A Stranger

My heart thuds in my chest and my breath quickens, I know it's him. His hands slide to my waist and he pulls me back onto him hard, letting me feel the bulge in his jeans rub across my ass. Thoughts race through my mind and my arousal peaks. I feel the moistness flood my panties as his hardness presses against me. His hand comes up and cups my breast firmly, igniting sparks inside my body. I battle with myself between resistance and surrender. As his thumb crosses my nipple several times, I moan softly, surrendering. I'm not sure if I have won or lost. He pinches my nipple, sending bolts of electricity through my body.

The guy in front of me grabs his drinks and turns around. I'm sure my face is flush and I feel a bit embarrassed. "Is this your seat lady?" I nod. "Sorry about that." He says with a smile as he looks towards my breasts. I realize right then the hands are gone. I turn to see a group of gals waiting to get to the bar. I shake my head trying to clear it. Now uncertain the event just took place. I second guess myself and wonder if I was only fantasizing once again. I look down and realize two of my buttons are unbuttoned, giving a clear view of my bra and one breast is exposed. I hadn't felt him undo those but I'm certain I felt his hands on me. I wouldn't have done that myself would I? I button them in a hurry, finish my drink and head out.

Once outside, I lean against the wall sucking in the fresh air, trying to clear my head. I rest against the building for a few minutes then make my way to my car. Once inside, I lean my head back and replay the events. His hands on me, his bulge pressing against me, his warm breath. It had to be him. But then again, with all the people in the bar tonight, who could be certain? Reality finally begins to set in as I realize someone had his hands on me, a stranger, and I enjoyed it. Would I have let just anyone grope me? I don't think so. I've wanted his hands on me from the moment he stole my sanity, the moment our eyes met. I close my eyes and his face flashes into my mind. The events unfold in front of my eyes as though I were an onlooker.

I think about the drive home as I feel my juices begin to flow and my body aches to be touched. I know I can't wait so I open my eyes and look around quickly to be sure there is no one there, then lift my skirt and slide my fingers into my panties. I rub my clit briefly then slide two fingers deep into my wet hole. I finger myself with urgency and rub my thumb around my clit, circling it. I arch up to myself and unbutton my blouse. I squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple as my fingers go faster. I moan as my orgasm grows near. I shove my fingers deep inside and slap my palm against my clit. I curse at my underwear as they are too confining. My fingers go in and out quickly as I rub and pinch my nipple harder. I can imagine how good his body feels rubbing against mine. I thrust up to my hand and cry out softly as the orgasm peaks.

"Oh yes." I whisper as I feel my insides squeezing my fingers. The orgasm offers only mild relief from my desires. I lick my lips and open my eyes. My hand stops, my heart thuds like a locomotive as I see him standing at my window, smiling.

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