Predator - Sex Stories

Predator

... agreed to meet for one purpose only: she would enlighten me on female sensuality, their depraved erotic, if not horny thoughts. And more of the kind. As I was prepared for the opposite, the unexpected, I was not surprised when she grabbed my hand. Rubbed my lower arm and carressed my chin with the tip of her finger. I joined her little game, let her... 'Shall we leave, get into the car...and...'talk'?', she asked with a dim, low voice. I agreed. When she picked up her wallet, it fell open. Her indentity card was visible, for just a short moment. Then I saw, confirmation of what I had expected ever since: her birth year proved she lied about her age! I quickly did the maths, 21, instead of 30! Again, it proved she tried to hide her true intentions... We walked to my car, and drove off. Knowing the vicinity, I parked the car on a lonely, well camouflaged spot in a small bush near by. As winter was approaching, it steadily became dark as we made ourselves comfortable. I switched on the dashboard light and observed my female guest. Her face had changed, her breathing rythm altered, her eyes had sharpenend... her slender hands reached out to my lap. She showed all the signs of a nocturnal predator, ready for the final kill. This young woman, who previously introduced herself as an 'innocent' 30 year old, appeared to be nothing less than a sinister, obsessed sex addict, craving for married mature males! 'Do you trust me?', I suddenly asked. 'Huh?' I broke her concentration. 'Do you ...

... trust me?', I repeated, louder. I meanwhile changed my friendly face into the face of a wanted serial killer. She hesitated, startled. Her facial muscles started to shiver, her body leaned back. I observed panic was entering her mind, rapidly intensifying. Her eyes filled with tears... This was the moment I was waiting for! Her game was definately over. I took over. I sensed the severity of the situation. And broke in. My face relaxed, I produced a comforting smile, slowly bent over and touched both her cheeks with my soft and warm hands. 'Don't be scared, my love, don't...'. Gravity meanwhile took care of her tears, they slid down her face slowly. I lifted my bottom and bent over to her juvenile, pretty face. I softly pressed my lips against her silky skin, sucking up her salty tears. At both sides. A sigh, she knew. I confronted her with her vulnerability! With the utterly dangerous game she played. She suddenly realized how lucky she was, to have met me, instead of someone else. 'Thank you...', she whispered. We both leaned back for a moment. 'What a wonderful person you are', she said, breaking the silence. Meanwhile, I felt movement over my upper leg.... inner thigh...my crotch. I accepted, knowing now I saved her from evil, I let her show her gratitude. She hugged me, cuddled up and warmed me with her tiny body. 'I love you, for what you did, for who you are...may I, please?' I gave in, changed roles, let her regain control. She pulled up my shirt, felt my smooth belly ...