I was on my way to the bus stop, checking the messages on my cell phone, not looking where I was walking when suddenly the heel of my shoe stuck in the grate near the curb and sent me sprawling as it jerked me backward. I yelped, my phone flying out of my hand as I went down on my back. The last thing I remembered feeling was the hard thump against the back of my head on the hard concrete.
I had just left a bar. It was late at night and I was on my way to catch the last bus. There was no one else on the street. I must have been seeing stars behind my eyelids for only a second or two and came back to consciousness very quickly noticing my skirt riding high on my thighs exposing the tops of my stockings, and the two top buttons of my blouse had popped completely off, exposing my lacy camisole underneath.
I was lying in a very awkward position when a handsome stranger came out of nowhere to reach down and help me up, but not before letting his eyes gander at my body. I watched a slow smile creasing his lips as he lifted me to my feet. The heel of my shoe had broken completely off, leaving me standing awkwardly with my hair falling across my face.
“Are you alright?” he asked as I brushed the strands of hair from my eyes. My eyes widened hearing his voice. So sexy, I thought.
“I think so,” I replied, it came out as a whisper as my face flushed with awkward embarrassment. I am always conscious and particular about my posture, and right then I had no posture at all.
Without asking, he brushed off my back and then my skirt. My skin warmed under the brush of his palm. I gasped softly as he brushed off my ass. He heard it and his grin deepened as he moved around to look at me. I couldn’t steady my stance in my lopsided shoes. His hands reached for my waist to steady me.
“Here, let me,” he said and knelt on the pavement to remove my shoes. He was so gentle about it, carefully wrapping his fingers around my ankle, lifting my foot a bit to pull my shoe off. I marveled at how his fingers gently slipped from my ankle and caressed my foot in guiding it back to the pavement. He did the same to my other foot. I was shocked by the sudden heat from his touch.
“Sorry about your shoes,” he said as he stood up and handed them to me.
I happened to be standing right next to a sidewalk trash can and I dropped them in saying, “Me too.”
He picked up my cell phone and handed it to me while asking, “Where were you heading?”
“To the bus stop,” I replied.
“My pickup is around the corner. I’d be glad to give you a ride home,” he quickly offered.
“Oh, I don’t want you going out of your way,” I answered.
“It would be no trouble at all,” he insisted.
I stared at him for a moment trying to decide what to do as I felt the cool pavement seeping through my stocking covered feet. I thought of how uncomfortable I would feel boarding a bus without my shoes.
“Did you say your truck is right around the corner?” I asked in considering his offer.
“Yes. I’ll carry you if you don’t want to walk in your stockings,” he offered.
I laughed. “That won’t be necessary,” I said as I took his hand to let him lead me to his truck. “I’m Amanda.”
“Leo,” he said in return.
I wasn’t sure if it was the night air or his hand holding mine but my nipples were as hard as rocks with their points showing through my blouse. I was sure he noticed it when he helped me into his pickup truck. I gave him directions and we rode in silence to my place. When we pulled up in front, he turned the engine off and leaned against the wheel just looking at me. He had turned off the engine for a reason and he was looking at me for a reason. He reminded me of a bellboy waiting for a tip.
“Would you like to come in for a while?” I asked. “I can make some coffee.”
That slow grin creased his face again and it sent waves of heat through my body. I knew that if he came inside with me he might not be leaving until morning. The thought made my pussy twitch as I was feeling more and more attracted to him. I didn’t know anything about him except that he was a good-looking man with a helpful hand, and probably had a nice cock to go with it. I wondered what he was thinking about me as I held my breath waiting for his answer.
“I’d like that,” he finally answered as his eyes ran over my body once again.
He came around and opened the door on my side. We went inside and I led him into my kitchen. He moved behind me as I stepped towards the coffee-maker. “Don’t bother making coffee,” he said as he put his hands on my hips. The seductive way his fingers wrapped my hips brought a soft moan from my lips. I took a small step backward and felt the hard bulge of his cock as I pressed my ass against his crotch.
He wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, “Is this what you want, honey?”
“Yes,” I replied with only a brief hesitation. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
He followed me up the stairs and into my bedroom. My heart was beating through my chest as I was thinking that I was about to get naked and have sex with this total stranger. Even though he was a stranger, I felt the excitement of discovering him intimately.
He stopped me in front of my full-length mirror and closed the distance between us. He pointed me to the mirror as he stood behind me. As we stood in front of the mirror looking at our reflection in the glass, I watched his hands slowly sweeping up the sides of my arms, over my shoulders, and barely touching my neck. He ran his hands through my strawberry hair and down around my neck. His fingers wrapped around my throat softly stroking downwards.
I shivered as his hands ran down my exposed cleavage to the buttons of my blouse that he undid, one after the other until he had my blouse opened. Then he seductively pulled it from my shoulders and down my arms, letting it float to the floor. His shirt followed. He unzipped my skirt and let it fall down my legs and puddle at my feet. His fingers caressed my hips as I stood there in my nylon holdups and tiny lace panties with matching lace camisole. My breasts swelled out of the top of the camisole and he traced them softly with one calloused finger.
Most guys I know would have been fucking me on my bed by now, but this guy had slow hands and I was loving the way he was teasing my body. He pulled off his shoes and socks and I watched his reflection as he undid his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear and stood naked behind me. My God, he’s sexy! I thought to myself.
He reached around me and undid the buttons of my camisole one by one. My breasts spilled out as he opened the camisole and pulled it off me. His fingers took hold of the waistband of my panties and pulled them up slightly, enough for me to feel it digging between the lips of my pussy before he pulled them down to my knees and letting them drop the rest of the way for me to step out of them.
He sat on the bed and pulled me into his lap. We watched the mirror together. I watched him gather my breasts between his hands and I felt him pinch my nipples making them even harder and darker as they swelled from his touch. I began to pant as his hand roamed softly down my curvy torso to my inner thighs spreading my legs slowly.
Our eyes met in the mirror as I opened my legs wider to show him my bare swollen pussy below. His fingers, calloused and blunt, moved gently over each lip, then down the seam between them. I moaned as he dipped one finger lower wetting it with my juice. The tip of his finger ran back up my slit and massaged my swollen clit, causing me to moan from the pleasure while I felt his hard cock throbbing beneath my ass. My hips bucked against him in wanting more.
He soon was dipping his fingers inside my hot juicy cunt, fingering me while his other hand massaged my tits and rolled my nipples. My eyes watered up with tears of passion as my sexual intensity built. My hips began rocking to the motion of his fingers and my chest heaved as his hand captivated my tits. Oh, he is making me so fucking hot! I thought to myself as my body moved beyond my control, wanting more and more as I watched his fingers moving in and out of my pussy through the reflection of the mirror.
Feeling my desperate needs swelling my brain I grabbed his hand trying to force him to move faster. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as he watched me in the mirror losing all control and moaning loudly through my gaping mouth.
“Look at yourself,” he whispered in my ear, still stroking my juicy cunt. “See how hot you look flushed with excitement and oh so wet.”
I opened my eyes and watched his fingers sinking knuckle deep inside my cunt, glistening with my juices as he pulled them out just to watch them disappear inside me again and again. It was an erotic sight to see my entire body glowing with a pinkish color to my skin and shimmering with perspiration. He let go of my breasts and pulled his fingers from my cunt. He rolled me onto my back and I scooted to the center of the bed.
He faced me and his cock was hard and throbbing. His skin was also perspiring with excitement as I reached out to touch him. My fingers trailed down his chest, down his stomach and winding through his thick pubic hair until they reached his cock and wrapped around it.
“Oh, you are so big and hard,” I said as I stroked him, loving the feel of his excitement throbbing in my hand. “Are you going to fuck me?” I asked.
“That’s a silly question,” he responded as he moved between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock along my wet slit.
“Ohhh,” I sighed as I watched his face lean lower to kiss me and felt the entire length of his body press against mine. I felt the hard warm weight of his chest flatten my breasts as his cock rubbed against my pussy, pressing towards my entrance. “Oh, God…” I sighed as I widened my legs to accept him.
His tongue dipping into my mouth at the same time his hot thick cock penetrated the soft wet walls of my pussy. Oh, it felt so fucking good I thought I would burst! “Yesss,” I hissed as his cock deepened its way into my body. I bent my legs back wanting to feel more of him, all of him. And he gave it to me with slow, deep strokes. His cock fit perfectly inside my pussy and moved smoothly in my juices. I sucked on his tongue and rocked my hips in unison with his.
“Oh, yes baby, you feel so good,” I whispered as my hands moved softly caressing his shoulders and his back.
“I had a feeling you would like it,” he said and rocked his hips a little faster.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” I cried out curling my toes in the air as I rubbed my soft inner thighs against his thrusting hips.
Then he slowed, pulling his cock out of my throbbing cunt and rubbed it back and forth through my slit and against my swollen clit. I planted my toes against the sheets and began rocking against his cock. I felt that familiar pleasure tightening inside my belly and I rocked faster against his cock, rubbing my clit against the wet silky skin of his shaft, knew I was about to explode.
He knew by my heavy breathing and how I rocked my body against him that I was about to cum and he shoved his cock back into my quivering cunt, deep and hard. The sudden eye-opening shock of his thrust sent me over the edge in a blinding spiral of ecstasy as my body exploded. My pussy clenched to his cock as the waves of orgasm ran through me. He heard my screams of pleasure as he felt my nails raking his back.
He had me. I was his as he rose and pulled my arms above my head and pinned my wrists to the bed. He continued to fuck me with his body slanted upward, forcing himself further inside me with his balls tapping my ass.
I whimpered, “Oh please, don’t stop fucking me,” as he pulled his cock out and once again rubbed it against my clit, which was overly sensitive now. He ran the head of his cock down my juicy slit, pushed my legs back and jabbed my asshole as if he wanted in.
“No, baby, I want you back in my pussy,” I said to him.
He complied with a smile, “Yes, baby,” and slid nicely back inside my pussy. He went deep, moving slowly in and out, torturing the both of us. We both had broken into a sweat and I loved the feel of his sweaty skin rubbing against mine when he lowered his body against mine once again. And once again we were in a full embrace, him moving quicker, and my thighs lifting higher.
I wrapped my leg over his thigh, sliding my skin smoothly against his. My hands ran along his sides, his hips, digging my nails in his fleshy ass as he moved faster and harder. His long strokes shook the bed and jiggled my tits just under his chest to where my hard nipples grazed his flesh.
Another orgasm built inside me. I began to cum and he tightened his hold on me. “Oh, yes baby, now!” I cried out and wrapped both legs around him and held him deep inside me. I arched against him, my body shaking with spasms of pure pleasure igniting my loins.
This was too much for him and I felt the warmth of his cum as he released it inside me. It felt so good, so complete. He rolled me over on my side, his cock still buried inside me as he held me caressing my back and stroking my hair. We lay in silence as he kissed my forehead, lips, and neck. Our hearts pounded together as we caressed. Tears of relief and joyful emotion spilled from my eyes because he had made me feel so good. I also made him feel good with a thankful blowjob after we settled, convincing him to stay the night.
He left in the morning and I never saw him again, but I will never forget how my clumsy night was saved by a handsome Samaritan.
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