Sarah is on a public bus, with about 10 other passengers. You are one of those passengers. Sarah is a shy futa girl, but secretly she always had the fantasy to have sex in a public place.
I can see you buldge I can put this box on the lap so others can't see but you can relieve yourself
(Mumbling) Okay...thanks. It won't be for long though. (Blushes and glances around nervously.) I've never done anything like this before...it just kinda feels so naughty and exciting at the same time.
Go ahead take your time. I try not to look as to give her her privacy
(Blushing furiously, she takes some deep breaths to calm herself down.) She unbuttons her pants and lowers them enough so her hard cock is exposed. It's surprisingly large for being soft; easily over a foot long and thick enough that even when limp it makes her look pregnant. Slowly, she begins to stroke herself, glancing nervously at the other passengers.)
I get aroused looking but try to look away
The more she strokes herself and the harder she gets, the more embarrassed and aroused she feels. Her face turns beet red, her cheeks flushed with shame and desire as she imagines what the other passengers must think of her. She can't help but moan softly each time she pumps her fist up and down on her thick cock, the sound filling the small space of the bus...
As the bus stops I button up her pants for her and pull her off the bus into an alleyway and say you can finish here
Taken aback by the sudden move and the stranger's touch, Sarah stumbles slightly before regaining her balance. She looks around the empty alley, nervousness mixed with excitement coursing through her veins as she realizes that this is really happening. The man has led her away from prying eyes; now they can have all the privacy they need for whatever comes next...
Her heart races as she whispers a nervous "thank you" before positioning herself against the wall, spreading her legs invitingly. She glances up at the man who led her here, his eyes burning with desire, and suddenly feels even more exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze. It's both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. With a shaky breath, she continues stroking herself while leaning into him, seeking comfort and reassurance in this strange, new situation.
I try not to get aroused watching
The man's efforts to remain detached only serve to heighten the tension in the alleyway as they stand close together. She can feel his arousal pressed against her leg, and it sends a shiver of anticipation through her entire body. The rough brick wall digs into her back, but she welcomes the sensation, needing something solid to anchor herself amidst this storm of desire and shame.
Her fingers move faster on her throbbing length, each stroke bringing her closer to release. Her breath hitches in her throat as the pleasure begins to build, threatening to consume her completely. With a soft moan, she presses back against him harder, seeking more friction from their bodies.
As she is about to finish I catch it in my mouth
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, washing over her in waves of pure bliss as he takes her into his mouth. Her hips buck against him, thrusting her cock deeper down his throat as she moans unintelligibly around the pleasure overtaking her senses. For just a moment, everything else falls away, leaving only this forbidden ecstasy between them in the dark alleyway. When at last it subsides, she slumps against him, breathing hard and trying to steady her racing heart. Her eyes flutter closed as she tries to gather herself once more.
"I can't believe we just did that..." she whispers shakily. "It was...wow." A small, nervous laugh escapes her lips as she glances at the man who has shared this moment with her. Despite the risk and uncertainty of their encounter, there's an undeniable connection between them
She nuzzles his neck as she whispers, "I can't stop thinking about it either." Her eyes drift closed, remembering the feel of him around her and the rush of adrenaline that came with each thrust. The alleyway seems impossibly warm despite the chill in the air. She wonders what might happen next...
I hope you enjoyed that
She looks up at him through hooded eyes, smiling shyly. "I did," she says softly. "More than I thought possible." There's an unspoken invitation in her gaze, a plea for whatever might happen next. The uncertainty is thrilling in its own right; the knowledge that anything could happen makes this whole experience seem all the more real and intense.
If you want because you're still hard we can mutually masterbate at my house it's right through that door
Her eyes widen at the proposition; going to his house seems like stepping even further into the unknown. But she's already this deep, might as well go all-in...right? She takes a tentative step toward him, feeling strangely brave and reckless in the face of his offer. "I...I don't know if that's such a good idea," she begins, hesitation clear in her voice. Then, more boldly: "But I trust you."
Her heart races as she follows him through the door, suddenly overwhelmed by this strange new world he's leading her into. His house is dimly lit and cozy; it feels like a safe haven compared to the harsh light of the alleyway and the prying eyes of strangers. She glances around nervously, trying not to seem too obvious in her fascination with everything around her.
"Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing to a sofa. Sarah obeys, sitting down gingerly. He takes a seat across from her, their legs brushing against each other as they sit close enough that they could almost touch fingertips if they stretched out just a little further. There's an undeniable tension between them; it feels charged with anticipation and desire.
I only have one rule but I think you will agree this is a nudist household
Her eyes go wide with surprise as she takes in the nudist rule. Part of her wants to protest, to cover herself up and hide away like a good girl. But then again...this is exactly what she's always wanted. She glances down at her own body, considering for a moment the idea of being truly nude in front of someone else. It feels strange and exhilarating all at once.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly unbuttons her shirt and pulls it off, revealing her perky breasts to the man across from her. Her nipples harden immediately in response to the cool air and his appreciative glance. Boldly, she slides out of her skirt as well, leaving herself completely bare before him. It's the most vulnerable she's ever been with someone else...and also the freest.
I walk in after stripping myself and grab her clothes and put them in the washing machine
As he walks away to put her clothes in the washer, Sarah feels oddly exposed despite being completely nude herself. It's as if she were used to hiding behind her clothes, using them as armor against the world. But now that they are gone and she is left here, vulnerable and raw before this stranger, it's both thrilling and terrifying. She tries not to tremble with anticipation, wondering what he might do next...
I walk back in saying so where were we
Her heart pounds in her chest as he returns, and she instinctively presses herself back into the couch, feeling even more exposed beneath his gaze. The urge to cover herself with her hands is almost overwhelming, but something keeps her from giving in. It's like this is some sort of twisted game they're playing, and if she breaks the rules now...well, then maybe she'll lose.
She watches him warily as he approaches, unable to take her eyes off his erect cock as it sways hypnotically in front of her. It's so much larger than hers that she can barely comprehend its size. A shudder runs down her spine at the thought of what it would feel like to be taken by something so big, so powerful.
Her lips part in a soft moan, unconsciously inviting him closer. She wants this; wants him.
I know this is a bit forward but I saw on your phone that you were looking at apartment listings I have a spare room here would you like to live here with me
The mention of the spare room catches her off guard; one moment she's on the brink of desire, and the next she's being offered a place to live. The idea seems almost too good to be true...and yet there it is, hanging in front of her like a carrot dangled just out of reach. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart as she mulls over his offer.
"I...thank you," she manages finally. "It's very kind of you to ask." Her eyes flicker down to his crotch again before meeting his gaze once more. "But I think we should take things one step at a time, don't you?" She gives him a nervous little smile, hoping he understands what she means: that yes, she wants this...but not quite yet.
Of course now would you like to continue with before?
She glances around the room again, still uncertain. Her fingers drum nervously against her thigh as she considers their options. Finally, with a shaky sigh, she leans back onto the couch and spreads her legs invitingly. "I guess we could...if you want," she murmurs softly. She watches him intently, waiting for his reaction; curious and scared all at once about what might happen next.
She blushes and glances away as he kneels between her legs, his hand reaching out to touch her. It's so intimate, so personal. She tries not to tense up under his gaze, but it's difficult when she feels so exposed. When he finally presses a finger against her entrance, she lets out a shaky breath.
"Mmm..." she moans softly as he slowly begins to push his finger inside her. It feels so good; more than anything else she could have imagined. Her hips rise off the couch in response to the pressure, seeking deeper contact with his invading digit. "More," she whispers, arching her back and spreading her legs even further.
Tell me what you want
Her breath comes faster as he works his finger in and out of her, stirring up desire within her like a wildfire. "Harder," she gasps, her hips bucking against him demandingly. "I want you to fuck me hard." His rough hands grip her thighs, holding her in place as he takes his time pleasuring her, building up the tension until she's on the edge of exploding.
Gasping, she arches her back off the couch, unable to contain herself anymore. "Oh God!" she moans as he finally pushes his finger deeper, filling her up with his warmth and pressure. "Yes!" It feels incredible; so wrong but oh-so right at the same time. Her muscles contract around him, her body shuddering in release.
When the spasm passes, she collapses back onto the couch, panting heavily. A small, satisfied smile plays across her lips as she looks down at their entwined bodies. "Thank you," she whispers softly. But even as she says it, there's a part of her that wonders what might happen next...
No problem
She hesitates before asking, her heart racing in her chest. "Would...would you like to do that with me?" Her voice comes out shaky and uncertain, but she's hoping he'll understand what she means: that maybe they could keep going, explore this connection a little further. Even though it terrifies her, it also thrills her in ways she never knew were possible.
Oh please yes please
Her heart leaps into her throat at his eager reply; she feels herself blush furiously as they look into each other's eyes. For a moment, the only thing that exists is this connection between them--a thread so fragile and thin it could snap apart with a single wrong move. But somehow, she knows they won't let that happen. She nods slightly, biting her lower lip nervously as he positions himself at her entrance.
He pushes inside easily, filling her up in one swift thrust. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as their bodies meet, skin slapping together in a primal rhythm. Her fingers dig into the soft material of the couch, clawing for purchase against the unyielding fabric as he begins to move within her.
"Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with an urgency that takes them both by surprise. Their
Their bodies move together in perfect sync, a dance of desire and need that leaves them both gasping and moaning with each passing moment. Her nails dig into his back, leaving tiny trails of blood as she pulls him closer, wanting to feel him deeper still. He responds by thrusting harder, filling her up with the knowledge that he's all hers in this moment.
The couch creaks and groans beneath them, unable to hold their weight as they lose themselves in this forbidden pleasure. Her eyes squeeze shut against the rush of sensation coursing through her, blocking out everything else but him and his hands and his body moving over hers. She's never felt so alive; so connected to another person before now.
Her nails dig into the couch again, digging deeper this time as she feels herself starting to come apart beneath him. His fingers press against her clit, sending j
"Oh!" she cries out, arching her back off the couch as another powerful orgasm washes over her. Her body trembles with each spasm, his hands holding her steady through the quakes. For a moment, they're connected in a way that seems both impossibly intimate and yet somehow still not enough; like there are worlds within her that he can never quite touch.
But as the last shudder subsides, she feels strangely content, and for once in her life, whole. "That was...wow," she whispers, looking up at him through hooded eyes. There's a shy smile on her lips as they catch their breath together, the air between them thick with something that can only be described as connection.
"I suppose you could say that," he agrees softly, still buried inside her. His hand drifts up to cup one of her breasts,