Upon request, Virginia Timbers makes up a list of sexual fantasies she secretly wants to have fulfilled and emails it to her boyfriend Jake. When she doesn't hear back, she worries that the list is too extreme and too freaky so decides to calm herself with an evening stroll in the park. Little does she know there is someone lurking within the park ready and willing to give her exactly what she asked for; and maybe even a few things that she didn't...
It has been one of those days where, I just can't seem to get him out of my head. If you knew Jake you would understand why. He has this really sexy way about him. It's subtle, which makes him all the more exciting - mysterious. Tall, broad shoulders... God I love broad shoulders and as handsome as sin. Just thinking of him turns me on, so needless to say, I've been in frenzy most of the day due to thoughts of him. But his raw sex appeal is just part of his charm; Jake is also one of the sweetest men I've ever known.
He. Is. PERFECT.
The park appears to be completely deserted and the sky was beginning to darken. I still had a good ten minutes worth of walking to get to my vehicle. Damn it. And why in the name of God would I go for a walk in the park, at dusk, in stiletto heeled boots and a short skirt? Oh right. Because thoughts of him had gotten me as horny as hell and I figured that a brisk walk through the park before going home would help relieve some of the tension.
I was wrong.
See, I'd told him everything. He'd shared so much with me, in terms of his sexual preferences and fetishes that I sent him a detailed email of all the kinky stuff that I'd like to have done to me earlier that day. Admittedly, I was too much of a coward to tell him in person.
Ohhh - the things I'd like to do to him. I get wet just thinking about it. But guess what! He hadn't responded - yet. I've checked my phone for messages at least two dozen times since I sent that email. Did he think what I was into was too freaky? Or not freaky enough? I can feel my cheeks redden, while my pussy throbs, just thinking about what I'd written.
Damn and double damn, what that man does to me!
Ahead of me is a narrower section of the trail, the trees on either side blocking light from the now appearing moon. In this particular section of the trail I get nervous and usually jog through, but it wasn't going to happen tonight. The boots won't allow for anything more than a brisk walk. However, I manage to pick up my pace, slightly. I shiver as a gust of wind slams into me, whipping my long dark hair into my face. I quickly rake my hand through it, pushing the unruly locks back and away from my eyes. As I enter the narrow section I hear a rustle, or was it a step? My heart's pounding rapidly in my chest as I spin around expecting to see someone behind me.
Chiding myself for being so silly I turn and continue on my way, but I just can't slip the feeling of being watched. It's frightening to me, but at the same time it makes a fucked up part of me... aroused? I stop, take a deep breath in and exhale trying to simmer both my nervous and the ache between my legs.
I manage to get halfway through the trail when I hear the rustling again - leaves, movement. I pause, stopping dead in my tracks. Footsteps are coming up behind me - fast. No doubt a man's footsteps by the sounds of it. I'm sure I must have had the deer in the headlights look on my face for a moment as terror fills me. Just as I break free from the grasp of my terror a pair of strong arms wrap around me, one around my waist, while the other gloved hand covers my mouth stifling the scream which was beginning to emerge.
I squirm against the hard body holding me, clawing at the black leather covered arm around my torso, in an attempt to free myself as he forces me from the path and presses me face forward against a tree. My bottom bucks back against his front and I feel his erection forming against me. I involuntarily moan, my pussy being set ablaze with need for that hardening cock.
His aftershave assaults my nostrils as his lips touch the side of my neck and he grinds his fully hardened cock against my backside. I stop fighting him - slightly winded, knowing it was of no use anyhow, he's too strong and too big, towering over my smaller frame. I grab hold of the tree for balance and whimper as my body betrays me pushing back against him, my pussy needy for him, and my juices beginning to saturate my black lace panties.
"Are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet if I remove my hand?" his deep voice whispered in my ear sending a delicious shiver down my spine that intensified the throbbing between my legs.