It was a hot Thursday afternoon in the middle of August when Lena decided to stop by the mall for a quick shopping session. She praised her idea the moment she walked in—immediately feeling her nipples harden from the cold air blasting above her. She glanced down watching her nipples poke visibly through her thin white button down top.
Lena wasn't fond of her catholic school uniform, but rather looked for any moment slip out of the starchy white top and outrageously long skirts. Yet when she couldn't escape the skirt—like today—she'd pull it up higher and roll the waistband around a few times until you could just barely see her plump ass.
She didn't know what she was particularly looking for as she began to wander around. Shoes? No. Clothes? The thought of looking at more layers made her feel hot again. The thought made beads of sweat begin to form again causing her to glisten.
Truthfully, Lena wished more than anything she could just buy a guy who would bend her over and spank her willing ass in that moment. This brief image made Lena more conscious of the wetness between her thighs as she kept walking. She sighed in a small bit of frustrations as she reminded herself that would never happen.
Though she was often told she was a cute girl and her friends swore she had the perfect body, Lena's long held 18 years of being a virgin made her doubt these beliefs. After all, if she was really the hot thing everyone said she was shouldn't more guys be trying to fuck her than the zero that were at that moment?
To up her lacking sex appeal, lately Lena has been pushing the boundaries more and more. She rolled up her plaid skirts a little higher, stopped wearing bras and made an effort to make sure her nipples were visible, and stopped wearing panties. On the days she wore skirts—which was becoming more often—she made sure to always make an effort to drop something from time to time. Bending down at the waist, she knew her tight and ready pussy could be seen during these brief moments; she always tried to maintain a fake obliviousness to it.
Lena walked into a nearby department store, dying to find a place to distract herself. Lena strolled leisurely through the sections as she tried to not think of the small ache that was beginning to form between her legs. But in this time that she was painfully aware of the need coming from cunt. Lena began to lose focus of her surroundings as she tried to keep her head from wandering to the endless fantasies she wished could play out in that moment. She wouldn't snap back to it until she was walking in between racks of men's clothing and plowed straight into something.
In an instant she felt herself falling towards the ground before being scooped up with a hand on her waist and one slid down her ass and cupping her pussy briefly. As one hand left her waist and the other hand around her pussy slowly slid up, and away, she felt a finger slid perfectly between her slit cause a slight euphoric gasp. Finally, something was touching her where she needed it the most. That something happened to be a man. Lena realized this tall stern dark brown eyed man with light stubble across his sharp jawline and slicked back brown hair had the perfect amount of muscles. As Lena looked up into his eyes and he stared down at her intensely, she noticed her hands were braced against his chest steadying herself. She tried to not think of how good her hands felt against the soft cotton of his shirt.
"You should be more careful," the man chided. His voice was a rich and deep kind of raspy that made Lena want to hear grunting in her ear more than anything.
The man smiled slightly at Lena as her brain began to mentally panic—realizing that she had almost fallen on her ass in front of this hot 30 something man. Lena held her breath as he slowly moved his mouth to her ear and felt his stubble graze the side of her face.
"If you're not going to wear panties under that little skirt," she gasped in shock when she felt his hand quickly snake under her skirt again and two thick finger plunge deep inside her fucking her for a brief delicious moment.
"Then don't be surprised when a man decides to claim this tight little pussy of yours." Lena bit her lip trying to stifle a moan as she noticed the near by people oblivious, for the moment, to her. The man, noticing the need in her eyes, continued slowly diving his thick fingers in and out of her. When she felt his thumb begin to circle her clit, she thought she was going to draw blood from her lip trying to bite out the scream she was holding in.
"Please," Lena begged. Her pussy was aching so badly she wasn't sure how much longer her body could keep itself from responding more than it was. She knew she'd explode then and there if he didn't stop soon. But in that moment she wasn't sure if that's what she wanted. In an instant she realized what she wanted. "Please make me cum," she panted quietly as she began rocking her hips on his hands.
The man moved his mouth away from her ear and grabbed her chin, looking her in the eye. He eyed her with a particular lust in her eyes that held all the dirty possibilities that could come from his eye fucking alone. This intense stare caused Lena's cunt to begin to flood with her juices that began to run down her legs as she slumped over the mans shoulder. She was painfully aware of the sound her wet pussy was making as he moved quicker in and out of her.
"Tell me you want it. Tell me how bad you want to cum," he demanded.
"I want it so bad. Please let me cum," she pleaded. She was painfully aware of her inexperience in dirty talking and prayed that she sounded as hot as she felt.
"Your such a little slut, getting finger fucked by a stranger in the middle of a store. I bet you haven't even noticed the woman staring, watching me fuck your little dirty hole." Lena tried to pull away from his hands at this, searching for this woman who was witnessing the assault he was doing on her pleading cunt. The man wouldn't let this happen though as her gripped her chin tighter and straightened her head again.
"Nope, you don't get to worry about anyone watching when you're acting like the little whore you are." Lena let out a small moan laced with a scream when he came down hard smacking one of her hard nipples through her shirt. Her hands began to paw against his back begging for mercy or release—whichever could come first.
"You're such a dirty little girl. No panties, or bra, I bet you walk around ready for anything to ram itself up this little cunt of yours." He moved his fingers in and out more as Lena began squeezed to close her eyes tight. This was all becoming too much for her.
"Answer me," he squeezed her chin tighter prompting her to open her eyes as her lips parted in bliss. "Tell me you've been waiting on a guy like me to come and give you this."
Lena nodded her head eagerly, too lost in the feeling of his fingers deep in her and his finger on her clit. "Tell me out loud whore." He smacked her tit hard one more time evoking a small squeal from her.
"Yes," she panted. His strong hand came down on her swollen tit hard again.
"I've wanted a man to fuck me like this for so long," she continued. Another smack came down to her.
"I wish it was your cock pumping deep in me instead though," she was getting louder now—lost in the ecstasy as she felt her orgasm coming. Typically, she was always quiet, even when on the verge of cumming, but there was something about this guy that was bringing the sex fiend out of Lena. Suddenly, she was not the quiet girl who was silenced when her friends talked about sex or one who bit her pillow to silence her lustful screams at home. No, this girl was the dirty whore he seemed to think she was as she took whatever he'd give to her.
"I wish you'd bend me over and fuck my virgin hole," she was speaking mostly through moans at this point as she felt her juices pouring down her thighs. The shock that this was her saying such dirty things barely registered in her head. She just needed more of whatever ever he could give her.
