Working as a London escort I often had late
nights and was used to walking home alone, but
there was something strange about tonight; no
groups of drunks stumbling about as usual, no
tramps mumbling as I walked past. There was no
traffic, and the only sound I could hear was the
click of my high heeled shoes on the pavement.
Something about the atmosphere had me on edge;
the client I had seen earier was nice but dull -
nothing creepy that would have left me feeling
unsettled. But now, goosebumps rose on my skin
and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on
end. I quickened my pace to match my speeding
heart beat; only 10 minutes back to my flat.
Keeping my head up I tried to look confident,
but then a shadow a few feet ahead startled me.
A dark figure emerged from an alley, and I
instinctively grasped my bag tighter. I had £200
cash in there - if this guy was a mugger, he was
going to have a fight on his hands. Eyes, face,
chest, balls. That's the order I had been taught
to punch. Or maybe I should just reach for my
rape alarm now...
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you",
a warm deep voice apologised. The man was
obviously American, but I still couldn't make
out the features of his face in the shadows. I
realised that in fear I had rooted myself to the
spot and probably looked like a rabbit caught in
the headlights. I quickly composed myself and
tried to look the opposite of scared.
"No worries" I told him, and began to walk again
with my head held high.
"I'm really sorry to bother you, and I know you
probably are wanting to get on your way, but do
you know the way to the Dorchester? I'm kinda
new around here and think I'm a bit lost."
I was about to shake my head in response when
the man stepped into the light. He was one of
the sexiest men I'd ever seen. Smouldering grey
eyes with crinkles at the edges, a strong square
jaw and a winning smile that was so entrancing
that it must seal all his business deals. He
wore a long tailored coat over an open necked
shirt and pin stripe trousers. This guy wasn't a
tramp or a rapist.
I stopped in my tracks again, and even though I
knew the exact route to the Dorchester, I
couldn't make myself speak. I just stared into
his eyes, my heart beating fast and the hairs on
my neck now raised for a different reason. I
registered that my knickers were slightly wet,
and my clitoris was practically throbbing for
him. Could he hear my breathing quicken? Could
he feel the heat coming from my body?
No more words were spoken between us. I took a
step towards him and he simultaneously bent his
head down to catch me in a kiss. It was fast and
furious, pressing our lips together with such
force that it was almost painful. He pushed me
up against the wall and started to feel inside
my coat with eager hands; I moved my hands to
his buttocks and yanked his pelvis towards me.
His erection strained against his trousers and
he groaned with pleasure and impatience. I took
his hand to lead him around the corner into the
alley, just in case anyone passed.
As soon as we were safely in the shadows, there
was a fumble of hands as he fought to pull up my
dress and I tried to undo his belt. We stopped
momentarily to kiss again, and meanwhile he
finished both jobs with his one free hand. He
slid his fingers in between my legs to feel how
wet I was, and exhaled heavily when the juice
covered his finger tip. He rubbed my pussy
gently, then pushed his finger up inside. He
took a step back so he could look at me and
licked the finger that had just been inside me.
Taking both of my wrists with his hands, he held
them above my head and pinned them to the wall
there with just one of his hands. My body was
squirming, desperate to have him immediately. My
legs were already wide open and my hips tilted
towards him. With his free hand he took hold of
his cock, rubbed it up and down once then guided
it into my pussy. This time it was me who let a
groan escape - it felt so good to have him
filling me up. He thrusted aggressively into me,
hard and fast. We must have only been fucking
for two minutes, but I was completely exhausted.
My legs were shaking from the combination of
muscle strain and desire, my skin was damp from
sweat. When he felt me getting close, he let
himself come with a stifled roar.
Afterwards, we stood there panting for a minute.
Then we both straightened our clothes and hair,
buttoning up our coats. We stepped out into the
street light together.
"The Dorchester's that way" I said, pointing
down the road. I was very familiar with the
place from working as a London escort. He gave
me a swift nod and a wink in thanks, and we
parted ways.
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