An al fresco data can turn a good girl bad.
The grass tickled Annabelle’s face as she crouched, barely breathing for fear of making a sound. This date was turning out to be very strange and almost a little dangerous. Annabelle wasn’t sure if she trusted this man or not. Having only met someone once in a crowded bar did not make her an expert. Oh, but he was stunning. Those intense blue eyes made Annabelle moist from the first time she’d gazed into them. She told herself not to get carried away, that now would be the perfect moment to leave all this behind and run to the safety of the public footpath. But that wasn’t adventurous or sexy.
Seeing nothing but the long blades of grass surrounding her, Annabelle decided to sit down. The thought that he was out there looking for her, wanting to catch her and do god knows what to her was such a turn on. Maybe she was out of her depth; maybe this dark haired stranger with a scar stretched from his right ear down to the corner of his mouth wasn’t someone she should be waiting for in a field of tall grass where no one could find her. But the thought still made her wet.
She made herself comfortable by fanning her long blonde hair out behind her and slipping her knickers off from under her flower-patterned skirt. The voices of her friends came flooding back, warning her that he was no good and he was a nasty bastard. She closed her eyes and let her fingers wander down to her crotch. If only they knew they were actually encouraging her rather than deterring her with their words.
She heard a rustle not far away and felt her heart race and her clit throb. Annabelle the good girl, Annabelle the nice girl. She hoped he would find her soon and fuck her hard. She started to circle her clit, letting the wetness from her c**t coat her swollen mound. She didn’t want to come, not yet, but the urge to use her other hand to press her finger up inside her was too great. Still stroking her clit and riding her finger she was unaware of the tall figure that loomed behind her, watching her. The sudden shock of a strong hand across her eyes and the pressure of a body on top of her sent a rush of fear and excitement through Annabelle. Both her arms were now held above her head by the very hand that was covering her face only seconds ago.
“Who said you could fucking start without me?”
“I’m sorry,” Annabelle replied with a shaky voice, her eyes still closed. She could feel his hard member grinding into the top of her thigh. She felt the rough material of his jeans as he pressed down on her fragile frame. Annabelle could hear him fiddling with his belt and flies, frantically pulling at them to free his cock.
“Do you want it?” he said in a low whisper, heavy with self-control. “Do you?”
“Yes!” Annabelle breathed.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“Yes,” she almost shouted. As her chest rose and fell with anticipation Annabelle could hear the smirk in his voice. The control he had over her was fierce; it took all her strength not to beg him to stab her with his cock. She wanted him inside her so much she could feel the muscles in her vagina pulsating with his every move.
“Don’t you dare open your fucking eyes,” he said as he freed both his hands to roughly shove a condom on. Just as Annabelle thought he was going to fill her she felt his fingers on her clit roughly massaging her, dipping his tips into her wet pussy as she groaned. Annabelle started to uncontrollably thrust her hips towards him in a vain effort to satisfy her craving. He began to laugh, coarsely and vindictively.
He went back to holding Annabelle by her wrists. A sudden silence enveloped them and all Annabelle could her was her own ragged breathing ringing in her ears. The atmosphere was heavy with lust and the slight pause heightened Annabelle’s senses and held her in suspense. Just as she thought she would burst he expertly forced his cock deep inside her causing her to gasp loudly. With his right hand he covered her eyes again while holding her arms above her head with the other, letting her take his full body weight. He bit her lips, dug his tongue into her mouth and kept fucking her.
Annabelle could hardly breathe but the rapture was coursing through her body like a bolt of electricity working her up into a mad frenzy. He took her hard nipple in his mouth, biting down, licking, grunting as he ate. He moved to her left breast attacking it with his mouth like he did the other, only this time he sucked so hard Annabelle thought she would have to scream at him to stop but she knew she wouldn’t. She knew that this had to carry on until it was finished, until she felt fulfilled and he had had his way with her.
The thrashing was bringing her to a climax that never seemed to finish. His pelvis was rubbing her already sensitive clit and with each stroke she could feel herself ready to explode. Thrusting her hips in time with him she could hear herself groaning “oh god, oh god, oh god” and them she came. Her hips lifted off the floor letting him give his last belt before he moaned deeply into Annabelle’s neck. Nothing in the world existed at this moment but Annabelle. Their bodies went limp as Annabelle began to calm down. He had slipped out of her and left as quickly as he had come. She opened her eyes and looked up at the blue sky still with her skirt around her waist, baring all. Annabelle’s such a good girl, she thought and smiled.
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The thought that he was out there looking for her, wanting to catch her and do god knows what to her was such a turn on.
