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  Sex with Strangers

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  Natasha Hunter

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  His Lucky Day

  It was a stormy kind of day with dark billowing clouds hovering low across the city. Rain fell slanted in sheets, pooling in ditches and overflowing, filling parking lots with puddles. Lightning flashed occasionally, highlighting the clouds with a burst of light, followed by the low rumbling sound of thunder.

  Philip West glanced at his watch as he sat in his Mercedes, watching the rain as it sloshed back and forth against his windshield wipers. He'd been parked for more than ten minutes, hoping for a lull in the storm.

  A pink Volkswagen Beetle pulled into the parking spot in front of him, complete with a few flower decals clinging to the windows. The headlights were framed with long eyelashes and he couldn't help but chuckle at the poor car. It reminded him of something his sister would have loved to drive—when she was twelve, that is.

  He watched the pink, decaled door as it swung open followed by the launch of a golf size umbrella just above the door. She kicked it closed with her booted foot. Ugg boots, no doubt getting drenched in the pooling water. Her face was hidden beneath the umbrella as she hovered it just over her head, but, he could make out her long legs that were barely covered by a sexy little skirt.

  She took off in a mad dash across the parking lot towards the glass double doors at the front of the DMV.

  After checking the weather forecast on his phone, he decided to make a run for it himself. The storm was only going to get worse and he'd rather be inside the building than sitting in his car. He climbed out of the Benz and ran to the glass doors of the Department of Motor Vehicles. Once inside, he took his spot in line, holding in a sigh as he noticed more than half a dozen people in front of him.

  Impatiently he checked his watch again, inwardly groaning at how the day had gone from bad to worse as he remembered having to renew his driver's license. Of course, he waited until the very last day. His birthday, of all days. "No better way to spend it than at the DMV!" he thought irritably.

  His dark gaze settled on the girl directly in front of him, watching as she shifted from side to side, no doubt just as impatient as he. Her red hair hung in loose, damp curls to the middle of her back. She wore a black turtleneck sweater over a pink and black plaid skirt that was just a little too short, revealing long, creamy white legs. Her boots were just as soaked as his shoes.

  Inching a bit closer, he could smell her perfume and the floral notes of her shampoo as she shook her head, flinging droplets of rain water. As he leaned forward, she knelt slightly, sitting her oversized purse onto the floor beside her while laying her umbrella on top of it. She then stood and raked her fingers through her damp curls, fussing with it as she attempted to gather it up and clip it to the nape of her neck. A few tendrils fell from her messy updo and he longed to reach forward and brush them to the side so that he could plant his lips against the curve of her neck.

  Something primal in him responded to her—he couldn't help himself. He stepped forward and inhaled her sweet scent, this time just mere inches from her. A jolt of desire coursed through him, hot and quick like the lightning outside. He let his fantasies get the better of him and imagined tugging up that cute little plaid skirt of hers. He imagined the curve of her ass covered by a slinky black thong.

  "No. No panties," he decided. It was his birthday after all. She'd be completely bare for him beneath her skirt. He imagined cupping her ass cheeks and grinding himself against her. He thought of what it'd feel like to sink his cock into her sodden-wet pussy from behind—just bend her over and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight.

  Mmmm. Maybe she'd let him fuck her in the ass too. He'd get her all hot and bothered and wet, drag that wetness from her pussy to the puckered little hole of her ass and tease it with the head of his swollen cock.

  He sucked on his bottom lip, deep in thought of what she'd feel like wrapped around his erection. He could feel himself actually getting hard just imagining what she'd say, what she'd do. "Fuck, I don't even know what she really looks like!"

  Still, he couldn't stop his fantasies. He wondered if she'd take in the ass.

  Philip shook his head and tried to force the wicked thoughts away to no avail. He let a couple more fantasies play through his mind, imagining the little temptress pressed against the wall as he'd take her from behind. He imagined her sitting in his lap, her back to his chest. He'd wrap his hands around her slender hips and guide her lithe body as she'd ride him.

  He snapped out of his reverie as the lights flickered. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as the storm assaulted the building and parking lot with torrential rain. The sky lit with streaks of lightning. A collective groan filled the air as everyone realized they might be without power soon.

  "Remain calm," someone yelled out from the employee's side. "We have emergency power if something should—"

  Lightning flashed again, followed by the sound of something exploding. The lights went completely off. Seconds later a red emergency strobe light circled overhead before turning off as well, leaving everyone standing in complete darkness.

  The red-headed girl in front of him winced.

  "Hey...you okay?" he asked, half-ashamed of where he'd just let his thoughts wander off to.

  She nodded. "Yeah, just deathly afraid of storms," she said as she glanced over her shoulder to him to respond. "I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't the last day, you know?" He could barely make her face out in the dim light, though he could tell that she had wide eyes and a mouth he ached to taste. And, she was at least in her twenties,—thank God—he would have felt horrible if she was as young as her silly little pink car suggested.

  "It's fine. I'll protect you," he said charmingly as if trying to put her at ease.

  "Yeah?" she flashed him a smile. "I was hoping you'd say that."

  "One Knight-in-shining-armor to the rescue, ma'am."

  She laughed a soft little sound, followed by a wince as thunder crashed outside. She leaned back, closing those few inches between them. Instinctively he wrapped his arm around her waist. "It's fine. Just relax okay?"

  She nodded, relaxing against him, letting him hold her.

  "So why are you so afraid of storms?" he asked.

  She gave a little shrug of her shoulders, "No idea, and I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, but I've always been afraid."

  "Just relax and think of something else," he coaxed with a gentle voice. "Imagine being somewhere else where it's sunny and bright. Maybe stretched out on a beach? Do you like the beach?"

  "Mmhmm, I do. I can't imagine anyone not liking the beach, truthfully."

  He inhaled her sweet scent again and with her so close to him, so warm and pressed against his rain-damp clothes, he couldn't help but to respond to her in a primal way.

  "No, not now!" he chided himself as he felt his cock harden, nudged against her ass. It was one thing to have a fantasy about grinding on her ass, but it was a whole different ballgame for it to actually happen. He braced himself, waiting for her to twist around in his arms and slap him.

  To his horror, she must have felt it too because she tensed in his embrace for a second... and then giggled softly. "Someone is happy," she whispered.

  "Is she laughing at me?" he wondered. "Think that's funny?" he whispered in her ear, utterly embarrassed but thankful that she wasn't screaming bloody murder.

  She nodded, whispering b
ack, "Uh huh. Very."

  "Maybe I should show you how it feels ..." He rubbed his hand along her stomach, acting as if he were going to dip lower, though he stopped. Not like he was going to feel a stranger up in line at the DMV for god's sake!

  She giggled again. "Well you did say you'd help me relax," she whispered in a sultry little tone as she stroked her fingers lightly across his.

  The storm raged, giving off flashes of light as lightning streaked across a pitch-black sky. She whimpered as she pressed back against him, cuddling up in his arms. "Relax me. I don't care how, just do it," she practically begged.

  "Is this girl for real?" he wondered as he considered what he could do to her to relax her. After a few seconds of deliberation, he began to rub her stomach again, bunching up her sweater beneath his fingers. He tried to reason with himself. It was his birthday, after all, he deserved to hold a pretty girl in his arms.

  When she didn't protest his roaming hand, he eased it lower, rubbing across the front of her naughty little skirt. Quick flashes of school girl fantasies flashed through his mind. Mmm, he'd love to instruct her, paddle her pert little bottom for being mischievous.

  "This can't be happening," he thought as he curled his fingers around the hem of her skirt and inched it up her thigh. She made a soft little sighing sound in response. "That sounded awfully relaxed, I must be doing a good job," he thought.

  Outside the DMV the storm intensified. The sound of sirens wailed, making the glass walls vibrate. "Sorry folks, bear with us, we are working on the situation and should have power restored shortly."

  A part of him hoped it'd stay off a while longer. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a beautiful girl practically throwing herself at him. Taking advantage of the darkness, he moved his hips in a small circle, grinding against her ass.

  She responded by pushing back against him, rubbing her ass against his crotch. The contact made him rock hard, his cock swelled and pressed painfully against his pants. "Tease," he whispered in her ear.

  She turned her head to whisper back to him, "I'll let you fuck me. Right here, right now." Her eyes lit with hot mischief, challenging him. "So, who's the tease now, hmm?"

  "You're not serious," he whispered excitedly. Could she be? And how could they even do it with people in front of them... although, he thought, everyone ahead of them had no idea how close they had become, they were looking forward, not behind. And, the sounds of the storm would muffle any noise they might make.

  "I am very serious," she said as she slid her hand behind her to rub at his bulge across the fabric of his pants. "I think it'd relax me and it'd be fun, I mean, you are hot and all and it's always kind of been a little fantasy of mine to fuck a stranger. Though I never thought it'd be in line at the DMV..." she said in a whispery voice, giggling. "But I want you."

  "She wants me. Mmmm. Happy Birthday to me."

  As if making up his mind, he roamed his fingers across her damp silk panties. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he whispered against her ear, licking and nibbling at her lobe. Phillip pulled the silky fabric aside and rubbed two fingers down the slit of her pussy, his fingers gliding across her wet smooth skin.

  She made a soft gaspy sound as he rolled the pads of his fingers between her slick wetness, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb while his other two fingers delved lower. She parted her legs a bit and he pushed his two fingers into her tight opening.

  A couple of flicks of his tongue across her neck combined with a few strokes of his fingers across her swollen clit had her gyrating against him. He could feel her knees buckling so he braced her with his free hand, holding her up.

  "I bet you taste sweet," he whispered. "I want to taste you." He pulled his hand from beneath her panties and brought his hand up to his mouth, licking her juices off his fingers. "Mmm." He returned his hand to the apex of her thighs and slid them back into her panties, cupping her mound. He ground the heel of his palm into folds, teasing her. His fingertip sought her wet clit and he began to tease it without mercy.

  "Oh no," she whimpered hoarsely, her breaths short and gaspy. "I'm so close."

  "Will you cum?" he asked seductively, all the while grinding against her backside, his cock throbbing in his boxers, aching for release. "Cum for me, sweetness."

  She gave a quick gasp as her head fell back against his shoulder. She trembled and bit onto her bottom lip to keep quiet. He tried to imagine how her own orgasm must have felt. Determined to make it the best one ever, he kept a steady pace on her clit while easing his fingers in and out of her. His lips grazed along the side of her slender neck. He licked and sucked, giving her a taste of what it'd be like to have his mouth where his fingers were.

  He could hear her soft little moan, though he doubted anyone else would be able to over the loud rumble of thunder.

  Her body jerked as she gasped and he knew she was orgasming. He quickened the pace, letting her ride out the blissful waves of pleasure before slowing down, barely stroking her, mindful of her sensitivity.

  "Oh. My. God." she rasped.

  He held her tightly while she caught her breath, smirking as he whispered to her, "You taste amazing and you sound fucking hot when you cum."

  Turning around in his embrace, she stared up at him, seeking his gaze in the murky darkness. One hand cupped the back of his neck, the other moved over his prick, rubbing it through the fabric. Her fingers traced the outline of his hardness and she waited until a loud crash of thunder to unzip his pants. "Your turn."

  Disbelief washed across his face, "What, here? No way."

  "Sure. Why not here?"

  "Because..." he looked over her shoulder. The people in front of them weren't paying them any attention and he could barely see anyone in the darkness anyhow.

  She quickly eased his thick throbbing cock out of his boxers and stroked it while she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her lips pliant against his, she swirled her tongue around his, licking and lapping at it while she stroked her fingers along the length of his silky hot rod.

  He could hardly believe his luck. She was fucking gorgeous and handling him in public! It'd always been a fantasy of his to try out public sex but he'd never gotten around to it. Now he understood the thrill people had for it. It was hot as hell. Any moment the lights could flash on and everyone would see her stroking his dick. No doubt he'd get arrested for public indecency but at this point, he couldn't give a damn. He'd risk jail and all of the humiliation that would go along with it just to keep her expert hand wrapped around his manhood.

  She stroked him furiously until he was certain he was ready to cum. "Fuck, what do I do?"

  "Stop," he pleaded hoarsely, feeling that any second he'd be filling her hand with his cum. "You should stop. Now," he choked out the words.

  She shook her head "no" as she guided the tip of his cock between her thighs. She rubbed him against her soaking wet panties and whispered, "You can cum in my pussy."

  She pulled her panties to the side and he thought he'd die a blissful death as he felt her slick wet folds. He kissed her hard, intent and passionately then pulled his mouth from hers. "I don't have a condom."

  "I don't care. I want to feel you cumming inside of my pussy," she licked at his mouth as she maneuvered his cock towards her tight opening. "Please..." she panted, obviously wanting it as much as he did.

  Oh, fuck. What little bit of vision he had left faded as his head dropped back. Groaning, he savored the sensations of his erection pressed so intimately against her. He could smell the scent of her arousal as she teased him, stroking the swollen purple head of his cock through soft sweet wetness.

  Unable to hold out any longer, he grabbed her leg and lifted it to his waist, pulling her even closer. He thrust into her with abandon, savoring the sensation of her tightness, of how warm she was wrapped around him. He kissed her deeply without moving inside of her, wanting the moment to never end. He'd never felt anything so decadent, so wickedly delicious in his entire life. He slid his hand along her t
high and cupped her ass, squeezing and kneading her warm skin.

  He pulled out then plowed into her again. He could make out a look of rapture across her face in the shadows. He leaned his forehead against hers, hovering his mouth a breath away from her, concentrating on nothing but the sensations of his engorged cock easing in and out of her.

  Their gasps became one and he relished the little moans she whimpered against his lips.

  "Oh fuck," he whispered after a couple of strokes. Hot white cum exploded inside of her as he orgasmed, convulsing into her tight little tunnel. He pressed into her, as far and deep into her as their standing position would allow, savoring the final jets of seed filling her. He groaned.

  She tightened around him, milking him as he eased out of her. Cum dripped into her panties and smudged her thighs as she straightened her clothes. "...I don't think I'll ever be afraid of storms anymore."

  He chuckled as he straightened out his own clothes, his thoughts racing with a mixture of disbelief, awe, and lust. Did that really just happen?

  ...and when can it happen again?

  He squeezed her thigh then let loose of it so that she could straighten her skirt. "That was incredible," he said as he zipped and fastened his pants.

  The lights flickered on, followed by a sigh of relief from the others inside the DMV. If anyone had noticed what they had done, they said nothing.

  "So... I suppose you're gonna have to go clean that up," he whispered, smirking as he noticed his fluid dribbling down her thigh.

  She nodded, grinning. "But I don't want to lose my place in line so I'll wait."

  The thought of her standing there with her silky little panties, wet and drenched in his cum made him instantly hard again.

  "So... after we finish this up... maybe I can help you clean up in the bathroom?"

  "Next!" the teller called out and she moved away without answering him.

  He watched her until he was called over to a window, barely able to concentrate on what he had to do. After they'd taken a new photo for his license, he couldn't help but laugh at the smirk he was wearing in his picture.