Who was he...or what? - Sex Stories

Who was he...or what?

She was bored. Very bored as a matter of fact. She had been sitting playing WoW for most of the day, it was no about 11 pm, most of the chatrooms very empty for some strange reason and beside of a few horny teenagers pretending to be grown up men there was not much happening online. More problematic was that she was also horny. She had thought about her toys, maybe a shower with just a bit of finger play but it was just not what was on her mind. She needed a real man. And there weren’t any around. She sighed, got up and looked around in her messy little room that was dimly lit by the computer screen. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. “Not bad”, she thought as she gave herself a smile. She was slim, long dyed pitch black hair was falling over her shoulders as she was wearing one of her as she liked to call it “easy access slutty goth schoolgirl outfits” which meant a plaid skirt, stockings and a blouse that could be opened depending on the occasion but never hiding her black lacy bra. Her black painted fingernails were tracing her figure as she added a bit more makeup, thinking about what to do next. But it was pointless. It was a weekday, 11pm, not club would be open and she didn’t feel like going to a bar. “A short walk outside in the cool air might cure me, at least I might get tired and less horny.” And with these thoughts she left her room and went outside. The city was quieter at this time but by far not asl**p yet. Public transport was still in full ...

... operation as she crossed the road to stroll through the little park near her building. She sat down on a park bench overlooking the street and checked the few people that were passing by. It was a warm autumn evening so she didn’t notice that she wasn’t wearing too many clothes for this season. She hadn’t seen him coming, in hindsight she couldn’t even remember how he got there but he was sitting next to her. A man, a businessman in a suit. It was hard to gage his age but she thought he should be in his early 40s. A face with strong but not memorable features. And suddenly she couldn’t help herself. Her urge overcame her, she wasn’t thinking, this was pure instinct as she moved closer and put her hand right onto his leg, towards his inner thigh. He didn’t jump, to her surprise he hardly moved his head and for one brief moment his eyes looked like the red eye effect in a bad photo. “that must have been something else” she thought as he said in a dark and pleasant voice: “Are you sure you can take what you are asking for?” She sniggered slightly, her self-confidence towards men that she had always possessed rising as well as her still unstoppable desire making her act: “Don’t worry, you are not the first nor the tenth guy I’ve been with. I know what I want, I take it and right now I’m willing to take you!” The man raised an eyebrow slightly, and then he said with a small smile around his mouth: “It shall be worth your while! But you were warned!” “Ha”, she thought, “you are not ...