Note- This is purely fiction and does not reflect any incident or persons in real life.
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Emma was between boyfriends and movies and as a consequence was mightily bored. The epitome of English grace and charm she had spent the best part of a week browsing the net researching advanced sexual fantasies and technique. She had a monthly blog on the website she subscribed to that looked at how to enhance sexual pleasure for females, and had dedicated her spare time there.
She had been intrigued by the notion of voyeurism and public sex with a complete stranger. The thrill of anonymous sex and the possible danger of being caught fired her imagination so much that she was unable to sleep that night. Having had no sexual activity in her life for at least a month the young actress had a strong urge to live the fantasy for real.
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On the next available Sunday morning Emma woke early and drove off in her beloved three door Mini Hatch in fire truck red. She reached her destination which was the Blue Water Shopping and Retail Centre, situated several miles out of London. Circling the vast place she stopped in the larger of the car parks and sat in silence and foreboding as she considered her next move.
"Oh well, here goes nothing."
The glossy brunette stepped out and stood by her car, no one appeared to be out at the early hour as far as she could tell. She has tied off her light brown hair into a sleek side parted pony tail, a few loose waves of which graced the side of her elegant neck. With a cerise gloss on her dreamy lips, and sultry smoky eye make up she would have turned any male's eyes her way. Dressed down in a showerproof Aquascutum mini trench coat with epaulettes and waistband, she had slipped on a pair of red patent leather stilettos with pointed toes. The four inch high heel was designed to lengthen her lithe bare legs.
"This way I think."
The chic twenty six year old strolled off looking effortlessly stylish toward the House of Fraser store on the remote corner of the centre. The sun had risen and various birdsong could be heard along with the constant thrum of generators. The store had an enormous glass window display and Emma peered at the clothing advertised as being on sale.
"Oh, that's pretty," she thought as her eye was drawn to a floral summer dress.
As she looked closer the reflection of a car caught her eye and she spun around to see an idling Ford Focus about fifty feet away. Her heart skipped a beat and her belly flip flopped as she nervously tottered up and down outside the closed store with one eye on the car. A male shape could be seen in the driving seat and Emma fingered the pack of three condoms in the storm flap of her coat and bit her lip, an insatiable lust for danger chilled her spine.
"Shit, he's getting out." She frowned.
The compact beauty froze in mid step as the stranger came toward her. At least six feet tall in his black leather derby shoes, he had sleek dark hair with a curl that dropped over his left brow untidily. A hint of six o'clock shadow on his lantern jaw gave him a classic look of masculinity. He must have been at a function all night and still wore his single breast tuxedo with precision cut trousers. His burgundy bow tie was undone and hung on the left side of his collar.
"Hi." She said, a little embarrassed about her appearance in front of the well dressed and handsome stranger.
He remained silent as Emma gazed at his sharp features and darling hazel eyes. Instantly attracted, the petite young woman could feel her cheeks burn as she blushed in his looming presence. An overwhelming desire to touch him gripped her and she dug her hands deep into her coat pockets to avoid undue disappointment.
"Do you, er, that is, when does the store open?"
She gave her best smile as he simply shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his square chin, his eyes glued to hers. A slight gust of wind lifted the tiny hem of her trench coat and his eye line was drawn to the quick flash of her creamy white thigh that came and went. Likewise, Emma lowered her stare to the left side of his well pressed pants and swore that he was semi hard.
"What...?"
Emma stuttered as her heart hammered in her chest and a sexual tension hung heavy in the air. Her thick lashes fluttered as their eyes met. Before she could say another word she was pulled into him close and he gave her a wet, passionate kiss that literally took her breath away. She returned the kiss that lasted a full minute and she relaxed into his solid chest in complete surrender, her shoes on tiptoe. He tasted faintly of Scotch and cigar smoke as he released his hold on her, only to spin her around to face the store window.
"Wait...I."
Emma gasped as she was held around the waist by two strong arms and the nape of her neck was gently nibbled and nudged by his nose. Her eyes closed in bliss and she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation of what may happen next. His lower body bumped at her from behind and the unmistakable bulge of his burgeoning erection was quite obvious.
"Well girl, this is what you wanted." She thought to herself.
The mans hulk towered over her diminutive figure as he deftly undid her waist belt and slipped it out of the little loops. One button, two, and then three were popped on the front of her coat as she tilted her head back into his face, smothering him with her fragrant locks.
"Hah!" He exclaimed as he discovered Emma was nude under the coat aside from skimpy panties.
Emma writhed in his grip as he caressed her flanks and widened the gap of her coat so that the morning breeze made the pointy nipples of her medium sized tits agonisingly erect. She turned her face away from him and he peppered the side of her face with butterfly kisses, her ponytail gently falling to one side. Two hands slid up her ribs and then she stifled a moan as his right hand groped her right breast and thumbed the rock hard tip.
"Mmmmm."
His body still felt pressed tightly behind her as his tongue went inside her left ear and swirled around lightly, his thumbs moved across her taut nipples at the same time. Her legs parted and he got the message and slipped his left hand down the waistband of her white panties. Emma sucked in air as the breeze gave the backs of her bare thighs goose flesh. Her downy curls were brushed gently by a light touch of the mans fingertips and she thought she might very well swoon.
"Don't stop,' she whispered as her legs moved inward and trapped his hand.
Emma sobbed quietly as his hand sawed back and forth along the slit of her damp pussy, making her knees buckle. He slowly withdrew his hand and she looked down between her legs to see her sodden underwear matted to her vulva. The stranger paused in his ministrations and Emma took this as a signal and with his help she let her coat fall from her enchanting naked form. He took one step back and she bent at the waist and tugged her panties all the way to her red heels and stepped out of them.
"I feel so alive," she thought and looked from right to left to survey the immediate area.
Still no one. Her lover shed his jacket and dropped it on the floor by her mini coat and hugged her from behind once more. Emma placed the palms against the pane of the big window and threw her arms behind her to grab onto his head. He trailed one hand across the plain of her flat tummy, slowly moving lower. Now her sloppy wet cunt was fingered with a renewed vigour and the English rose began to quiver as two fingers slipped into her soft, aching slot.
"Oh my gosh!"
She could not see but imagined the hunk to have a wicked grin as he pulled his hand from between her open legs and presented wet digits to her mouth. Without thinking she pursed her dreamy lips and sucked her own juices greedily. Once dry he returned to her heated muff and his middle finger vanished into her tight and moist flesh.
"Yesss!" She hissed and ground her hips in a seductive circle on his probing digit.
