one second was all it took.
one innocent move and he was hers. well, his body was.
she didn’t know of course, how could she after all, they hadn’t met and he had no intention of telling her.
one second and he went from standing there to being grateful that his coat was long enough to cover his instant erection. it was so simple what she did, one tiny movement, three seconds maybe and all he could see in his mind’s eye was her.
she had dropped her keys you see.
the tall, leggy, redhead in the expensive looking and skintight exercise outfit. the one he could tell she actually used for exercising. he could tell because she had muscles on top of muscles and because the clothing looked just a little worn.
the kind of muscles that came from lots of exercise but not too much heavy lifting. those long and lean and gorgeous muscles that dancers and martial artists got. except this girl clearly also liked her food.
he could tell because she had hips and ass to go with her muscles. this girl had muscles *and* curves.
she dropped her keys.
and just like that she bent over, at the waist, and in one long and fluid movement that could have passed for dancing she just… picked them up.
he swore her pelvic floor winked at him.
he reacted faster than he could imagine, instantly hard and vividly seeing his hardness entering her as she remained bent like that. he had his hands in his pockets and his coat sort of artfully draped before she was even really standing straight again but she never even saw him.
she just walked on and went in to the building next door while her spectacular bottom drew infinity symbols on his libido. he couldn’t believe anyone could have a body that good in real life.
and her curves!
just a smidgen more flesh than she wanted he was sure but oh he wanted to bury his fingers in it and feel her taut muscles through it.
he felt himself grow harder still as she disappeared from view and he turned to the alley between the buildings.
this was insane, it was broad daylight!
nothing could stop him, her round bottom swam before his eyes and he saw her again as she bent at the waist and again he saw himself entering her. feverishly he freed himself from his pants and began to stroke himself, disappointed to feel his own flesh rather than her warm wetness but way too far gone to care.
he could feel the soft firmness of her hips beneath his hands as he pounded himself into her. see himself sliding in and out of her almost to the hilt. practically feel her throbbing around him as each time he withdrew until just the very tip of himself was left to tickle her hole.
he groaned and increased his pace, feeling himself tighten and electricity course through his body. his buttocks tightened and tightened again and he felt himself begin to drip.
he could see her there, bent over at the waist as he shuddered into her, erection somehow growing as her juices soaked him and she gushed down her legs and all over him. he knew he would reach around her and fondle her clitoris.
he would rub it and circle it and slam himself into her repeatedly and he would dip his finger in her honey and use it to stroke her throbbing button as she groaned and pressed herself back into him.
she would cry out and brace herself against the bricks in front of him, her hands reaching for the wall as her bottom pressed back against him, her channel throbbing and milking him.
her sopping wetness would hug his raging hard-on and her wild thrashings as he played with her clit and her slit and occasionally just rubbed against her would triple his already wild arousal. he could feel her as she shook and bucked under him.
he could hear her groan and stop breathing as she came, feel her shudders against him as he lost himself inside her. sense her lust as she felt him start to pump into her. and for once, just to see it, he would pull out.
he would pull out and stroke his engorged penis just like he was right now and stroke and stroke until he couldn’t hold it another second and then he would spurt and spurt all over her heaving buttocks and her winking pelvic floor and he would smear his seed all over her just like he was spraying it onto the bricks he was staring at right now.
dazed he gathered himself and repaired his wardrobe, stunned to realise what he had just done a hundred feet from a frantic street in the middle of a september afternoon.
