It sat in my chest, the weight, the NEED. It had built over the week, as it always did, teasing me just beyond my grasp. The feeling sank low into my body at a matched pace of the setting sun. As the moon's light washed over the land I dare not deny my hunger anymore. I left, to search, to hunt.
It was a distance away, but the Rusty Crow was a good spot for the sport. It didn't require the mental load of a night club, nor the slow calm patience of any formal event. The Crow and spots like it were a fine place to score a head without too much work. I sat at the bar, slowly nursing my drink. The sound of the local collage goers talking echoed around me. It was date night, and they mingled. Men competed with one another for positions to see who could get attention. The women pulled the strings of power they had over the men till they grew bored, and moved onto the next one. The crowd was cheery enough with plenty of people laughing. The key is waiting. Attacks of opportunity are more lethal than any direct approach. Observe. Plan. Wait.
To my back left I heard a woman yelling, loud but lacking any real malice, at the man sitting across from her. The poor buck had the look of glee whipped from his face as she berated him.
"Dude I don't fucking care! What kind of woman wants to sit on her night out listening to this!?"
The brown hair flew from her head as she stood up swinging her arms wide. She looked around the room, ensuring attention on her.
"I came here to meet a REAL MAN!" She gestured to the room in disappointment.
With a huff, she stormed out of the Crow.
I waited, lingering on the edge of the chase, no member of the herd followed her. I paid my tab and left.
She hadn't gotten far, much less than she should have. She wore a pair of gray booty shorts. The fabric lifted up her ass cheeks with portion of her rear hanging out, before digging in between her curves. Her tight form jiggled as she walked.
Her brown hair swung behind her back, dipping lower then her short cut top. The black fabric covered only to below her shoulder blades, then back up to her shoulders flowing down to her hands.
I stalked her, watching, waiting. The lone doe's form was near bare from the fabric, I could see each muscle move under her athletic build. Her hair swaying back and forth. Fine prey.
She stopped, and looked back at me... I stopped. She looked me up and down, then down the alleyway to her left, me, then the alleyway. Flicking her hair over her shoulder she walked into the maw of the stonework, giving her ass a shake as doing so.
A Bambi, I hurry after her. Turning into the alleyway I am met with a dead end and my prey. Her back is turned to me, she's clearly pretending not to hear me. I sink into our hole, making my steps slow and loud. She doesn't look my way. She's done such a good job getting us here, I let her enjoy the build up. Each step on the concrete my boots rub into the ground, her body tenses, breathing slows. Her ears pull towards my movements, listening, trying to learn what she denies her eyes.
When I am half way down the alleyway, I rush her. My upper body slams into hers, my hands grab her wrists.
"No!"
It's audible, but not loud. Her arms give the smallest of resistance.
I smile. One hand holds onto her left arm but I allow her right free. She swings wide before realizing the force behind her fight and brings her arms in, pacifying it. My fingers dug into her black fabric as my free hand undoes my belt and pulls it off. Hearing the leather pull free she lets up, moving her lame hands back I follow with the hand arm I control. My leather wraps her wrists, a short gasp escapes her mouth once tightened. Her body tenses up, she's afraid. She let it happen yes, but she was not planning on the restraints and certainly wasn't prepared. I cup my hand around her, pulling up and back on the bottom of her jaw to avoid her neck. Her back rests against my chest as I whispered into her ear,
"Easy now."
I gave a gentle pull on the wrappings, showing her their lose form. A sign of good faith. Through the pause she breathed, focusing on calming her nerves. Satisfied with her emotional state, I push her forward again to bend her at the waist supporting her weight by grabbing onto her arms above the elbows. Jeans unzipped, I freed my throbbing cock, and slip it under the fabric of her short shorts. It slides over her ass cheek and into her ass crack. The tight fabric forces us together as my member stretched it further than designed. She didn't wear underwear. I rub back and forth as I pull her hair.
