The First Stranger
I was in a Banana Republic store, looking at skirts when I felt him behind me and then just the very lightest touch of his finger or thumb on the back of my neck just under my ponytail. I have a very vivid memory of feeling excited rather than scared as he moved along my shoulder. I didn’t move away and then I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered “I knew you were a good girl, what’s your name?” I managed to mumble an answer. “I’ll buy this skirt for you if you’ll be a good girl for me.” I didn’t need him to buy the skirt for me and yet the offer and his hand now resting on my lower back and slowly pulling my dress upwards had me simply whimpering a “yes” in response. I followed him quietly out of the store and towards what I had hoped was a private spot and instead was the men’s room. He pulled me in after checking to see if it was empty and led me to one of the stalls. As I sat on the closed seat he unzipped and without another word simply pulled my mouth on to his cock. The scent and taste were not pleasant and yet I didn’t pull back, I liked the sounds he was making, and when I looked up the expression on his face only made me more eager. I still remember the awful taste of his cum as he came in my mouth and held me by my hair to make sure I couldn’t pull away. Any thoughts I had about being done were quickly dispelled by him pushing me up against the wall and sliding two fingers inside me. He called me names that I hadn’t been called before as his fingers went in and out ever more aggressively. As I shivered and creamed on his fingers and only his grip on me kept me upright when I came, he simply whispered “let’s get that skirt for you now, little whore.”
Thats what im talking about.
Probably someones wife.
