The Paring Lot

It had been over a half hour since the last car left the park parking lot. No other activity around either. I am still very leery about being caught out in public, but this is my routine. I love being dressed up and being out and free. It is invigorating, exciting. So I take walks in the evening, dark enough anyway. I sat back in my car seat, rubbed my temples with my fingers. My routine was the same every week, without fail. Glancing across the parking lot again, nothing was on notice. So I grabbed my bag and my keys and opened the car door. The slamming of the car door was almost deafening in the quiet air. I ambled across the concrete, locking my car with the fob. I didn't even have to think about it, purely out of habit. I always made sure the doors were locked, even in my own driveway.

It was summertime so I didn't bring a jacket. I was dressed smartly. My skirt reached below my knees and was just full enough to hide certain areas of my body. My shoes were sensible, a pair of tennis shoes built for hiking, made for function and comfort. That, and a t shirt.... Try to be hidden in plain sight if someone would happen to walk by. Less attention drawn to me the more likely they won't know that I am really a guy underneath. Always careful with that. I felt like I turned into an attractive woman with years and years of practice, but the thought of someone recognizing me still scares the hell out of me. My porcelain white skin, big blue eyes and long black hair (a wig of course). At the few times I did get caught the men have given me some looks up and down.

I made my way to the path at the end of the parking lot. I waited for a quick second to make one last look. I was able to walk a little longer than normal. The longer summer nights gave me that opportunity. I loved the way the air felt on my shaved legs, heading up my skirt, thru my panties, and onto my cock. It was so refreshing. I sat at the end of the trail and looked over the water. My legs spread feeling the breeze. I pulled my skirt up a bit so I could pull my cock out behind my panties. I didnt want to pull it all for fear of someone seeing me or even worse a park cop seeing me. How embarrassing would that be to be hauled in to the police station, dressed as a girl, and being charged with indecent exposure or lewd behavior. I would never be able to face anyone again. I pulled down my panties under my skirt and put them in my bag for the time being. I walked around the perimeter of the lake with my cock swaying under my skirt, enjoying the freedom. After a few times around the lake I decide to head home, as being in the park after dark is a no -- no. I stop at the one bench and put my panties back on and walk back to the parking lot.

With my bag slung over my shoulder and my keys clutched in my hand I begin the far walk to the end of the lot. Many trees and bushes stood between my and the car, blocking the view. I walked quickly to my car. I was parked next to the same tree I park at every week. I must've stayed longer than normal and it was darker than normal. I hit the unlock button and then reached to grab the door. The movement was much too fast for me to react. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him step out from behind the tree, where he had been hiding in the shadows. Before I could even turn my head in his direction, he was behind me and had both arms wrapped around me and his hand clamped down over my mouth, dropping my keys.

I tried to scream but only muffles. Terror tore thru me as I felt him pressing me to his body. His powerful arms, his body... unmovable. The more I struggled, the tighter he held on. His hand covered my mouth, sealing it shut, only able to breath thru my nose. My cries for help went unnoticed, barely audible. Finally, exhausted and on the verge of fainting I stopped fighting and I let my arms fall limply to my side. I needed to conserve my strength. We both stood still in the shadows of the trees, the only sound was our heavy breathing.

His faced was pressed into the side of my head. I could feel his breath on my ear. There was no sign of him releasing me. Time had slowed to a standstill. I concentrated on my breathing trying to get it under control and maybe relax his grip and I can make a break for it. In my ear I hear him softly say "I am not going to hurt you". Famous last words. What if he found out what was really underneath my skirt? I began struggling again, using up what little energy I had. I was barely left standing, his arms holding me up. If he let me go I would fall on the ground. We continued to stand there for seconds, minutes... It felt like forever. I was at his mercy now. My head fell back against his shoulder. His mouth was still at my ear.... "I will NOT hurt you" he spoke again in an even lower voice as before. There was a long pause and I didnt move. "If you understand me, shake your head" Weakly I nodded up and down. I felt his hand loosen its grip around my mouth. My head still slumped back but I didnt have the energy to lift it. His fingers slid away from my lips and gently traced my chin. They came to rest around my throat and I knew he could grip it tightly if he wanted to.

With my mouth free I was able to take some deep breaths, my chest heaving. I became aware of my 'breasts' against his arm that was squeezing my neck. His other hand was still wrapped around my waist, his strong hand pressed against my stomach, keeping me pinned to his body. I could feel the hardness of his body against me. He was taller than me but not by much. I focused on his breathing in my ear and soon our breathing was in unison. I was no longer in such terror and my body relaxed. The fingers around my throat made their way down to my chest. Slowly, agonizing, pace. His hand moved to my shirt and I could feel him pulling the neck down. I held my breath as the neck of the shirt strained and finally ripped. I gasped as his hand moved inside my shirt, cupping my breast over the top of my bra.

He paused. Oh no... he realizes they arent real. Waiting for a reaction. I relaxed a little as he reached inside of my bra and began tormenting my nipple behind my insert. He let his thumb glide over my hardening nipple repeatedly until it ached and then he flicked it with his finger. Hard. I cried out. More from the surprise than the actual pain. I felt the sensation all the way down below my stomach. For the first time I felt excitement as my cock began to fill up slightly. "This cant be happening" I thought. "Why am I getting aroused?" Confusion followed and I attempted to lunge away from him. The arm around never wavered, never loosened the grip so I didnt get far. In one motion he spun me around and pushed me hard against my car, pinning me between his body and my car. He had my wrists in each hand and his crotch pressed into my stomach. One of his knees was between my legs, causing my skirt to ride up my thighs. If he didn't suspect what was underneath before he definitely knew now. His knee gently into my dick behind the thin fabric of my panties. I was trapped.

His head, just above mine and I looked at his face for the first time. My eyes looking into his dark eyes. His chiseled cheekbones, strong jaw... Black, wavy hair. I swallowed hard. I stared a little too long because I saw a sneer flick briefly across his face and then he roughly shoved both of my hands behind my body, capturing them between me and the car. Once his hands were free, one crept to my throat again. I could feel his fingers pressing into my flesh. The other hand went to my long black hair and he wrapped it in his fist, holding me tightly against my neck. He now had total control of my head. He tugged my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. He dipped his face close to me and inhaled deeply. His eyes closed at he took in my scent, back to fear. I held my breath in anticipation knowing all too well I was going to have to decide to fight or give in. There would be no going back. "Please don't do this" I whimpered. "Dont make me do this" I pleaded in my head, but remaining silent. But he pressed on. His need began to build and soon he was nipping at me with soft bites, his tongue assaulting me. The hand around my throat slid down to my shirt and the rest of the tear was ripped all the way down. His mouth went for my chest, his tongue tracing my skin around the lacy edges of my bra. He cupped one breast with his free hand, the other still holding my head. While pinching and tugging at my nipple, he reached in the top of my bra and pulled it. He lingered before he pulled the bra down over my nipples. His mouth claimed my breasts and tormented my nipples. Each suck and swirl of the tongue caused me to lose my mind a little more. As the assault of my chest continues the leg he had between mine, which kept me pinned against the car, slid further up so his knee pressed against my cock. I found myself grinding on it, seeking relief from the arousal building up there. I was ashamed at how turned on I was. He let me hump his leg like a dog in heat. I took a deep breath as I realized that there was not anything I would let him do to me and my body. I was submitting to this dark and mysterious man who took what he wanted. He didnt ask for permission and I didnt care. I feared him. I exhaled and waited for what he had planned.

His free hand skimmed down my body, over my hips and past the bunched up skirt that had hiked up my legs. When he felt the bare skin of my thigh, he adjusted his stance so both legs were between mine. With a quick motion he shoved his leg sideways against the inside of my leg, forcing them farther apart, still pinned to the car. The hand of my thigh began to travel up, under my skirt, with one thing in mind as his mouth kept attention to my nipples. I knew where his hand was heading and I desperately needed him to touch me there. I whimpered as his hand traced circles on my skin, each motion taking him closer and closer. This was my last chance to stop this. I was at the edge. His finger traced around the outline of my cock through the thin material of my panties and I closed my eyes. He felt the wetness of the precum that had soaked my panties. Sliding a finger under the silky fabric and pushing it aside he teased my swollen cock. He found the head and his fingers circled it, massaged it, feeling it.

A moan escaped my lips as my entire being was consumed by his hand on my cock. I was after relief at this point. It was building up inside me, my body trembling as he stroked my cock. I was right there, on the edge. He abruptly pulled his hand away, stopping from me cumming, still wanting, and unfulfilled. I felt his hand below and heard his zipper sliding down. He freed his dick from his pants, feeling relief, no longer being restricted. He gripped his thick cock and pushed himself between my legs, letting his moist tip nudge against my swollen head. I gasped as I felt him rub our cocks together, so hard yet silky soft. He grasped my head backwards roughly as his cock was rubbing against mine. Hard. He spanked my cock with his, again and again, harder each time. My need to cum was building again. I was back at that edge ready to fall at any moment, waiting.

He released the grip on my head and grabbed underneath my thighs, pulling my legs up off the ground. The juices from my cock soaking me. One finger pushed through my drenched panties ripping them off completely. He lifted me higher and then brought me down on him, the tip of his cock at the entrance of my ass, soaked in my own juices. The head of his cock played at the entrance, wet with a mixture of our precum. And then with one quick motion, he plunged inside. Inch by inch. Slowly. Until he was deep inside. I could feel myself stretching around him. My body was enjoying every inch. I engulfed him and he reveled at how wet and ready I was. He bucked and moved and I started to meet his motions. My legs were wrapped around his waist, ankles hooked together, pulling him into me deeper. Each thrust, harder and faster than the last, slammed into me on the side of my car.

I was building again, quickly. My body started tightening, my muscles clenching around his cock. He felt me tensing up.... "Cum for me" he whispers. And with that I came, long and hard. My cock squirted between us, on both of our stomachs. The last of it dripping down onto his cock. The very one that was invading my ass, harder and harder now. My insides gripped him, milking his cock. He groaned, twitched, and then emptied his balls inside me. I felt the heat and the wetness. His dick eventually subsided, I could still feel him twitching and throbbing inside of me. I still had my legs wrapped around him. My head, dizzy. My body, loose and warm. He allowed us to each catch our breath. Then gently, he removed himself from me and eased my legs back down. I felt him slip out of me and instantly hated the emptiness. A few drops of his cum dropped onto the ground. He leaned me against the car and took a tentative step back, making sure I would be able to stand on my own two feet as he put his cock back into his pants and closed them up.

Still in a daze I lowered and smoothed out my skirt and wrapped what was left of my t shirt around me. My bra was still pushed up under my breasts giving me the look of having real tits. I didnt care. I picked up my torn panties. He picked up my keys up off of the ground and handed them to me. He opened the door for me and helped me in. I looked up at him through the window and gave him a weak smile. I fumbled with the keys into the ignition. I looked up again. He said "Same time next week?" and with a nod "Yes, same time next week"