She'd known him for years. They'd dated once or twice but he wasn't her type or at least that was what she'd thought. She was quiet and inexperienced and he was everything she was afraid of. He was confident, tall and controlling and had a sparkle in his eyes that made her heart beat faster. He was too much for her and they both knew it.
She was beautiful. She had legs up to her armpits and pert D cup breasts that, on her size 10 frame, appeared much larger. At 35 she had a body women ten years younger would die for, but when she looked in the mirror, that's not what she saw. He, however, he saw it, and he wanted it. He wanted to grab her dark hair and force her mouth around his cock as she looked up at him with those big green eyes. He wanted so many things from her and he knew he'd get them.
He'd continued contact in the way men do when they want to get in your head and ultimately your knickers. And after months of dirty messaging he found her replies becoming quicker and somewhat more enlightening. He started to see a side of her that she herself did not and when she started instigating their chats he knew he had got her. It was after a day of such messages that he finally convinced her to meet up with him. It was a warm summers evening and they agreed to meet at the country park on the pretext of walking and talking. She was an intelligent woman and knew he wanted more but felt she could handle his advances.
He waited, leaning lazily against his car as she pulled into the lane and parked behind him. God he'd forgotten quite how attractive she was and watched as she swung her legs out of the door and stood wearing a thin cotton dress. The sun was slowly going down and as it's warm rays hit her figure he could clearly see her long legs and the edges of her white thong. He felt his cock harden as she walked towards him. She saw him and her breathing quickened, her mind reeling, questioning the wisdom of being there. She heard herself talking ten to the dozen...the weather... the journey...the... He kissed her, his hand on the back of her neck, fingers entwined in her hair preventing her release, his tongue exploring her mouth with a mesmerising urgency. She stood, frozen by...by what? Fear? She didn't know. She wanted to be there and yet not like this. She was lost in her thoughts, fighting between the urge to run and the desire to stay.
Suddenly her mind was dragged back to reality as she felt his big hands grabbing roughly at her large breasts through the delicate fabric of her dress. She felt her nipples harden as he pulled the straps down off her shoulders. As he bit and sucked roughly at her breasts she felt his hands slide up her thighs until his fingers found the lacy sides of her thong. He swiftly pulled them down over her knees and she felt the evening air against her bare skin. She could feel her panic rising as her mind tried to comprehend the situation. She was there, half naked, with a man she barely knew only feet from the busy pathway through the woods.
