The stranger.
The stranger.
They had felt the conclusion of the evening early, both of them, more or less at the same time. They would probably have left separately if she hadn't mentioned it while next to him on the couch. It had been a nice evening of drinks and food with old friends, but as was often the case, the end of a full work week came with it's energy limits, besides, they were not 20 anymore. At first he had suggested a shared taxi, but she countered with a walk. It wasn't that far, they lived relatively close, and it would help clear their heads a bit before going to sleep. Besides, she felt comfortable with him. Ex of her friend, sure, but there was no bad blood, and she had always seen him as respectful and confident, calm and composed. And a bit intriguing.
Her friend had, as girlfriends sometimes do, shared intimate things. Not explicit details, but enough to know that there were things hidden behind the composure, things that only surfaced through invitation. And he was physically formidable, at least compared to her petiteness. Not muscular in the gym sense, but strenght built over years of manual work. She had sensed it in the past, even when he had been together with her. She had wondered, not only once.
But she had no plans for the walk. Just a walk home, together for safety and clean air.
About halfway they passed a small industrial complex, the kind you might find in the suburbs, with only parts of it fenced off and littered with surveilance cameras. He stopped for a second then asked if she wanted to share a cigarette with him in a sort of backyard resting area in the complex that was accessible without trespassing. There was a bench against a wall where they could sit in peace for a few minutes. Sure she said, thinking nothing of it, a short break would be nice. He led her through a small metal gate in a wall next to one of the buildings that revealed a small resting area with a few trees, some plants, a bench against a wall just like he had said, a bench-table off to the side of the building near a large window. He had obviously been there before. The area was cozy in it's own right, clearly intended to provide a sheltered area for workers to have a timeout. It was slightly overgrown so it's usage these days was probably limited. As they sat on the bench she could see themselves reflected faintly in the dark window on the opposite side.
As they shared a cigarette, hardly speaking, just soaking up the relaxed atmosphere of the secluded resting area, she glanced at his bare forearms. They didn't look very strong, but she knew looks were deceiving. His ex had told her as much back then. Hed had held her at times, gently but so firmly that she had been unable to move, at all. She remembered the look on her friend's face when she had said it, a dreamy look. She felt warmth rising in her. Without fully thinking she suggested another cigarette.
"Two in a row?" he asked, slightly puzzled.
"Yes" she replied calmly, slightly terrified of her own thoughts emerging at the back of her mind.
He gave her another, and took one more for himself, then lit both. About halfway through she placed her hand on his forearm, and drew an almost slient breath of air. He noticed. His arm was much firmer than she had thought it would be, it took her a bit by surprise, and did nothing to mute her thoughts. She looked up at him and met his eyes, which he held with a look of calm, wonder and questions, all at once. She dropped the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the sole of her shoe. He took another drag, then did the same. She got up, stood in front of him and took both his hands in hers and looked into his eyes. For 10 seconds she just stood there, holding his hands, looking at him. He looked at her, still calm, and appeared to wait in anticipation.
"Would you like to?" she finally asked.
"Here? Now?" he replied, almost able to remain fully composed.
"Yes"
Then
"I want you to hold me, firmly"
"Oh" he said, memory seemingly coming back to him
Then
"Yes, I would like that very much"
She let go of his hands and without breaking eye contact let her summer dress drop to the ground, and stepped out of it. She stood there in her white cotton panties and beige canvas shoes, feeling intensely exposed, yet strangely safe. No effort could prevent him from looking up and down her body, ending in a soft smile of gratitude and awe. A wave of boldness and urgency washed over her.
"Do your thing" she said, surprising even herself with her directness. He raised both eyebrows.
"She told me things, I want to experience something like that" she followed up before he could say anything.
Then
"Don't go slow, my imagination has done preparations well already, I don't want this to take forever"
He nodded.
He got up and took her hand, then led her towards the bench-table where he gently lifted her up so she could sit on the edge, then slowly eased her down so she was lying on the table top. He held eye contact and grabbed her panties by the edge and slowly pulled them off. She closed her eyes and drew air. Then he asked if she was sure. A simple yes was sufficient. He locked her arms and legs in place with his arms, and gently started kissing her just below the belly button. Do it she said, don't wait. The taste was sweet, and her imagination had indeed done preparations well. He licked her gently and steadily and before long she was breathing heavily, trying to contain her moaning. She tried to move, fight against him, but he held her down, tightening his grip just enough to hold her in place, but not harm her. That brought her over the treshold in waves. He still held her, teased her clit with the tip of his tounge until it go too much and she said stop in a soft begging voice. He stooped immediately and let her go. She opened her eyes and met his, then smiled and tried as best she could to contain a laugh. Her eyes were gleaming. Then he took her hand and pulled her up into sitting position.
"We are not done yet" she said firmly
"I want to feel you inside"
She grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, then unbottuned his shorts and let them fall to the ground. Then she hopped down from the table, squatted and pulled down his boxers. She looked up at him from below. He was standing firm, in more ways than one. Then she took him in her mouth. Careful he said, this might not last as long as you hope it will. She giggled softly, feelings of empowerment washing over her. Continue she said. He grabbed her hand, pulled her up and led her around the corner, further into the resting area, away from the gate through which they had entered. He put her against the wall, bent down slightly and slid his arms in under her knees and lifted her up off the ground. With knees bent over his elbows she hung there, against the wall, spread wide and within reach of him. She ran her hands through his hair and looked him deep in the eyes, with longing. Put your wrists where I can reach them he said, and she followed his command, deliberately slowly. His hands closed around her wrists, and she tried to move. He held. A small smile. Then she tried again with everything she had. He recated within a fraction of a second, holding her firmly in place. Despite her best efforts she grinned hard. Then he found his way inside, without effort. She was as wet as he'd ever felt a woman. She groaned with pleasure, closed her eyes again as she had done on the table, breath becoming heavier and heavier, while he kept a steady rythm.
Then he stopped.
She noticed immediately, opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Someone's coming" he said calmly while looking off to the side as if to confirm something he had heard.
She fought.
He held.
He entered her from tip to base, slowly and deliberately, as panic rose in her eyes.
She blushed.
Hard.
Her eyes were a mix of thrill, begging, panic and pleasure, all at once.
Then he smiled a soft smile and said gently "Nobody is coming, it's just us" and started pounding hard.
That brought her over the treshold.
Again.
He carried her like that back to the bench, still inside, sat down and just held her close. She squeezed him hard, still trembling, feeling the warmth of him. Eventually she relaxed fully and whispered into his ear.
"Thank you"
Later, after they got dressed and shared another cigarette, then one more, they walked back into the street beyond the resting area. She still had trouble speaking calmly, small trembles going through her body from the experience. They tried to talk about ordinary things, the party they had left, things they had done during the previous week, mundane things. Eventually they reached the point where they had to part ways, she looked up at him again in silence before she spoke.
"I'm really glad we didn't end up in a taxi" she said calmly
Then
"But fuck you for scaring me like that, and fuck you for making me like you so much" though with a shy little smile.
He apologized for having scared her. She reassured him it was good, that she was good. Before they parted she said she might want to be scared again in the future, if he was up for it, but that it would not be outdoors, in plublic like this. Next time would have to be a bedroom, a safe bedroom with a locked door, where fantasies could run rampant but contained.