It would've been 5 minutes in the walk when I was conveniently shoved inside the gate of a broken building.
It was a well populated community area. Houses and bungalows on both sides of the road. Every now and then, a new one being made or one being torn down. Everything decently lit. Like a place where no one would worry about anything. And thus, the place to have your guard generally down. I should've stayed more focused on the walk, I would have probably noticed someone creeping up on me. But it was too late for that now. People think there may be a scuffle, there may be a problem... But if you're quick and surprising enough, whatever hit me.... Hits like a bus. Before I could grasp the situation and get a calibrated vision.... I was being pushed against a wall. These things are more surprising than assumed. You only notice one thing at a time. Like how when I was being pushed and I wanted to scream that my mouth was reluctantly opening up to a cloth being pushed in it.
My head was being sandwiched by the wall and his face. His prickly beard, brushing over my cheek. It's weird how close someone can be to you and you still can't see their face. Right then, he starts groping me in way that his hand locks mine with a lobster like grip, while he holds the other hand of mine pinned to the wall. Just a helpless wrist trying to break free from his grip. He was pretty fast and rough to feel me up. But It felt to slow. So time taking. While my hand was pinned, his roamed free over me. It was like they were thirsty for my skin. He didn't care enough for my tucked half curled shirt. He was quick to pull them out only to rush his hand to the top of my shirt. Confused, between grabbing a feel by groping me and unbuttoning the shirt to abuse my tits better. He groped my left tit, pushing it towards my face while his fingers made their way to the buttons. Once he felt them, he started flicking them open. He only had patience for the first two. After them, he just tugged at the shirt for my bra to show. He pulled the shirt for it to get stuck at my waist. Moving my hands around as, when and where he liked before pinning them again. He took my tits out of the bra in a split second to fondle with them as if I was his personal stress toy. He was angry enough that I'm sure I felt each grope through layers of my skin, making me moan all muffled. I was moaning..... Why wasn't I screaming in the cloth? Why was I moaning?
The more I absorbed the situation.... The more it started to feel like a quick hitting high. In a few seconds.... I could feel the urge to fight lighten, the wrist curls were losing strength..... And before I could think on the fact that I was giving in to this... He noticed how my body loosened a bit with a slow breath in a while and in a split second, he uttered, "Now I'm going to let your hand go. I want you to rub yourself while I fuck you". He knew before I could think proper! He knew that I had given into this in that moment. The words had the most unexpected effect on me. I stopped shivering for a good second. He let go of the pinned hand. My face was shoved in the other direction. I was thankful for that. Cause I didn't want to see what I was gonna do if I turned. The slow shivers were back and I was slowly moving the hand as instructed. It was moving with the wall till it felt my thigh.
After thinking for what felt like the longest 20 seconds....... I started doing as instructed. Rubbing myself while he firmly groped one of my tit while his other hand, now free.....was molesting my ass. Every moment was coming like a wave followed by a bigger one. Every second, I was reminding myself that this is wrong, but I'm wet. I was made to feel myself. I couldn't even deny it. He didn't even have to say it. I knew pretty well that I was wet. Way more than I should have been. He'd feel it soon enough too, he was already spreading me from the back, ready to shove his cock the second my pants went down!
"Unnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
