Strangers in the Night

The night was unusually quiet for this city.

Working as a London escort I often had late

nights and was used to walking home alone, but

there was something strange about tonight; no

groups of drunks stumbling about as usual, no

tramps mumbling as I walked past. There was no

traffic, and the only sound I could hear was the

click of my high heeled shoes on the pavement.

Something about the atmosphere had me on edge;

the client I had seen earier was nice but dull -

nothing creepy that would have left me feeling

unsettled. But now, goosebumps rose on my skin

and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on
end. I quickened my pace to match my speeding

heart beat; only 10 minutes back to my flat.

Keeping my head up I tried to look confident,

but then a shadow a few feet ahead startled me.

A dark figure emerged from an alley, and I

instinctively grasped my bag tighter. I had £200

cash in there - if this guy was a mugger, he was

going to have a fight on his hands. Eyes, face,
chest, balls. That's the order I had been taught

to punch. Or maybe I should just reach for my

rape alarm now...

"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you",

a warm deep voice apologised. The man was

obviously American, but I still couldn't make

out the features of his face in the shadows. I

realised that in fear I had rooted myself to the

spot and probably looked like a rabbit caught in
the headlights. I quickly composed myself and

tried to look the opposite of scared.

"No worries" I told him, and began to walk again

with my head held high.

"I'm really sorry to bother you, and I know you

probably are wanting to get on your way, but do

you know the way to the Dorchester? I'm kinda

new around here and think I'm a bit lost."

I was about to shake my head in response when

the man stepped into the light. He was one of

the sexiest men I'd ever seen. Smouldering grey

eyes with crinkles at the edges, a strong square

jaw and a winning smile that was so entrancing

that it must seal all his business deals. He

wore a long tailored coat over an open necked

shirt and pin stripe trousers. This guy wasn't a
tramp or a rapist.

I stopped in my tracks again, and even though I

knew the exact route to the Dorchester, I

couldn't make myself speak. I just stared into

his eyes, my heart beating fast and the hairs on

my neck now raised for a different reason. I

registered that my knickers were slightly wet,
and my clitoris was practically throbbing for
him. Could he hear my breathing quicken? Could
he feel the heat coming from my body?

No more words were spoken between us. I took a

step towards him and he simultaneously bent his

head down to catch me in a kiss. It was fast and

furious, pressing our lips together with such

force that it was almost painful. He pushed me

up against the wall and started to feel inside

my coat with eager hands; I moved my hands to

his buttocks and yanked his pelvis towards me.

His erection strained against his trousers and
he groaned with pleasure and impatience. I took
his hand to lead him around the corner into the
alley, just in case anyone passed.

As soon as we were safely in the shadows, there

was a fumble of hands as he fought to pull up my

dress and I tried to undo his belt. We stopped

momentarily to kiss again, and meanwhile he
finished both jobs with his one free hand. He

slid his fingers in between my legs to feel how

wet I was, and exhaled heavily when the juice

covered his finger tip. He rubbed my pussy

gently, then pushed his finger up inside. He

took a step back so he could look at me and

licked the finger that had just been inside me.

Taking both of my wrists with his hands, he held

them above my head and pinned them to the wall

there with just one of his hands. My body was

squirming, desperate to have him immediately. My

legs were already wide open and my hips tilted

towards him. With his free hand he took hold of

his cock, rubbed it up and down once then guided
it into my pussy. This time it was me who let a

groan escape - it felt so good to have him

filling me up. He thrusted aggressively into me,

hard and fast. We must have only been fucking

for two minutes, but I was completely exhausted.

My legs were shaking from the combination of
muscle strain and desire, my skin was damp from

sweat. When he felt me getting close, he let

himself come with a stifled roar.

Afterwards, we stood there panting for a minute.
Then we both straightened our clothes and hair,
buttoning up our coats. We stepped out into the street light together.

"The Dorchester's that way" I said, pointing

down the road. I was very familiar with the

place from working as a London escort. He gave

me a swift nod and a wink in thanks, and we

parted ways.