"Stella, this is Stan. My car broke down at the bottom of the hill by the superette. Can you pick me up? You can? Great! The ice cream dessert for tonight's dinner is melting so please hurry...but...make sure you turn off the stove and any appliances just in case we're somehow delayed. I'll be waiting for you."
With that said I ended my cell phone call and waited. However, my car was parked down the street instead of being at the local grocery store, and I was hidden in the back seat of Stella's unlocked van. Concealed by the van's tinted windows, I waited for Stella and the start of our night of fantasy.
Stella had been my attractive Japanese-American next-door neighbor for about a year. She and her two young boys had been forced to relocate from California to the islands on the whim of her idiot of husband, Darren. Totally oblivious of his wife's distress and unhappiness, the bastard proceeded to add insult to injury by having a fling with one of his female co-workers, thinking that his wife would never find out about it. Little did he imagine that his actions would result in his wife yearning for and living out her wildest sexual fantasies -- being raped by a mysterious stranger -- a role that I was more than willing to play.
My name's Stan. I consider myself an average guy, not bad looking and single. I'm an independent electrician and besides getting a good workout, I make enough to pay to live comfortably and have a lot of spare time. It was my willingness and availability to help that attracted Stella to me, and me to her. Perhaps it was her Asian genes that made her look younger than her thirty-some-odd years and damn irresistible.
However, Stella never thought of herself as being attractive. To her, her mouth and ears were too big, and face too long. Having breastfed her two sons, her modest breasts no longer as high or firm as they used to be. In addition, Stella had inverted nipples that disappeared into puffy areola-slits, and this perceived deficiency bothered her to no end. Finally, the slight pudge just above her pubic mons, the padded roundness of her hips, and the fullness of her butt were sources of her constant dissatisfaction.
It was Stella's unhappiness with her physical self and marriage that made her fantasize about the mysterious stranger who would be so attracted to her that he would be compelled to ravish her. Ironically her rapist would give Stella the freedom to do unspeakable erotic acts without social constraint or responsibility. Ironic as it may seem, being raped was the ultimate turn-on for Stella.
This explained why I was naked and crouched behind the driver's seat of her van, eager to begin the next episode in her erotic fantasy. Peeking through her van's window, I saw Stella in the glow her house's night light quickly lock her front door and hurry to the van dressed in a loose spaghetti-strapped shift that fell to her mid thigh. I knew that she was braless from the jiggling front of her dress, and her shift's wet shoulders from her long hair told me that she must have just gotten out of the shower.
I ducked when I heard Stella open and close the van's door and felt when she settled into the driver's seat. Reaching around to cover her mouth, I pulled her head to the seat's headrest. "Don't make a sound if you know what's good for you," I hissed.
Stella immediately jerked and then stiffened when she found herself in my firm grasp. I inhaled the wet freshness of her hair as I tucked her dark tresses behind her ear with my other hand and reached around to grasp her throat. "It's good to be with you again -- Stella. Have you missed me...because I've really missed you?
"I know that when I fucked you last night, you loved it. Didn't you?" I chuckled softly as I let my free hand slide down her long throat and then slipped into the wide neckline of her shift. She gasped when I cupped and squeeze a tantalizing tit. A thin strap of her loose shift slipped from her shoulder as I slowly milked her tender tit from her heaving chest to her bulbous tip, coaxing her inverted nipple to emerge from its fleshy slit.
"Don't utter anything or move until I tell you," I growled as Stella twisted in my torment. "Don't think of escaping because I'll catch you and you'll regret it. Do you understand?" When she nervously nodded, I removed my hand from her mouth to securely tie a thin-cloth blindfold across her closed almond-shaped eyes.
"There. Now, I want you to get into the back seat with me so that we would be protected from prying eyes outside of the van. We can have some fun on this bench seat like we did last night. Now, just climb between the two front seats. That's right over the console. Come on. Move it!"
Feeling with her hands, Stella awkwardly obeyed and leaned over to move over the middle console separating the front bucket seats. As she did so, the other strap of her shift slipped from her shoulder, and her mouthwatering boobs dangled and swayed so temptingly before my hungry eyes that I couldn't resist copping a cheap feel.
My unexpected grope caused Stella to lurch awkwardly into the back seat of her van and against cabin wall. Without its thin straps off her shoulders, her loose shift dropped to her waist to reveal both of her quivering boobs. As she struggled cover herself while moving away from me, her garment's hem edged up her thighs and gave me a good view her shapely legs.
Pulling her to me, I unzipped her loose dress, causing Stella to resist when my intent became apparent. Wrestling her beneath me as I pushed her shift further down her squirming body, I harshly uttered in her ear, "God, you're so attractive, but you still haven't learned to pull your curtains. Do you know that after I left you last night that I came back to watch you parade in front of the windows in the nude? You didn't know that I was outside your window watching you, did you?"
My fingertips lightly travel up her quivering thighs, and then stroked her damp panties. Stella involuntarily jerk at my touch only to squeal when while my finger swiftly yanked the crotch of her panties aside before dipping into her juicy pussy slit. I slipped up and down her tight crack before taunting her, "I watched you touch yourself like I'm doing right now. Were you thinking of me and what I did to you? Did you think about how I fucked your juicy tight twat? Do you remember how you gratefully sucked my dick afterwards?"
Stella struggled to resist my fingering of her swollen pussy slit and the vivid memories of our first time together. She desperately pressed her thighs together, but as I sawed the blade of my hand into her juicy crack her resolve crumbled. "Were you thinking about what I'd do to you if we ever got together again? Did you, Stella? Come on, tell me."
Her breaths were short and shallow as Stella shook her head in a last-ditch denial. Yet, when I kissed her exposed neck a soft moan of unspoken desire escaped her lips. Then when I whispered to her to lift her hips, Stella did so obediently, allowing me to quickly remove her shift before yanking off her sopping wet panties.
"Well, Stella, it seems to be only you and me -- again," I growled as lay on her squirming naked body. "Hmmm, I didn't see your kids. Are they at a friend's house? For the weekend? Ha! And, I bet your ass-wipe of a husband is away again, isn't he?" My finger twirled her pubic hairs then circled her stiff stubby clit. "What's that? For the weekend? Damn, I don't know who's dumber -- your fucking husband who's fooling around on you -- or your stupid next-door neighbor who's not fucking you. What a pair of dumb fucking bastards!"
I suddenly thrusted a finger into Stella's dripping love box. Stella squealed at my unexpected penetration and pushed herself against the van window as in a vain attempt to retreat from my fingers. But I wouldn't have any of this as I grabbed her twisting hips to yank her back until she lay prone on the van's back seat.
Forcing her thighs apart to give me unobstructed access her nether delights, I plunged my face between her tender inner thighs. As my rasping tongue drilled all the way tin her twisting twat, and I was immediately overwhelmed by the musky ambrosia of her sexual excitement. Grasping a handful of her black silky muff, I pulled her pubic hair back to expose her stiff clit sticking up from its fleshy hood. When my tongue tip viciously lashed it, Stella cried out before shoving her juicy twat into my vacuuming mouth.
"Do you like this, Stella? You have one hell of a delicious cunt...but this pussy hair has to go...but maybe later. Right now, I think I'll finger-fuck your snatch some more." I shot two fingers into her love box, and Stella was forced to spread her legs to better accommodate them. Curling my fingers, I pressed and rubbed her hardening ridges of her G-spot, causing Stella to whine pitifully as her nostrils flared and her body was racked with tremors of passion that radiated from her violated vagina.
The fingers of my other hand strummed Stella's stiff love pearl while the fingers of the other hand pumped the depths of her fleshy pubic oyster. Mewling girlishly, she squirmed as the tension steadily built within her sex. Then like a taunt cord snapping, Stella suddenly convulsed in her first orgasm of the night and deliriously writhed as she was consumed with violent convulsions.
While Stella trembled in the aftershocks of her climax, I swiftly mounted her limp body and plunged my raging erection into the sizzling wet-velvetiness of her churning cunt. I took her like I did the previous night -- hard and fast. My groin repeatedly and loudly slapped against her inviting vulva, churning her pussy juices in a lewd squishing sound. With each thrust of my hips, Stella emitted a child-like whimper as she was helplessly tossed her like a rag doll with each thrust of my hips.
