Brief Encounter

Steve lay on his back on the cold concrete and stared at the sky, his face a picture of wide-eyed astonishment. It was happening! It was actually happening! After all the years of frustration, after the days of excited anticipation since he'd decided on this course of action, it was finally happening. His virginity was a thing of the past—he was finally having sex! All he could think about was the warm moist grip around his erection—he had never imagined that it would feel this good! He moaned with pleasure as he tightly gripped the hips of the woman now straddling him and thrust into her over and over, trying to blot out the distracting sounds of her gasping and sobbing. Christ, why couldn't she just shut up?

He looked up at her, and the sight of her breasts jiggling under her blouse was enough to drive him wild. He thought about ripping it open to get a better look, but she was old enough to be his mother and the earlier sight of her lifting up her skirt and pulling down her girdle had almost caused him to lose his hard-on. God knows what her tits would be like. But the temptation was way too much, and he let go of her hips to tear her blouse apart, sending buttons scattering across the concrete. He fumbled about blindly to find where he'd dropped his knife, almost sliced open his index finger in his rush to grab it, then quickly cut her bra open to let her breasts fall loose. She moaned in humiliation as he ran his hands up and down her exposed belly before cupping her breasts and kneading them. His breath rasped in his throat, his heart pounding with the sheer excitement of it all as he ogled her and felt her up, while all the time briskly pumping his hips between her thighs without missing a beat.

He briefly looked her straight in the eye as she glanced down at him and, despite the expression of sheer agony on her face, he couldn't help grinning at her. He'd momentarily felt bad when he'd held the knife against her face, made her remove her underwear and she'd started crying helplessly as she'd knelt above him and, with shaking hands, had tried to guide him inside her. But when he'd seen her exposed genitals and had felt the tip of his penis nuzzle against her, he was right back in the zone and couldn't hold back any longer, dropping the knife, grabbing her hips, pulling her down, pushing himself up and unceremoniously impaling her on him. She'd let rip with a piercing scream—for a few seconds his heart had been in his mouth, but no-one had come running and so he'd relaxed and concentrated enjoying his first experience of intercourse.

And, Jesus, was it ever good! Was she ever good! He hadn't known what to expect, and his heart had sunk slightly when the only woman he'd been able to ambush had been this old baggage, but she'd turned out to be an amazingly tight fit. Did they all feel like that, he wondered, or had he just struck lucky? He'd hoped to make it really last, but all too soon he felt the tingle that told him he was about to finish, and so he dropped his hands back to grip her hips and really began slamming himself against her. As he was finally about to ejaculate, he raised himself from the concrete, almost sitting up, and pushed himself as far into her as possible. His face slackened and his eyes widened as he started to empty himself. He looked at her face as he came, but her expression was such a complete buzz-kill that he dropped his eyes back to her saggy breasts. He was not going to let this whiny old bitch ruin the moment. He cried out—a guttural meaningless series of grunts as he surrendered to the sheer ecstasy of his climax.

He fell back to the ground as the flow abated, exhausted from his efforts and desperately sucking in air. The weight resting on his hips lifted, and he glanced over at her to see what she was doing. The sight of her crying her eyes out while wiping between her legs with tissues suddenly brought home to him just what he'd done. He had to get the hell out of there. Quickly fastening his pants, he got to his feet, stumbling a couple of times as he ran for the stairs.


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Cathy stared fixedly at the far wall of the car park, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to fight the urge to scream. The knife he'd pulled on her was now lying on the concrete floor, but he could reach for it anytime if she made a fuss. Her bare backside and thighs were coming out in goose-bumps due to the evening chill though she was barely aware of it, her mind being focussed on far more distressing sensations.

She'd been getting increasingly self-conscious about her body as she'd aged. Crazy as it was given the circumstances, mixed in with her terror and repulsion, she had felt absurdly embarrassed on pulling down her long-leg Spanx to reveal to this stupid kid the flabby white expanse underneath. Not that he cared—he had been wide-eyed and almost drooling in anticipation and, as she removed her underwear, her backside and thighs had been the last thing he'd been interested in. And now those cellulite-pocked backside and thighs that were the cause of so much embarrassment were juddering rhythmically as she knelt astride him, his manhood filling her, his hands on her hips, their bodies slapping together with an obscene and almost comic sound as he pounded away at her.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she endured his onslaught. Much as she loved her husband, Jeff wasn't particularly well-endowed, whereas this little monster had been extremely fortunate in that regard in all dimensions. When lowering herself onto him, her desperate, tearful attempts to guide his swollen member gently into her had come to naught when, in his impatience, he'd pulled her downwards and brusquely coupled with her with a couple of brutal stabs. Her agonised cry had reverberated around the empty car park, but unfortunately for her no potential rescuer had been within earshot. The initial pain had soon dissipated, but it was with considerable discomfort—not to mention utter horror—that she now accommodated the entirety of his rock-hard phallus fully inside her dry and unwelcoming vagina, and his every brutal thrust caused her to whimper. The feel of his hands running up and down her body, playing with her breasts as he raped her made her sick to the pit of her stomach. If he tried to kiss her, she doubted if she'd be able to stop herself from shrieking for help, knife or no knife. She briefly glanced down at his face as he bucked and writhed underneath her. Christ! He was younger than her own youngest son! He caught her eye and leered at her and she immediately looked away, unable to bear the eye contact.

The minutes crawled past. Several times she almost lost her balance, but she couldn't bring herself to put her hands on the ground to steady herself, as this would have brought her tear-stained face closer to his. But at last the critical moment approached, the two of them bouncing with ever-increasing rapidity as his movements became ever more frantic. Finally he tightened his grip on her hips, pulled her down and pushed his erection as far as possible into her. Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open, her contorted expression betraying both her extreme emotional and physical torment. As his torso reared up from the concrete—his body rigid, his eyes staring, his face a picture of slack-jawed imbecility, a moronic "uh-uh-uh" passing his lips—she closed her eyes to avoid the obscene sight of his 'O-face', her own face crumpling with revulsion as she felt him twitch and pulse inside her, flooding her with an awful warm wetness.

He collapsed back onto the concrete, drained. She immediately tried to struggle to her feet, falling over in her haste to get off him, to get him out of her. As she landed beside him, the grey skirt of her work suit rode up, exposing her legs. She lost it completely as she saw the insides of her thighs glistening in the dull yellow car park lights, crying hysterically as she desperately rummaged in her handbag for tissues to wipe herself clean. Deep down she knew she shouldn't, as his DNA would constitute important evidence, but the sight and feel of her skin slick with his seed was unbearable. After several minutes in which she desperately tried to clean herself she finally looked up, only to find herself now alone in an empty car park.