Hey everybody! Back with another chapter. I'll keep this short and sweet, but thanks again for reading my stories and for the support! Feel free to comment, give some suggestions, or message me. All feedback is welcome. Hope you enjoy!
Warning: this story may contain scenes of non-consent/reluctance.
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Now, where is he...
It was yet another cool autumn night. The street lights weren't the only thing illuminating the city, as neon colors in bright electric signs from liquor stores, fast food drive-ins, and the plethora of clubs and bars shone throughout the city with an air of salaciousness, desire, and potential. These lights were dimming, however, by the minute, since clubs were starting to shut down for the night. It was the middle of the week, Wednesday, so the clubs didn't stay open 24 hours. The time was approaching 3 a.m., and that meant that a lot of people's nights were ending, or at least moving to a more private location. Crowds of people rushed out of the clubs and bars, and the cool fall winds of the night met them with a brisk intensity, causing them to put on their jackets and brace it.
Oh, wow, I really should've brought a jacket. He better not keep me waiting...
Shelley didn't have to wait much longer, which was a good thing for her because her white tank top and black skinny jeans weren't going to cut it for very long, even for a woman like her. As her eyes quickly scanned the crowds outside the bar, she noticed a guy with a dark denim jacket, short dark hair, blue jeans, and white shoes leaving a bar with a few of his friends. They were laughing and joking around loudly, and seemed to be at least a little bit inebriated. She wouldn't have noticed him in the sea of people, but she had come to recognize his white shoes, which he always wore to these bars, and his general physique. She had her eyes on him, and now she was fixated on claiming her prize.
After about 10 minutes of standing around, talking, and laughing, his three friends finally walked away from them, hopped in their own cars, and left. This left him alone for the first time all night, and Shelley was growing impatient of waiting in the dark corridor between two buildings. In the 10 minutes since they left the bar, she had reached into her white tank top and massaged her big soft breasts, feeling their warmth and softness against her hands. She slid down them and pinched her nipples, which were painfully hard by now, and twisted them, eliciting soft moans. She could feel the titillating heat emanating throughout her body, flowing at an increasing pace.
Luckily, the corridor was abandoned, so no one heard her bask in the pleasure. The cacophony of late night voices floating through the dark streets swallowed the sounds of her cooing through her firm, intense squeezing of her plump breasts. She was relieved when he started walking in her direction, looking a little tipsy, still smiling from whatever joke his buddies. As he drunkenly stumbled across the street, she fixed her breasts back in her top, composed herself, stretched, and made her move. She struck quickly and with precision, acutely hitting her mark before finding a place to hide and watch.
More waiting. She was usually a stoic personality, with patience for days, but when her need grew inside her like this, there wasn't time for waiting. Her thirst needed to be quenched, and as she watched the man writhe and grind against the wall in the dark corridor where she was previously positioned, she cracked a rare smile, ready to indulge in what she saw. She turned her glance downward and saw a bulge in his jeans, growing with an aching need. He was rubbing against his rigid shaft, trying to resist taking it out and stroking. She wouldn't be surprised if he had been pre-cumming already by now, making a moist spot in those jeans. His eyes were closed and his pelvis was bucking forward slowly, mimicking a deep grind into a wet pussy. He was murmuring something to himself, under his breath. Shelley licked her lips, intent on helping the poor man.
"Everything okay?" She said, startling the young man out of his lustful stupor.
He initially looked astonished, embarrassed and flushed with red at being caught doing such lewd acts. But, not too long after, Shelley started walking towards him and his look of embarrassment changed into a look of need.
"Please...it, it ..." He was struggling to form words as she drew closer, tracing her finger along his neck, then his broad shoulders, circling around his chest, and then down his arms again.
"It what? What's wrong? Maybe I can help..."
"I just...it's..." His feeble attempt at forming his sentences trailed off into another mixture of grunts and groans as he reached inside his pants and started rubbing his hardened length even more intensely.
"Hmm, here let me see sweetie, I might have something to help."
Shelley gently pushed his hand out of the way and placed it at his side, which would have usually upset someone that was in the horny state that he was. But now, he didn't grimace, he didn't grunt with frustration. He didn't even look a little bit upset. Instead, he stared into her yellowish black eyes with a look of anticipation, desperate to see what she would do next. What she did next was take his hand and lift it up, placing it one of her ample breasts, sliding it gently but firmly against her shirt. His lustful gaze moved down to her chest, and he bit his lips in the pleasure.
"So, what do you think? Do you like them?" She said as she stared into his eyes.
He simply nodded, unable to say anything more.
"Good, I'm glad you like them. Don't neglect this one too, it loves to be touched." She said as she took his other hand, which was creeping back to his crotch, and placed it on her other breast.
She guided him to a firm squeezing motion, and eventually let go of his hands as he took over and did it himself. She made sure to graze his strong hands over her erect nipples, which were beyond sensitive by now, and growing ever harder by the touch. She moaned in the pleasure of it, which only motivated the man to apply more pressure to her hard nubs. He grew frustrated trying to pinch and pull them through the shirt, and continued to reach inside her tank top to pull her big breasts out. Shelley noticed that things had quieted down outside, as almost everyone had either gone home or found another place to stay. It was now more secluded and darker than before.
"What's wrong? You look a little frustrated, but I thought you like my breasts baby? Oh, you want me to get rid of this stupid shirt of mine, don't you?" She said in a seductive tone, almost toying with him. She could see that the bulge in his pants was growing more and more, and was probably painfully hard. It looked like it was begging to burst out, and Shelley was finding it hard to hold out any longer.
He nodded, which commenced her reaching down and pulling her tank top over her head and undoing her bra, freeing her ample cleavage from their prison. They flopped against her body with a heaviness, and the man simply gazed in amazement. Like he'd just seen a wonder of the world.
"So, what do you think? Like them, don't like them? Got anything to say?" She said, half-heartedly posing like a fashion model.
"They're...great..."
"Hmm, just great?" She cooed, taking his hands and placing them back on her bosom. He recommenced his squeezing and mushing of her breasts, staring directly at them, lost in their beauty.
"Amazing..." They were so heavy, so full. Shelley could see a drop of saliva dripping from his mouth as he gazed in amazement. She reached her hand, caught the drop, and slipped it in between her lips, sucking it off. That seemed to arouse him even more, and she responded by leaning over and licking from the top of his face to his lips, before whispering in his ear:
"Here, let me show you something."
Then she pulled back and lifted one breast to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and sucked on her engorged nipple. He could hear it pop as she withdrew and drew her sensitive nubs back into her mouth, moaning through the entire ordeal. He almost quivered with excitement as he watched, mesmerized by her gestures.
"So, you think you could do that for me sweetheart? Please?"
He nodded as she told him to come over with her finger, and offered him one of her plump breasts, holding it with two hands. He immediately grabbed it and suckled on her nipple, ravenously and without interruption. Shelley took her other hand and furiously rubbed her wet folds. She stopped briefly to offer him the other breast, and he sucked that one just as viciously, as if it were the only thing that mattered. She then guided her attention to his crotch, and rubbed his rigid manhood through his pants. While doing this, she leaned in close to his ear.
"You love them, don't you? In fact, you love all of me, right?" She said as she heard him grunt his confirmation while continuing to suck on her hard nipples.
"Even if you could, which you can't, you wouldn't leave me now, would you?"
