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Mary's Faceless Stranger (m/f)
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Mary's faceless stranger (m/f)
Mary's stranger
by John Carter
You have been to a dark, smoky pub. You met a man there who
fascinated you beyond belief. He has your interest in history, art, and
music.
The club is quite dark. You sit there listening to his melodic
voice. You realize that you don't quite know what he looks like. You
know the shape of his head, but the combination of darkness and no light
gives you the feeling of talking on the phone.
He spends most of the evening talking to you. It is near
closing when he invites you to his apartment.
You are quite aroused, but having just met him, you prefer to keep
a bit more distance.
You refuse.
He walks you out to the street where your cars are parked. When
you round the corner of the main street, he turns you and kisses you.
You are only a bit surprised. You respond warmly.
His hands run up and down your back. You are finding yourself
responding much more than you had intended.
He again invites you to his apartment.
Again you refuse.
He continues embracing and kissing you, his tongue on your
lips and teeth, dancing with your own drives you wild.
He runs his hands down to your bottom.
You push your bottom to his hands as he kneads your cheeks.
You know that he must eventually stop. You are on a streetcorner.
He will eventually give up. You are terribly aroused, but you refuse to
go to his apartment, to the apartment of a man who you just met.
He talked to you for three or four hours in the smoky club. He
was never a very clear image, and you can hardly see him at all in the
dim distant streetlights.
His image is nearly all voice. You know much of his attitudes, but
you are not sure that you could pick him out of a crowd in daylight.
On the other hand, you can not remember being this attracted to a
man so shortly after meeting him.
He rubs your breasts through the material of your blouse. You find
yourself pushing them to his hands.
You are sure he will stop soon, but you are enjoying it while it
lasts.
You have decided that you will not go with him to his apartment, no
matter what. That should make you safe.
Your refusal is on your lips as he again asks you to go to his
apartment.
He runs his hands under your skirt. His hand first rubs you
through the thin material of your panties and then slides his finger
under the leg of your panties, tickling your mound.
His other hand pulls your blouse out from your skirt. With great
difficulty, kissing you all the while, he pulls your blouse free and
then reaches behing your back to unclasp your bra.
Pushing the cups of your bra up, he runs his hands over your
breasts.
His hand rubs your exposed mound. His mouth is on your breasts, moving
from one nipple to another. He tugs down your panties, sucking your breasts
all the while. You step out of them as they hit your ankles.
He brings both hands to your breasts, moving his mouth to yours.
You are terribly arroused. He again asks you to go to his appartment, and
without doing anything to stop his exploration of your body, you again refuse.
You know that he will stop in a moment. He is just as nervous as you are
about being on a dark city street this late at night.
He leans you against the car. You feel his erect manhood pressing into
your thighs. He continues to play with your breasts, his tongue possessing
your mouth.
He sets go of one breast and reaching down, unzips his fly. He takes your
hand and places it on his hard organ. You do not resist but neither do you
let go when his hand leaves yours and reaches for your so very wet slit.
His fingers run up and down your slit, from your clit (where they stop
monentarily) to your wet hole. You find your hips moving to his fingers, and
after a moment realize that without thinking about it, you are stroking his
erection.
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Your hand is stroking his erect manhood. His fingers are busy on your
breasts and slowly running up and down your slit. He has you at a peak of
erotic excitment that you have not reached in some time, and that you have
never reached IN PUBLIC. You have seen the odd set of headlights on the cross
street, and now for the first time a car turns down your street.
For a second the two of you are full in its lights and then you are in near
total darkness again.
You were struck with fear of discovery, but then the fear and the excitement
blended together, helped by his constant stroking of your clit. The whole
time the car was turning and going by he continued to use his fingers on your
sex.
Your hips are rocking back and forth to the command of his fingers. You
can't ever remember wanting it this bad before, and knowing its not possible
to do it.
You can now see another couple getting into their car not 60 feet away.
They seem to take only the mildest interest in you.
He slides a finger into your wet hole, making you moan, attracting their
attention.
They turn toward you, trying to make out your image in the darkness.
His back is to them, so you are the only one to see. Both of them stare
at you, but it is so dark thay are not quite sure what they are seing,
but you know that your breasts are exposed, you know that if they come
closer, you would be unable to stop him in time to cover your pubic
mound.
The couple stays next to their car as if uncertain as to what to do.
He turns you so that you can't see them. You now face the car. Your breasts
flatten against the cold car's metal. He pulls your panties all the way down.
Your legs spread with no consious thought. Your body responds on its own.
He reaches around and again grasps your sex. His fingers tickle your clit.
You feel his hard organ press against your ass.
You hear a small sound from the couple.
Before you can say anything to him, his erect member enters you.
You are on a public street.
Leaning against a car, in full view of another couple.
Making love ...
... and loving it.
He had finally stopped asking you to go to his apartment.
He had also bent you over the hood of the car, pressing your sensitive
breasts against the cold metal, hiking up her skirt, spreading your legs.
His engorged prick had entered you as his hand had grasped your clit.
Between the sensation of fullness, the sensation of his hand on your clit,
rubbing away expertly, and the sensation of having your exposed nipples and
stomach pressed against the cold car, you were nearly out of control.
You stopped caring that there was a couple that could probably see
you. You have stopped telling herself that they couldn't see. You have
stopped thinking about them. you are only thinking about your body and
it's sensations.
Your back was to the couple. You can't tell if they were watching
you or entering their car. Your back is to him. You can't even see the
outline of his face anymore.
It was like being made love to by a ghost... all sensation, no reality.
You were bucking back to his prick when the car's lights caught you.
You are bent over the hood of the car. His erect member is in you as deeply
as you can remember ever being loved. Your shirt is open, your skirt hiked up
over your hips.
You had stopped caring about being seen by the couple at the other car, when
the headlights caught the two of you in their beam. Your milky white breasts
show clearly (you are sure) as the car slows in its turn. His hand has never
relinquished possession of your clit, and continues to stimulate you the
entire time.
You can only react to what is happening; the danger of being seen by the
passers-by; the spotlight from the car; the cold metal on your tender breasts
and stomach; The cock burried in your pussy; the hand rubbing your clit in
time to the shaft's plunges...
You are overwhelmed by the sum of it; simultaneously you have one of the
strongest orgasms you can remember...
In the car lights
On a public street
As people watch;
Taking it from behind
bent over a car
by a man who is a voice
who's face you can barely remember--
And you love it.
The car continues on its way. It seemed to slow for a moment, but you
can't be sure they noticed you.
You look back at the couple. They seem bothered by your stare and
quickly get into their car and leave.
He continues to make love to you.
As he reaches orgasm, you join him; calmer now, but somehow
sweeter.
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