Jennifer ran towards the end of the block.
She had heard the crash a few moments earlier. It had startled her. She had turned the burner off the stove, put the rice down and opened her door. She was wearing a small, black tank top and black panties. She had come down the steps in front of her house without her shoes on. It was getting dark out.
She knew she was underdressed, but this could be an emergency. Her tank top left her belly button showing and her panties were the lace ones her husband had bought for her. She always thought they were too slutty looking. She felt the cold wind brush up her legs as she opened the fence to the street.
At the end of the block there were lights and some people shouting. She kept up her pace towards the accident. It looked like two cars were involved, but maybe nothing serious. She was about a half block from the accident when she stopped. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to get closer, dressed like this. She felt safe at least in the shadows beside her neighbour's hedge.
Through the corner of her eye she saw something but it was too late. She was hit, knocked over. The man tackled her to the grass behind the hedge. He was strong, and used his arms to pin her shoulders to the grass.
She tried to scream but all she could hear were the sirens blaring around the accident. The man grabbed her by her tank top and dragged her further behind the hedge, out of sight. She tried to fight him but she was scared. Who was this man, and what did he want? She kicked into the air, trying to get away.
The sirens outside kept coming. She heard other neighbors making their way towards the accident, asking each other what had happened. The man kept his weight on her, pinning her as she tried to move. Slowly he moved his hands under her tank top along her stomach, lifting it as he went. Jennifer managed to free an arm from under the man and grabbed his wrist, but she couldn't stop his hand from moving up, along her uncovered stomach.
As his hand found her breast she knew she couldn't stop him. He ran his thumb over her nipple, making her arch her back in disgust. She squirmed in his grasp but he held her with his knee in between her legs, his arms pinning her to the ground. Louder now the voices were yelling about something. They were right behind the hedge. The man whispered, "Shhhhhh", then moved his mouth to her chest and began kissing her bare right breast, running his tongue over the sensitive exposed nipple. His other hand was kneading her left, making her nipple hard against the cold night. Her tank top was bunched up to her neck, leaving her chest and stomach exposed to the cool air. Jennifer wanted to escape, but how? She was trapped under this assault, caught in between fear, shame, and something else. There was something about being here, so close to where they could see her, this big man doing things to her...
He moved his hand back down along her stomach, towards her lace panties. He slipped his hand underneath the front of the panties. She gasped again, caught between wanting to scream and wanting to keep this secret, whatever that meant.
"Shhhhhh, don't let them hear us." He whispered again in her ear. His lips moved closer and he ran his tongue along her neck, kissing it as he did. She stifled a moan as he slid a finger over her labia, gently massaging her clit. His finger was teasing her entrance, making her arch her hips against his hand. She was wet. He slipped a finger inside her and let her stiffen. She opened her mouth and he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and letting her kiss him back. She couldn't stop herself. Her tongue sought his, her lips burning with every ragged breath.
She heard a man's voice just on the other side of the hedge, a few feet away. He sounded panicked, uneasy. God, no. That man was supposed to be working late.
That man was her husband. Was he looking for her?
The man behind the hedge guided her hand to his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and knew this was bad. It was hot, urgent. What could she do? Scream and tell everyone she was being pleasured by this stranger behind the hedge? She grabbed his cock and moved her hand back and forth, their lips still entwined. She knew she shouldn't be doing this.
Her husband was still asking people if they had seen her. He said he had come home and the door was open. She heard a female voice ask him is he needed help. All her husband could say was, "I'm not sure."
The voices were dying out now. People were leaving. The accident was over.
The man grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them down to her knees.
"You look like you could use some company," the woman's voice said to her husband. Jennifer tried to get up, knowing what the woman was doing. But the man had her pinned. He moved his hand back up her thigh to her hot cunt and she stifled a moan.
She heard her husband say something like "yeah, who knows where she went, anyway?"
