Chapter 02: Alone in the Park
"Don't try to fight, any resistance is futile."
Anna remembers his voice. The perfect stranger whispering in the darkness, his ragged breathing, his hand slowly moving down, his fingers teasing her pussy, his hard dick filling her...
"Anna...Anna! Are you ok?"
"Yeah..just tired, the contractor sent again the wrong calculation for additional materials, they're killing me."
Anna still feels a little pulsation between her legs, she looks away, she doesn't like to lie and doesn't do it well and now she is trying to hide her bashful glance from her colleague.
Nobody should know what happened. And nobody should know I liked it.
It had been a month since Anna had met the stranger in her room. She couldn't stop going over that night in her head. The day after it happened, she was shocked, confused, ashamed. She bought the curtains and never opened them.
What if he is watching?
She was waiting, with fear but the stranger didn't come. Every day was the same: wake up, drink a cup of coffee, go to work, come back late in the evening, take a shower, eat dinner, listen to some music and fall asleep. Alone. Night after night, her loneliness became bigger, louder. She couldn't stop thinking about the guy who broke into her quiet world, without knocking, and took her like an animal. She didn't want to repeat it.
Or...did she?
Tonight Anna was lying in her big, cold bed, sleepless. The silence depressed her. She looked at the window - the new curtains were closed, as always.
I am not going to do this.
But she couldn't take her eyes off the window. Her breath became quick and fast, her heart started beating like crazy. She rose quickly from her bed and ran to the window. After a couple of minutes of irresolution, with a sudden movement, she opened the curtains.
What if he is watching?
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The noise of the crowd dissolved in the gentle music, women's laughter echoed through the room, ice cubes beating against each other in the glass, swig of whisky, genial warmth spread through his body.
John, pensive and silent, is sitting in the bar with his friends. Usually, he prefers being at home; lying on the couch, watching some tv shows after work. But during the last month, he wanted some company around. It protected him from obsessive thoughts about her. Pictures of her perfect body arose before his eyes every day and night: her warm toned body, hard nipples, round hips, her vibrant lips, full of passion. He tried, without any success, to forget about that crazy night.
"Hey John, did you fall asleep?"
"Yep, that's because you are talking one hour already, I think I need more whisky if I want to survive here with you."
"Oh, shut up." They laughed.
Yes, friends make him calm, make him normal, make him Mr. Niceguy.
He came home late, took off his shoes and reeled to the couch. He wasn't drunk, he was more tired, his legs didn't obey. He cast an eye out of the window.
Her curtains are open!
He slowly stood up from the couch and went closer to the window. After that night, he looked there every day but her curtains were always closed. He was regretting that night. He had spoiled everything, he had scared Anna and she was hiding from him. But now...
John saw her standing at the window. She was looking around like she was searching for something. Or someone. She put her hands on her neck, fingers disappeared in her dark hair. She opened her mouth and licked her upper lip.
What is she doing?
John's heart was pounding with mad speed. He couldn't understand if he was awake or just dreaming.
Anna's hands began making circles on her breasts and after a few seconds she slowly took off her t-shirt. John saw her big, round breasts. She squeezed them, her fingers playing with her nipples. Anna turned around and her hands moved to her panties. Her fingers grabbed the black silk, hips barely swinging from right to left and the panties fell down. She bent over and palmed her perfectly-shaped ass - first with one hand, then with the other.
John's legs were shaking. He sat on the chair in front of the window. He couldn't breathe, his dick was hard. He pulled down his jeans and took his dick in his hand.
He remembered that night when he fucked her, fucked her hard, made her scream with pleasure, she begged for more, her spread legs calling him... He remembered her breasts...how they felt in his hands. He remembered her tongue, caressing his dick. And now he was looking at her and stroking.
Anna slapped her ass as if she was punishing herself. Another slap! Then, she grabbed her ass with two hands and started squeezing it like the chef kneading the dough. She slowly turned around and flattened herself against a window. Her nipples were so hard that they almost cut the glass. John's hand started moving faster.
Anna moved her hand to her pussy.
She is wet, I know it. She is so fucking wet.
Her fingers were playing with her clitoris, her lush breasts were rubbing the glass, and a small part of the window fogged because of her hard breathing. Her fingers went inside, she closed her eyes, smiled with pleasure and licked the glass like a slut.
John felt dizzy when he saw Anna fucking herself. She was moving faster and faster the same with John's hand. The next minute they both came.
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Anna was waiting for him. She hoped that the stranger saw her and he would come but nobody did.