We exchanged a few messages and I liked his frankness. I was working from home after an appointment and had the call of the wild and he was able to leave work early to submit to his. Sometime between agreeing a time and meeting we had outlined a scenario where he would follow me in a park in broad daylight, force me against a tree and have me perform oral sex on him.
I’ve never touched anyone I haven’t met or seen previously but my comfort and arousal levels were high enough to convince myself it was a good idea. I even chose the park.
I arrived early to scan a suitable site but the copse of trees I had in mind was surrounded by barriers and tradesmen. I walked to the public toilet and thought I glimpsed someone outside who matched his description, but we agreed if I saw him I’d pretend I hadn’t. I looked quickly away and knew it was him on one level but the little voice in my head said, “Well, how are you going to get out of this if it’s not him?” When I looked again he was gone and I start wondering if my sense of adventure was masking lunacy.
I left and strode with fake confidence along a gravel path; within a minute I heard footsteps crunching behind me. It took every ounce of discipline to not turn and check it was him even although rationally I knew it had to be. I had one of my seemingly regular thoughts that I loathe being so nervous but I’m equally fascinated by how things might turn out.
Too many people were walking dogs and I deviated from the path towards some isolated mature trees. I worried about people seeing I was being pursued by a male across the grass but no one appeared to notice — I’ll save that observation in self protection if I’m ever being pursued in real life. I was close to a tree to the side and started fumbling in my handbag as a ploy for him to grab me when I was vulnerable, however, a landscaping truck drove past at the wrong moment and I had to keep moving.
From behind he texted ‘toilet’ and I looped towards the starting point. He emerged from nowhere when I put my hand on the door and he pushed me inside, sweeping the air from my lungs in surprise at his stealth. I curled into a ball and pushed him back into the door to hold him there until he remembered to turn the bloody latch.
He pushed me against the painted brick wall so I couldn’t see his face and ran one hand up and down my spine as the other held me firm. His hands roamed and I formed the impression his fantasy focused more on submission than aggression — unlike the roleplay with Country Hottie — as he tongued my ear and neck. He scrunched my hair in front of my eyes and placed me on my knees on the dirty concrete floor. He lifted his shirt and I gave myself a silent high-five because his chest was firm and shaved smooth.
He murmured in a mix of English and his native tongue as he dropped his trousers and underpants and guided my head towards his groin. Again, manicured and easy to navigate with my mouth but unsettling that I had views of bodyparts but not the facial features that identify a person (and I was aroused by what I had seen and frustrated because I wanted to be more involved).
He pulled down my pants and forced me on all fours. I saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor and became fearful that he hadn’t read the message saying I had my period and penetration wasn’t on the menu. I squeaked with pain as he tried to enter my arse a few times and he stopped and patted my back gently. I whispered for him to please come in my mouth and he masturbated a few moments and finished where I asked. He turned away as he dressed and told me to stay where I was until he had gone.
When he left, I ran to lock the door and stop a few minutes to regain my composure. Oddly, he sent a message asking if I’d like to join him at a cafe to ‘meet’. I said yes and he already had a cold drink waiting for me because he imagined I would be as overheated as he. Another considerate attacker.
He was an interesting, street-smart verging on world-weary, attractive man. He didn’t tell me until later he’d driven 90 minutes to make the scenario happen as it had been on his mind a while. We talked and he gave me blunt advice on my profile and how to weed out nutters (I ignored some of his wisdom which bodes suitably for the next post) and he offered his services for a threesome or moresome if I desired in the future. We went our respective ways and I returned home a messy-haired, smiling pixie.
It was exhilarating at the time but the next day felt like old memories slipping through my fingers that were never real.