Sex with a Stranger Wasn't the Plan

How did I end up out in the middle of nowhere with a cock inside me?

***

It was supposed to be a simple late night drive. The kind of drive you take to clear your head, get away from the expressions on the faces of people you know, escape the constant banter and social propaganda. The kind of drive where your phone is unapologetically on "do not disturb," stopping any type of communication, from the outside world, in its tracks.

Empty.

My mind was empty.

It was like any other night to be honest. I felt the anxiety bubbling inside me.

Yes, a part of it was stress.

Work stress. Personal stress. Financial stress. An overwhelming, and all encompassing, burnout...for sure.

These mundane and common worries were definitely in my thoughts; placed haphazardly in different compartments of my mind for Leihla to worry about later.

However,

The real kicker tonight...the real force that pushed me to impulsively grab my car keys and bolt out the door, carrying only my necessary belongings that were scattered, basically falling out of my palms, and leaning against my tits - was for a very different reason.

I was horny.

Very

Very

Very...

Horny.

***

It started last night.

Sometimes the most impactful moments hit you in a very random moment in life, completely throwing you off the edge.

I got into bed, an attempt to wind down for the night. But unlike every other time, for the first time ever, I felt the scale of my queen bed...I began to realize just how large and empty it was.

I was lying there on my back, staring up into the darkness and losing focus on the texture of the popcorn ceiling.

The realization hit me as if the ceiling had literally fallen on me, crushing me under the impact.

My bed never felt so empty before. It never even bothered me before.

More than ever, I craved the feeling of having a warm body curled around me, protecting me.

I closed my eyes and imagined that feeling of being safe and letting my guard down. That feeling just lulling me into a blissful deep sleep.

As the cold fabric of the bed sheets covered my naked body, I regretted, again...for the first time ever...sleeping naked.

I so desperately wanted clothes to cover every inch of my body so I could feel...

Something.

Feel something protecting my vulnerable skin. Keeping me warm and safe.

I turned to the side, forcing my knees up towards my chest and convinced myself that one day, I would experience that feeling again.

After what was probably 10 minutes...I fell asleep.

***

The roads were empty at this time of the day. I peered at the time on my dashboard, which read 9:18pm.

I have time.

If I sleep at 11pm, that's enough.

That gives me time to drive some more.

I heard the roar of the engine as my foot pressed firmly on the accelerator.

I felt a wave of peace flood my body as the car smoothly changed lanes into the entrance of the highway.

For once my mind felt like it had no control. My body was driving. Not me.

Something was calling my body from beyond. Something in the dark wilderness.

Away from the city.

To the outskirts.

That's where my peace lies. There. In the middle of nowhere. No idea where I was going.

No destination.

My body would stop when it felt the need.

When the call grew louder.

Where would I end up? Where was I being summoned?

Just focus on the road.

***

It was dark. Very dark.

I looked up at the sky as the gravel path crunched under the tread of my hiking boots.

The stars were shining, unadulterated by the overpowering blare of city lights; shining brighter than I'd ever seen or cared to notice before.

My smart watch buzzed as I got closer to the front porch, alerting me that I had left my phone behind in the car.

I don't care.

What's the worst that will happen?

As fast as the paranoid thoughts entered my mind, I managed to push them away.

Let it happen. Whatever it is.

My body was in control. My mind had no say.

Did it know? In some weird spiritual or primal way, that here, in the middle of nowhere, was my sanctuary?

Sexual sanctuary.

My personal sex abode?

My dirty deed chapel?

However you describe it...

My body was being summoned here.

***

Knock. Knock...Knock.

There was no doorbell, just a large door and windows blinded by closed curtains.

There was a subtle shadow being casted through the curtains, most likely from the glow of a fireplace.

I could see movement as the vibrations of my knocks reverberated through the door and echoed in the vintage, cottage-like, home.

Why is my heart beating out of my pussy and not my chest right now?

The little kitty had an audacious heartbeat.

Finally,

He was opening the door.

That felt like an eternity.

Worth the wait though...worth the drive...

Worth the absurd risk.

Oh fuck yeah.

He'll do just fine.

***

"We don't really get any service up in this area. But feel free to use the phone. It's just in the kitchen..."

I watched closely as the strange man scratched his beard, shifting nervously from side to side; an attempt to disguise his uncertainty regarding the random woman who got lost, without service, in his small town.

"Uhhh," he continued, "just down the hall, you can't miss it."

"It's kind of old. The whole wire thing and all."

He shifted again, doing his best to only maintain eye contact with me for a few seconds before peering off behind me.

"I'm trying to preserve the house as best I can. I came out here to get away from it all but...uhh, sorry..."

He was flustered. "I'm rambling. Go ahead. Down the hall," he repeated, "wall on your left."

I let out a little laugh, with a supportive smile, trying to reassure him that he didn't need to be nervous.

"Thank you. I'll see if I can call a friend to help me out." I turned to walk towards the hall he had directed me to but was interrupted.

"Uhhh, I can also drive you back or something if you need help."

I took a second before I turned to face him. My mind was trying to start up again. How would that work?

"Or you could leave in the morning. Feel free to stay if you don't feel safe going back out."

A smile was beginning to form on my lips as I looked down at the hardwood floor.

An aged, yet exquisite beige and red rug, lined a good portion of the living room.

As I turned to face him, the only sounds between us were the creeks of the old floor beneath my feet.

"Thank you for the offer -," I began, not letting the smile relax on my face as I forced my gaze to lock with his.

"I mean, that's if you feel safe...here." His hands motioned around the room.

I could feel my stare burning through his skin. He's activating my "sex-eyes."

There's no way he can escape now.

***

Leila.

She was, factually, a stranger.

She could be a serial killer or a human trafficker trying to lure me into a creepy van.

Or maybe she was using her killer stare and delicious curvy body to hypnotize me into losing all my goddamn senses...so she can rob me.

I really could have listed a million concerns of mine at this moment.

But regardless of what dangers laid ahead, I couldn't help but feel an immoral level of excitement and intrigue looking at Leihla.

I didn't exactly process half of the things that came out of her enticing lips when I opened the door.

I was more distracted by the state of shock my body felt when a beautiful, young woman just happened to get lost and look for help at my door.

I've seen quite a few videos of situations like this.

They all ended the same way.

My cock was twitching.

Could she see it?

That would freak her out. She's just looking for help.

Don't. No. Stop.

Focus.

Fuck, I could see her nipples through her shirt.

Were they like that when she came in?

My brain was scanning.

Another twitch.

Stop.

Her nipples don't matter. The feeling of them between my fingers...or in my mouth.

That.

Didn't.

Matter.

As distracted as I was by her body, moving slightly as she spoke, her hands dancing along in the conversation; I was able to pick up her name.

Leihla. Spelled L-E-I-H-L-A.

I nodded my head in agreement, acting like I registered and recorded the spelling of her name.

That was an odd thing to mention to a strange man.

She was definitely the most calm damsel in distress I'd ever seen.

To be fair, not many sexy women wearing what I could only describe as hiking attire, showed up at my doorstep looking for help.

But I mean...in those videos....

They always acted

No, not acted...

Seemed distressed?

But not Leihla. She was either the most calm and collected woman I'd ever met or....

Something wasn't quite adding up about her.

Yet,

I didn't want her to leave.

***

Her lips were sweet, like the taste of vanilla lip balm and burnt brown sugar.

The kiss was wet. Our tongues began dancing and gliding almost immediately when she kissed me.

I groaned as I felt her body press up into me, our lips smashing together in pillowy wet bliss.

This had to be a dream.

My hands reached down, sliding along the curve of her sides, down to her soft and squishy hips.

Fuck. She was sexy.

Andrea's slim and athletic body was definitely attractive but I always had a craving for more curvier women.

I dug my fingers into Leihla's hips, trying to grip as much of her into my hands as we passionately made out in the living room.

Andrea?

Fuck! ANDREA!

***

I felt a little pang of annoyance fill my lower stomach as his grip around my ass loosened and his head jerked away from me.

I was left, breathing heavy, in the middle of the room.

The logs in the fireplace sizzled and popped as the fire engulfed the dry brittle wood.

"I'm sorry. I can't. I can't do this. I'm married."

I did my best not to roll my eyes. My face had a hard time hiding my emotions.

I must have looked like a bitch.

"Andrea. My wife. She's...uhhh...back at home, in the city."

I took a few steps toward him. "That's nice."

I placed my palm on his lower stomach, as I looked up at him, making my way to his side. I pulled him gently into me.

"Is she joining you soon?"

I smiled as he looked down at me, his body slowly working to move away, but his hands lightly grazing my shoulders.

"No, actually...I decided to come out alone for the weekend."

"Oh, I see. Needed to get away for a bit?"

I felt the roughness of his torn jeans as I slid my bare leg up his side.

It was a good idea to wear shorts. But the light raincoat was beginning to make me feel warm.

He nodded hesitantly; his lips parting to make words but only letting out deep exhales of air that he was clearly holding in.

I ran a finger down his chest with my free hand, feeling the terrain of his stomach and lower abdomen over the t-shirt he was wearing.

The heartbeat in my pussy was gaining speed, beating faster and faster, as I got wet for this strange man.

I listened as a low groan escaped his parted lips while my fingers lined the edge of his jeans, only ever so slightly pulling at the seam.

"I can't. I'm married. Please. Stop."

I couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little.

I dropped to my knees, feeling the pattern of the semi-cold floor push painfully against my skin.

I looked up at the stranger as I pulled my raincoat off my shoulders. The zipper hit the floor with a piercing strike.

Placing my hands slightly over one another on the button of his jeans, my fingers rolling over the seam and inside, I widened my evil smile.

"So what?"

***

My mouth was fueled by an insatiable hunger.

Like a shark getting a whiff of blood in the ocean or a tiger's first drop of blood on the tongue...

I sucked his cock like it was the air to my lungs.

As the flames in the fireplace crackled and popped, my throat gagged loudly while the tip of his cock slid down past the length of my tongue.

I felt as the spit accumulated at the edge of my chin and dribbled down my shirt.

I looked and felt like a complete hot mess.

But I loved and relished every second of it.

His big, rough hands, laced with layers of cuts and calluses, most likely from chopping firewood, were firmly gripping the sides of my forehead.

His cock thrusted slightly in and out of my throat before letting completely go and relieving my stretched mouth from torture.

I watched as his eyes darted open, peering down at me with a blurry haze. I took this opportunity to lift my shirt off, revealing my naked tits underneath.

I licked and bit my lips while he stepped out of the pile of his jeans on the floor, working also to undo the button and zipper of my shorts.

My knees and ankles were burning from losing sensation. My cold and dirty boots pushed into the bottom of my ass which poked through the loosened shorts around my hips.

"Fuck. You're so sexy."

I didn't really give him much more opportunity to say anything.

I wanted to hear groans. And moans.

A little praise and naughty requests perhaps.

I stood up, walking towards the fireplace.

"You're so...so good with your mouth. I don't think I've ever really experienced that before?"

I could hear the curiosity in his voice as he watched me.

I peered back at him, over my shoulder, and shimmied my ass out of the shorts.

"I was in a hurry to run out the door. I must have forgotten to put on panties. My bad," I snickered.

***

I should be doing so much. Protesting? Putting a firm end to this scandalous affair in the woods.

I should be walking with her, attached to her at the hip.

Attached to her, everywhere.

I'd go where those lips go. Her lips. Her mouth. Her tongue.

Her fucking throat. My god.

I wanted to let my cock live rent-free in that pretty little mouth of hers.

Instead, I glued my eyes to her body, watching it almost float across my living room, to the fireplace.

With her back facing me, I saw the edge of her shorts slide down her body, doing such a good job at hugging her curves on the way down.

Her ass basically bounced out.

With the light of the fireplace in front of her, I trailed my eyes down the silhouette of her body.

My eyes studied the arch of her back, which was shyly covered by her copper brown hair.

I couldn't help but focus on the gap between her thighs. The darkness of the room didn't help in my attempts to get a glimpse of her pussy.

I desperately wanted to know what it looked like.

Protesting?

No, I was basically welcoming, borderline begging, to fuck this woman.

I walked over to her as she once again went down to her knees next to the fireplace.

The dim light of the flames did wonders at glistening off her orangey brown locks. I looked down, a slave to her mouth, and lost myself in those pearly brown eyes.

"Leihla..."

She moved quickly; with a hand firmly grabbing the base of my cock, she opened her mouth wide and began sucking the tip.

Her head bobbed skillfully as she worked the length of my cock into her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned desperately.

I felt the small palm of her hand push against my lower abdomen as the other gripped and pulled at the sensitive skin of my balls.

I opened my eyes as the pleasure erupted like fireworks inside me.

Her big brown eyes stared up at me with tears as my cock filled her mouth and entered the forbidden depths of her throat.

"You're gonna make me cum..."

Her mouth curved into a smile around my cock as she began gawking her head back and forth.

She wasn't giving up.

This wasn't going to end.

I was going to cum.

No, I was cumming.

Hard.

Very hard.

For

So

Long.

My legs seized as my body hunched over hers. Her nose was shoved into my stomach while my cock spewed ropes of cum down her throat.

I felt the little tickle of her desperate breaths escaping her nose and mouth, onto my skin.

"Fuck."

I loosened my grip on her shoulders. I don't even remember placing them there.

As the support of her body, holding mine up, was moving away, I did my best to regain consciousness.

My sensitive cock was still throbbing in her mouth. I felt the suction of my lips loosen a little as I straightened up.

The length of my cock was still in her mouth, spreading her jaw apart.

Not releasing the eye contact, I watched as she tightened her lips around me once again, and sucked every drop of my cum, from base to tip, before my cock hang limp.

My knees were buckling again.

"There's no way you're real."

"This isn't real."

She smiled as she got up off the floor and stood, naked except for her boots, in front of me.

Her warm body pressed gently up against mine. I felt her hard nipples pushing into my upper body while her lips softly kissed my chest.

There was a trail of faint wet kisses lining my chest.

Her hand reached down to mine, grabbing it and slowly moving it down between her thighs.

I felt the hair on my arm stand up with goosebumps.

She parted her legs, making room for my hand to slide in-between, and urged my fingers to part the lips of her warm pussy.

A slippery wet layer coated my fingers as she guided them up and down her slit.

"Don't worry baby, I'm very real. This?"

The sound of my fingertips floating around in her wetness filled my ears.

"This, is very real."

***

It really was worth the risk.

I could tell that this stranger shared my same hunger.

The floor no longer felt cold.

I arched my back into the rug beneath me as he parted my legs next to the fireplace.

"I guess I have to taste it to find out if it's real."

I giggled and squirmed as he laid a finger on my clit, slowly tickling up and down, spreading my wetness everywhere.

"Ohhhhh..."

It was my turn to moan.

I bit my lip and inched up onto my elbows to watch as he entertained himself with my pretty pussy.

His gaze shifted up from my pussy to my face as he slowly pushed a finger inside me. I watched as it slowly disappeared in me.

I couldn't see his finger, but I definitely felt it. The rough lines from cuts and the bumps of his joints rubbed beautifully against my walls, while the tip of his finger pushed teasingly at my g-spot.

That feeling. The feeling of those first few seconds of pleasure after being deprived of it for so long...

It was exhilarating.

My head fell back as my eyes closed. Soft moans made their way out.

The rhythm of his finger became too good to handle.

He was good. He knew how to please a woman. Clearly.

His tongue soon joined in as my moans grew louder, lightly flicking on my clit.

It was slow at first, but became eager as I looked down to watch the view.

He was watching me the whole time; reading my body language and analyzing my moans.

"Ohhhhh baby...." I cried. "Fuck that feels sooooo gooodddddd."

"Please don't stop...please...please...ohhhhh..."

"........fuuuuuckkk..."

His fingers and tongue played with my poor throbbing pussy, forcing me to squirm and arch my back in pleasure.

His pace quickened, stopping every few seconds to suck and pull at my clit.

One finger became two.

Deeper and deeper.

Faster and faster.

It felt like he was extracting an orgasm out of my body.

I couldn't control myself. The edging was painfully enjoyable.

My elbows collapsed as my thighs locked around his head.

My hands didn't know what to do. One laid limp next to me, nails scraping against the rough fabric of the rug, while the other dug into his hair.

I felt every wave of stimulation, like neurons rapidly firing from my clit and g-spot, up to my brain for processing.

I clenched my eyes shut, unable to handle the orgasm rising inside of me.

It was long. And painful.

I felt the muscles in my core and my legs beginning to cramp.

The release sent me crying out soft helpless moans.