows I'm embarrassed. "Damn it, I'm 19! Why am I acting like a baby?"
My eyes shot up and I saw both the man and woman looking at me. Oh god, did I say that last part out loud? I thought. The woman gave me a warm smile, but my cheeks reddened even more as I hid my face behind the notepad. Why did I have to have red hair? No one else blushes so easily. Why me? Shit, I have to get back to work.
Glancing first at the woman and then the man, I found them both reading. I sighed deeply, and then quickly looked to see if they heard. This time no one was looking at me and I was about to sigh again in relief when I held the breath letting it out silently. Returning to my work I flipped through pages and scribbled notes. At last I forgot about the man; that is until I reached for my coffee cup. As I leaned forward, my knees separated and my denim skirt tented at the hem. Snapping my legs together I quickly looked up. Is he looking? I can't tell if he's reading or looking. I need to know.
On an impulse, I slowly spread my legs, my eyes darting from his face to the hem of my skirt. When my knees were about twelve inches apart I panicked and quickly flung my right leg over my left. I instantly knew that doing that had spread my legs wide apart and gave him a clear view under my skirt. That is if he was looking. His eyes moved! I saw them follow my leg! Shit, he is looking! He saw under my skirt! He saw my panties!
Trying to be nonchalant, I took a sip of my coffee, but my hand was shaking and my leg rocked from nervousness. Why don't I just get up and leave? I asked myself. And then it hit me! I'm excited! Shit, he's making me wet!
I struggled with the disbelief that I enjoyed having the man look under my skirt. He's old ... as old as my father. How could I be attracted to him? And what about John? I'm going to marry him. We just got engaged!
But as much as I tried to fight it, I was aroused. Keeping my eyes on the man's face, I slowly lifted my upper leg and swung it to the side, softly placing my foot on the floor. His eyes darted lower -- beneath the hem of my skirt. My legs were apart, my thighs not touching. Sucking in a lungful of air as quietly as I could, I spread my knees even further apart with my feet flat on the floor. My chest rose and fell with my short, quick breaths. I saw him staring, not even trying to hide the fact now. I tried to remember what color panties I had on. I knew they weren't thongs, but I didn't pay attention to the color when I dressed because of the density of the denim skirt. I didn't think anyone was going to see them.
My eyes were on the man's face, watching him blatantly look under my skirt. I noticed movement and my gaze lowered -- he was spreading his legs. Pausing, his eyes locked on mine and a faint smile appeared on his face, visible now that the magazine was lowered a bit. And then his smile broadened as his knees moved a few more inches apart.
The man's eyes bounced between my face and my legs, and then I understood. First glancing to the side at the man's wife, I moved my knees a few more inches apart. He winked and parted his legs further, causing me to follow suit. We continued until I felt the skirt pressing against the outside of my thighs. I looked down, shocked to see how far my knees were apart. I almost snapped them closed, but just then I saw his hand between his legs rearranging his cock. His cotton slacks showed the bulge going down one side. He was hard!
I wanted to see it! His cock! But how?
Turning towards the man's wife, I saw the book in her lap and her chin against her rising and falling chest. Her eyes were closed! Now with my eyes back on the man's face, only occasionally darting towards his wife, I slid my hand along my inner thigh under the skirt, almost caressing the soft flesh. Hooking my fingers under the crotch of my panties I paused, twisting my head to scan the area. Then, after glancing at the wife again, I lifted the hem of my skirt and pulled the crotch of my panties to the side. It was only for a moment, but the man's wide eyes told me he saw plenty. I withdrew my hand and snapped my knees together. I was breathing hard, on the verge of hyperventilating, checking out the area once more. Turning back to the man, my stare lowered from his face to his crotch.
I didn't have to wait long. Strategically positioning his magazine on his lap, the man's fingers pushed the material of his fly aside and grabbed the silver zipper. My breathing stopped as it slowly lowered, and I leaned forward with anticipation. Using the magazine as a shield, the man's hand deftly snuck into the opening and pulled out his hard cock.
"Ohhh!" I gasped aloud, glancing to see if I woke the man's wife and then quickly turning back.
My heart was fluttering and my face flushed. I had an active sex life and had seen my share of cocks, but this was different. There was something about the situation ... him ... his cock. I wanted to reach out and yank it from his fingers ... to hold it ... to fondle it. And then his fingers moved ever so slowly -- up and down, up and down. I didn't notice how dry my lips were until my tongue swiped across them.
Mesmerized, I sat like a statue -- a statue whose breasts rose and fell with heavy breathing. And then I saw his nod. Like an idiot, I stared blankly at his face. Then another nod. It finally dawned on me. I spread my legs and reached under my skirt, pulling aside the panties now moist with my arousal.
He smiled. Not a warm smile, but one that sent shivers up my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. My eyes were drawn to his hand, now moving in longer strokes. Suddenly, it stopped and his index finger unwrapped from around his cock and pointed between my legs. When I didn't move, he flicked the finger and suddenly I was enlightened.
Still holding my panties to the side, I probed my cunt with my index finger and moved it slowly in and out. He smiled again, his own fist active once again -- more urgently now. I sped up my finger-fucking, ignoring the squishy noises from my wet pussy. I scooted down in my seat until my butt was on the very edge. My skirt rode up my thighs allowing me to spread my legs further apart. I knew he could see everything -- EVERYTHING!
Letting out a moan, I didn't even bother to see if I disturbed his wife. I didn't care if she woke up and screamed for the police. I was more aroused than I had ever been and nothing was going to stop me -- NOTHING!
The man pointed his cock at me and I saw the little pearl drop at the tip. Again I sighed, a long, loud one. The man's thumb covered the tip and spread the pre-cum over the head of his cock. I moaned again. My finger slid out of my drenched pussy and found my clit. Rubbing it in circles, I tried to keep my eyes on the man's cock but my head fell back, resting on the soft seatback. My eyes closed and my hips jerked. I bounced on the chair until I exploded, stifling my scream by biting my lower lip.
When I came to, I lazily looked down. My skirt was at my waist with my legs spread as far as they could within the confines of the large chair. Clearly in view, in the bright light, was my pussy, only partly covered by my twisted panties. The red pubic hair clashed with the pink undergarment.
Looking around in a daze, my eyes focused on the man's lap. Where is it? I wondered. His cock was back in his pants, but the bulge told me it was still hard. Why is it hidden?
"Please?" I begged out loud in a lust-filled whisper.
The man stood and stepped around the table. He held out his hand and I took it. Tugging me to my feet, he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it like a gentleman of old. Then he wrapped his lips around my finger and sucked -- the finger that I had just used to masturbate. I felt my knees go weak knowing he tasted me.
Releasing my hand, the man dropped to his knees. I flinched when I felt his palms on my bare skin sliding up the outside of my thighs, but I didn't move away. Not even when he grabbed my panties and slowly pulled them down. When around my ankles, I placed my hand on the top of his head and lifted one foot. After I did the same with my other foot, he stood, stuffing my panties into his pocket. Then I felt my hand clasped in his powerful one and was led like a lamb through the store.
We were in a section I had never been to -- someplace in the back. He opened a door and gave me a gentle shove. It was some kind of storage room filled with boxes and books. Discombobulated, I looked around, lost and confused.
I felt a firm hand on my shoulder turning me around. When the man leaned down, I got on my tiptoes until our lips met. His tongue probed my mouth which I willingly accepted. Reaching around him, my arms clasped him firmly, not wanted to let him break free, but also providing me the support to keep from falling. We kissed passionately, spittle dripping down my chin.
He eventually pulled away, leaving me standing spellbound. As if in a dream, I looked down and saw his hard cock protruding from his fly. I'm sure I would have done it on my own, but the slight pressure of his hand on the top of my head was all I needed to drop to my knees. There it was! His cock! Right in front of me!
I lifted my hand; it trembled slightly. The thought of my fiancée fleetingly entered my mind, but evaporated as soon as my fingers touched the warm, bobbing meat inches from my face. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned forward feeling the underside of the cock-head touch my tongue. As if afraid it would escape, I snapped my mouth shut, locking my lips around the man's cock.
I remembered him using his thumb to smear the pre-cum over the head, and I swiped my tongue over that area. The taste was very faint, possibly only in my imagination. I moved on to other parts, using my tongue to explore the texture and every bump and ridge. Pushing the cock against the inside of my cheek with my tongue, I touched the bulge from the outside with my fingertips.
I pulled back slightly when I felt the zipper scratch my chin. Cross-eyed, I saw the man's cock sticking out of his boxers -- he had undone his pants and let them fall. Begrudgingly, I allowed his cock to slip from my mouth and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down. Now it was his turn to lean on my head as he stepped out of his clothes.
Grabbing his cock in my fist, I lifted it skyward, exposing the wrinkled sack below. I had never done it before, but I captured the sack in my mouth, sucking and licking his balls. It had a faint musty odor and taste but I didn't care. My tongue attacked the hard testicles like a pool cue would a ball.
But what I desired was in my hand. I pulled his cock down and looked at it lovingly. Again I thought about my fiancée, and that he would be kissing my mouth -- the mouth that would soon be sucking the man's cock. And I thought about the man's wife, and that his cock had been inside her pussy and will again. But none of that mattered.
I rubbed the cock against my cheek, and then turned to do the same on the other side of my face. Pressing it to my cheek, I sighed contently. And then I couldn't wait any longer. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around the cock and immediately began bobbing my head, dragging my lips up and down the shaft. I got carried away and gagged a few times, but that didn't deter me. Nothing was going to stop me now.
"Oh god!" the man groaned.
Looking up, I saw him staring down at me. His hands gently touched the sides of my head, not really holding me in place but encouraging me to stay still. Our eyes locked like they had earlier across the table, and then his lips pressed tightly together. I knew what was coming, but I didn't care. That's not true. I did care. Although never doing it before, I wanted his fluid in my mouth -- to swallow part of him and therefore make him part of me.
The force of the first burst of semen surprised me and I automatically jerked my head back -- but I had the wherewithal not to release his cock. The second discharge filled my mouth before I swallowed, but then I gulped each load down in succession. My throat made obscene noises but I didn't care. I was doing something for this man that I had never done for anyone, not even my fiancée, and then I wondered if his wife had done it. I hoped she hadn't. I wanted this to be special between us.
I felt the ball of his palm against my forehead, pushing. Not wanting to give up my prize, my lips tightened around his cock and my hands grabbed the back of his thighs. But with a little more force my head was pushed back, causing a loud popping noise when his cock was freed. I looked up at him with my best pout but he ignored it.
Placing his hands at my armpits, the man guided me to my feet. He grabbed the bottom of my black tee-shirt and pulled up. I lifted my arms to allow the shirt to be removed. Shaking my head to fluff my hair, I stood before him in my lace bra. His fingertips brushed the front where my nipples were covered and I shuddered. Then he reached around me and unhooked my bra. Pulling the ends towards him, the straps slipped off my shoulders and down my arms when I extended them.
Following his gaze, I saw that my nipples were sticking out. His fingertips once again brushed my tits like a paintbrush a canvass, but this time there was nothing covering my nipples. I felt weak-kneed and grabbed his shoulder for support. His palms replaced his fingertips and gently squeezed both tits.
After fondling my breasts for a while, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue against my erect nipple. My moans filled the room. He did this again and again, and then switched to my other one. When I thought I couldn't take any more, he stuffed as much of my tit inside his mouth as he could and sucked hard. I was sure he'd leave a mark, but I didn't care.
While sucking my breasts, the man undid my denim skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside, not knowing or caring where it landed. I was now completely naked with a stranger in the storage room of Borders bookstore.
I seemed weightless as the man scooped me up in his arms. Hugging him around his neck, I rested the side of my face on his chest. He took a few steps while looking around and then sat me on a table with my legs dangling over the side. Pushing my legs apart, he stared between them. I thought back to sitting across from the man and being embarrassed that he saw my panties. Now he was looking at my pussy and I wanted him to see it! I spread my legs further apart.
The man placed his hands on the table on either side of me and leaned forward. The moan came from deep within me as he munched on my tit -- first one, then the other. Back and forth, teasing my nipples, sucking on the pliable flesh. Wedging his face between my breasts, he licked my skin like a cat, using broad strokes with his tongue. It was as if he was licking my sweat off my body.
Then his head moved downward, dragging his tongue along my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. His tongue popped into my bellybutton, like a golf ball into the cup, pushing hard. My legs shot up, and when they came back down were resting on his shoulders.
I opened my eyes when his tongue stopped moving and found him looking up at me. His cheekbones rose a little as if he was smiling, and I saw a glint in his eyes. Maintaining eye contact, his head lowered without his tongue losing contact with my body. I'm not ticklish, but his tongue dragging over the sensitive skin caused my stomach muscles to undulate. But that wasn't his objective and he kept going lower, his tongue burying itself in the neatly trimmed tuft of red hair.
Holding my breath, I waited ... expectantly. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert and I felt my pussy muscles clenching. And then I moaned; a deep soulful sound I had never heard before. My hips jerked as his tongue contacted my clit. I wanted him to suck it, lick it, bite it, but he didn't stop there and kept moving, pushing aside my labia as his tongue slid down my slit. And then it reversed direction, sliding up towards my clit again. But just as it touched that most sensitive part of my body it retreated. Up and down, up and down his tongue glided, consuming the moisture my aroused pussy produced.
I felt his thumbs on my labia -- pulling them apart. Once again I looked down, but all I saw was the top of his head. His tongue slid downward again, poking the opening to my pussy. But wait! This time it didn't change course. It sunk in! Deep inside me!
"Oh god!" I moaned, eyes closed and head tilted back.
His tongue flicked rapidly like a snake's, probing the inner depths of my cunt. I groaned, I moaned, I pleaded for him to keep doing it. My hands were flat on the tabletop, supporting my jerking hips. His tongue stopped moving. I humped harder, fucking his taut tongue, smashing my pussy into his face. My ankles locked behind his back as I strained to get his tongue deeper. I was delirious, my body filled with lust I had never known before.
"Ahhhhhh!" I cried out when I felt his finger press against my clit.
Digging my heels into his back, I strained as I lunged forward. My ass was off the table and my pelvis was humping. The feeling was so intense I wanted it to stop, but also for it to never end. My body was ready to explode. I didn't think I would survive. Nothing mattered other than the feeling between my legs -- not my fiancée, not his wife, not that the man was a stranger, not that he was old, not that I was in a bookstore.
My arms buckled, no longer having the strength to support me. I fell onto my back, my hot wet skin stinging on the cool surface. Raising my hips higher, my back arched with my heels digging into the man's back. And then I let out a low guttural sound that came from deep within me. My pussy exploded, sending electrical charges throughout my body.
When my orgasm subsided I slowly opened my eyes. Lying flat on my back on the table with my legs dangling over the side, I was drained. The man stood between my legs, staring at me ... silent. His face was shiny with his saliva and my juices. I stared at him in a daze, like a rag doll not being able to move on its own.
Then I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him. My ass slid a few inches along the table surface and then I felt the poking. His cock was hard again! He moved slightly, continuing to probe, and then I felt the tip of his cock find its mark. With his hands still on my hips, I felt his cock enter me ... just the head. We stared into each other's eyes as his cock slowly slid into me, deeper and deeper, until our pubic hairs meshed. I was his -- he owned my body!
He began a slow rocking motion, his cock sliding in and out of me. My pussy muscles clenched, holding onto his cock as tightly as I could. He was fucking me, performing the most intimate of acts. I wanted him to stay in me forever, to provide me the pleasure I was receiving for eternity. I knew I would never again feel that way. He was a god, my Adonis. I was his -- my body, my soul.
Gradually, he picked up speed. I felt his fingers digging into my flesh as his cock plowed into me. Faster ... faster ... harder! He was fucking me like I wanted it, fast and hard! There was no love, just lust. And that's how I wanted it -- to be taken by the stranger in the storage room of a bookstore. We were no longer civilized human beings. If evolution could reverse course it did for us. What we shared was raw animal lust.
He pounded into me hard. Looking up I saw the strain on his face, now red with effort. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my body. His eyes were closed, his hair fallen into his eyes, his mouth open. He was relentless, ramming his cock in and out of me like a pile driver. And I was shamelessly humping my hips up to meet each thrust ... to get him in me deeper.
We continued for five minutes, then ten, then more. I don't know how long. All I knew was that we were one, joined by cock and cunt. The skin on my back was getting irritated from rubbing back and forth on the hard surface, but I didn't know that until later. All I felt at the time was his cock fucking me. And then that feeling reappeared. I thought I couldn't take any more, but afraid it would stop. I needed release, and then I felt it. My whole body tingled and my cunt exploded. I don't know how else to describe it. It was like a thousand firecrackers exploding inside my cunt. Not one big one, but a thousand blasts, one right after the other. And in the middle of it all, I felt his sperm shoot deep inside me ... fill me. Again his semen entered my body, making him part of me.
Breathing hard, I lay semi-conscious on the table. Sweat poured down the sides of my face as I brushed the hair from my eyes. My arms and legs felt like lead and I couldn't move them. Sperm dripped from my pussy down the crack of my ass, but I couldn't even bring my legs together. Slowly, very slowly, my eyes fluttered open.
It took a moment to focus, and then I somehow managed to raise my head. Looking around, I was alone. My head fell back onto the table and I took deep breaths, trying to regain my strength. Eventually, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and once again looked around. Spotting my denim skirt, I slid off the table onto rubbery legs and retrieved it. Stepping into the skirt and pulling it up over my hips and fastening it, I felt its stiffness and marveled at how that had led to the best sex of my life. It took a little longer to find my bra and tee-shirt, but soon I was fully dressed. That is, except for my panties that the man had taken.
Leaving the storeroom, I wandered back to the area of the bookstore it all began. On the chair where the woman had been sitting lay the book she was reading. The man's magazines were haphazardly scattered on the table as if he had tossed them. I picked up my school materials and left the bookstore thinking, I don't even know his name.
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