I was feeling so horny I couldn’t think straight. The reason being I’d watched a film last night that almost copied a scenario I’d had many years ago with a guy who wouldn’t let go. As I checked my watch again, it confirmed it was almost lunch time, so I’d survived the morning, but my panties were very moist. I had a residual ache in my fanny, my pert small boobs were extremely sensitive and my nipples were in a lazy erect state; it was going to be a long afternoon! I was out in the afternoon so that would be a distraction from my horniness; or so I thought. It was a warm sunny day and the sleeveless silky coral coloured blouse I was wearing made me feel naked in the light outside breeze; the heat from the sun instantly met my skin as I walked to the car. I had an above the knee blue pencil skirt on, bare legs and some nicely heeled blue mule shoes on. The heat in the sun kissed my face and another twinge fluttered in my groin and additional moisture flushed my pants. They were Brazilian style lacy knickers and my balconette bra matched, giving my boobs a gentle ‘push up’ appearance, I felt sexy. The heat in the car was the last straw; as I got in, the hot black leather seat stimulated my already sensitive fanny on contact through my cotton skirt. It caught my breath and a heat wave rippled through my lower tummy. My nipples pinged into erect little buttons and I was engulfed in the clutches of the hot leather. My car wasn’t visible to anyone, so I hitched up my skirt with a tissue in hand to dry myself before I set off. The tissue was also warm to the touch, and as my fingers lingered as I slowly wiped myself, the warm tissue made my fingers feel unlike my own. I could feel myself through my fingertips, though to my pussy they could have been his. As they ran over my clitoris it spasmed into a erect clit that sent a tingle through my inner core; my head leant back on the headrest, eyes closed, flushed cheeks, soft bite on my lower lip as the sensation set off a chain reaction flowing through every cell in my body. I touched my erect clitoris again and savoured in the reaction my body had, I was wet and my fanny lips felt full and ached. I slid down the seat a little making it easier to touch myself. I followed the contours of my fanny and found my hot wet opening, teasing myself I fingered around the entrance. My body spontaneously moved to invite my fingers in. The tissue was by now discarded and I slowly opened my swollen lips wider with one hand, which felt refreshingly cool to the skin, and pushed two fingers of my other hand deeper inside me. I was so turned-on, and as is often the case, my body was ahead of the game. I explored with those two fingers in nice and deep and felt the folds, softness and wetness as I entered, so hot, my muscles reacting as they entered deeper. My muscles contracted wanting to draw me in even deeper. I held my breath and let the feelings sweep over me, only the biting on my lip keeping me from moaning out loud. I pushed my fingers in and out sensually, finger fucking myself slowly, getting wetter than I thought I could. My mind started to replay the film but soon flicked to my own encounter the film reminded me of. He’d found out where I lived, I’d moved twice to get away from him and his web of control. It was really late and as I went to see who was at the door so late, I recognised his shadow. I asked through the door what he wanted, what was he doing here, he pleaded for me to open the door, he just wanted to talk to me. I opened the door and let him in. He was in quite a state, he was in a rarely seen vulnerable state that took me by surprise. He’d just come from the hospital, he was now a Dad . . . I took a step back, none of this making much sense, so why was he in my house? He walked towards me, put his arms round me and hugged me, apologising as he hugged me harder, almost squashing the air out of me. My body feeling his hands on me, the strength in his arms and firmness of his body, he always kept himself fit and he smelt good too. He must have suddenly realised there was only a thin cotton dressing gown between his hands and my bare skin; he started to lift his head and look at me. Unsure of my feelings I didn’t meet his gaze, but as his hands started to stroke my back, and before I knew it, the back of his knuckles softly brushed over my erect nipples, my legs became weak. He lifted my chin so I had to look at him, and as his eyes bore into me, his mouth met mine. I was reluctant to respond, my head was spinning but my body wanted his touch. He untied my gown belt and it sensually fell to the floor, helped by him sliding it off my shoulders, I stood there naked, exposed and feeling vulnerable myself now. He kept muttering how sorry he was, that he’d been trapped and had made a huge mistake. I knew that and had warned him of her intentions, but at this moment I didn’t care, this would be the last time I could feel him on me, in me and events took over. He brought his fingers back to my pert tits, making me draw my tummy in, and gasp, he lifted my chin again and started to kiss me, quickly becoming hungry in his desire to have me again. His tongue probed deep into my mouth, playing with mine, it was a mouth fucking that made me gush between my legs. I took his hand and led him up the stairs to my bedroom, a softly lit salt lamp offering the only light, a warm glow that created an erotic ambience that made us both take a second, it seemed staged somehow, my mind flicked to the film bedroom scene I watched last night, before being back in the room. I stood there my skin having a sheen in the glow, he was undressing clumsily before me, I quietly laughed as he hopped around trying to remove his trousers, “boots first” I prompted, he sat down and obliged. As he stood up he was naked, the muscular contours of his body were highlighted in the salt lamp glow. His eyes seemed watery, but full of lust and wanting, his manhood was erect and standing proud between us. He came closer and put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes, I didn’t want any more words, I just wanted to be selfish and have sex. I touched his thick dick and he groaned as I stroked and cupped him, he took a step closer pushing me to the edge of the bed, feeling his hard dick pressing against my warm skin. He was laid over me, pinning me by his hips to the bed, he was kissing me deep and lustful, I wrapped my legs around his bum, opening my pussy to feel him against me. The end of his erect dick was rubbing along my pussy, over my clitoris, my wetness over stimulating my senses. He leant on his elbow and ran his hand down my body, circling round my nipples that were wet and erect from his sucking and tweaking, down my toned tummy to my mound, I arched up in anticipation of his touch, he ran his finger over my trimmed and shaven bush, entered between my lips and felt my erect clitoris which sent a tremor through my body as he played with it, he then pushed his fingers into me, stretching me and groaning with approval at my wetness. He moved his body and pushed his swollen dick into me slowly. It seemed to take ages to reach as far as I could take him in, he pushed a bit more, stopping my breath. He drew out and as if he wanted to savour each thrust as if it was the first, slowly penetrated me again, and again, and again. I laid completely at his mercy and being aroused more with each thrust until my body started a slow deep release. He read my body and started to increase his rhythm and as was his style, became very physical with his fucking. His body shook with each penetrating fuck, my orgasm seemed to go on and on, his body so tense, I felt beads of sweat dripping on me. His hands that were under my bum tilting me up into him were now either side of my head as he steadied himself as he fucked me. He had stamina, continuing longer than I had imagined he would. I turned my head and I could smell my scent on his hand, it was close enough for me to lick his thumb. He then lifted his hand so I could suck his thumb, he held his dick deep inside me as I did so, intently staring at what I was doing, sucking and wrapping my tongue round his thumb as if it was his dick. “Fuck that” he muttered, and some how whisked me up and over so I was sat on top of him. He was still inside me, and I started to ride him, strong and hard, I pressed my hands onto his chest and rode him until my whole body erupted making my head feel like it would explode. My fanny throbbed and felt so bruised and swollen from rubbing against him as I rode him hard; I squirted as I came, audibly climaxing; I ran my hands over my body from the fanny up and over my tits, squeezing and rubbing them in slow motion, as I let the tidal wave of sheer pleasure wash over me, leaving me in the wake of it . . .“Finished?” I nodded as speaking was beyond my capabilities, I was melting into his body . . . again he lifted me up, flipped me so he was now behind me, I was on my knees and elbows, my pussy open and pushing back towards him. He grabbed me around my waist and started to fuck me hard, “harder” I encouraged and as if his life depended on it he started to fuck me so hard it was creeping over the border of pleasure and pain into rough territory. His hands were gripping me so tightly, he was banging into me, I could feel his balls hit my swollen lips with each thrust, he fucked and fucked, I was about to start screaming for him to stop when his fuck started to climax, he groaned loudly and paused on full dick, he started to shake and gasp his breath, he held himself in me so deep and just held me there. I couldn’t move, trapped in his grip. When his legs started to soften, I felt my fanny flush and throb as his pressure eased off me, I felt a gush as my trapped-in wetness and his hot come started to leak and trickle down my inner thigh. He slumped over my back and kept muttering, I couldn’t decipher what he was saying, but I wasn’t bothered anyway. He took a deep breath and pulled himself off me and to his feet in one smooth movement. Reality smacked him in the face, and he was gone . . . I opened my eyes, my fingers had lingered inside me longer than I had realised, I had come; I had tightening onto my fingers when I had climaxed as my memory replayed my late night last encounter. I was very wet so I grabbed another tissue and quickly tried to dry myself off. The heat in the car had built up whilst I’d been distracted down Memory Lane, I opened the window as soon as I’d realised just how hot it was. I sorted my wetness and decided I’d be better off removing my wet knickers for the rest of the day, when I heard “hey, I thought you’d left ages ago!” “Oh I had to take a call!” I replied, showing my phone to him through my open window as he unlocked his car two down from mine, “See you tomorrow” and he was gone. Realising how close that had been, I grinned to myself, feeling empowered and proud of my risqué self-pleasing I was in such need for. The afternoon stood a better chance of going well now I’d had my release, but it would be concluded tonight with another sexual encounter when I relay my days horny events to you when you got home. 71ShadesOfGreen