FOR BH

Always looking for a good time, it seemed, she was really just a girl who craved attention and someone who enjoyed being with her. Only her true friends knew she was just like any other woman, a good person who needed and loved and wanted that special someone in her life one day. They were the only ones who would see the real side of her, who would know the why behind her sadness or anger.

It's not always a good idea to let someone see how you feel, especially a stranger. At least, not the reason you have one too many or why you crave a good fight. Sometimes it's easier to be distracted. Sometimes you need to be distracted.

She'd been with her friends earlier, just a night out, unwinding from a long day at work. They'd left her at the table with a guy who'd come in earlier, someone who'd noticed her almost immediately. He was a big man, but not from being overweight, just tall and solid, someone who looked like he could definately take care of himself. He wasn't a shy man, having gone over to the table and said hello to everyone, but it was clear by the way he seemed to look at her that she was the one he wanted.

She was her usual self, not very interested, it seemed, but her friends could tell.
Friends have a way of seeing the truth in things, whether you want to admit it or not. They knew she was very interested in this man, and they took this as a reason to leave them alone.

She politely refused another drink from him, not because she wanted to, but because she wanted to keep her head about her. She knew this man would not just get up and leave her. She already knew, at least for herself, that she wanted to fuck this man. Watching him as he talked, she imagined what it would feel like to have him touch her, to taste her, to be inside her. At one point she realized she hadn't heard what he just said.

She was very wet.

"I'm sorry?"

He smiled at her and placed his hand on hers. "I said, let's get out of here, if you'd like, take a walk."

Before she knew what she was doing, he took her hand and they walked out the door. He still held her hand as they walked down the street, towards the lake and a park nearby. Her heart was racing; she would never admit it to anyone, but she loved this little romantic touch, even if all it was was holding hands. It felt good.

At one in the morning and no moon in the night sky, alone with a stranger she had just met, maybe she should have been a little more cautious. But he'd put her at ease; she felt comfortable with him. He slid his arm around her waist then. They stopped walking and in one fluid movement he pulled her up against him and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, and it nearly took her breath away.

He ended the kiss and looked down at her; he was at least a foot taller than she was.

"You know what I want, don't you.." he asked her, and she could only nod her head. She felt his hands slide down her back and stop just above her ass. He held her against him, and she felt him, hard and big.

"I want to fuck you...I promise I won't hurt you...I just need to feel your cunt surround my cock..." and he took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. She looked down and groaned as her hand gently squeezed him. He was very hard now, and she couldn't wait. She started to unbuckle his belt, and he laughed, took her hand and told her to follow him.

They walked into the park, a small quiet place where people usually came to sit along the lake. The playground was several yards away, and this early in the morning, no one was around. They went over to a bench that faced the water, and he sat down, looking up at her, his hands starting to unbutton her blouse. Suddenly they heard voices, and looking across the water, they saw a couple walking along the lake's edge. He stood up , took her hand and led her away from the bench, towards a small building.

It was the bathrooms, with the cement walls that kept the doorways hidden. He led her around and in front of the men's door, and put his fingers to his lips, waiting to hear if anyone was inside. Satisfied they were alone, he slowly pushed her back against the wall, and kissed her, this time more anxious, his hands finishing what they had started. Opening her blouse, he unhooked her bra, peeling away both lacey cups, her hard nipples exposed to him. She could only watch as his hands cupped both breasts, his thumbs raking across each nipple. She moaned and he did it again, watching her as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the cement wall.

It felt so good to be touched this way. Her hands were splayed against the wall as she felt him teasing her. Suddenly she felt warmth and wet on her left nipple, and looking down she saw that he had gotten on his knees and was sucking her.

"Oh fuck.." she moaned, and her hands came up to hold his head against her. His tongue was flicking back and forth, then he would suck and moan on her, making her whimper, pulling off the one and taking the other into his mouth, doing the same thing to her again. She couldn't help but cry out, and feeling his hand travel up her thigh as he sucked her, she whispered "yesss," spreading her legs for him.

His tongue still licking, he slid his hand under her skirt, found her wet through her panties, and rubbed against them, making her moan. She gasped as his fingers slid underneath the edge, went further and found her clit. He took it between a finger and his thumb, and she almost screamed when he started to rub it between the two. He pulled off of her nipple as he still held her clit, and as she started to rock back and forth against his hand, he marvelled at how wet she was.

Suddenly she felt him tugging...pulling her panties. There was a ripping sound and she felt them fall away from her skin. He pushed her skirt up and she cried out when his tongue flicked across her clit. Looking down all she saw was the top of his head. His face was buried between her thighs, and she arched her back as she pushed her pussy against his face. His hands held onto her ass as he tasted her, and he moaned when he heard her whisper that she was close.

His hands pulled her closer, his mouth greedy to taste more, and soon she was cumming, her moans filling that corner they were in. He drank, her cum flowing onto his tongue, noisily taking her, wanting every drop she gave him.

She stood pinned up against the wall, his face still between her legs, his tongue lapping up her juices like a thirsty animal. She couldn't move very much, just stand there, starting to shake, her body feeling the aftershocks of her cum.

Suddenly the voices they heard were closer, and he stood up, her cum on his face. He grabbed her under each thigh, and when she looked up at him, he whispered for her to put her arms around his neck. She slid them up and over, and he pulled her legs up, one on each side of his waist, making a silent "shhhhhh" with his mouth and entered her as he pushed her against the wall.

It took everything she had to not scream. He was very hard and very big. As he entered her cunt, he had to fight to keep from moaning too loud. She was tight, wrapping around his cock greedily, and as he pushed into her all the way, she wrapped her legs around him, biting her lip as she took him deep. He was buried completely when he held her against the wall, not moving, pinning her with his cock. The voices were directly on the other side of where he was taking her, and he started fucking her, knowing he was making it difficult for her not to cry out; he was also having trouble...she felt so good on him, so wet and hungry.

His mouth on her ear, he whispered to her with every thrust.

"You're a great fuck, baby...such a hungry little cunt..."

All she could do was hold onto him. His thrusts were strong and deep, making her his...when he thrust so hard his cock hit her cunt wall, she whimpered, and he would shush her as he thrust again. He loved the way she clenched him with her pussy, and he knew if she kept doing that he would cum soon. He wanted to enjoy her as much as possible.

The voices on the other side were slowly driftng away, and he slowed his strokes, feeling her hold onto him tighten. She whispered "no" to him but he wouldn't go any faster, just a steady rythm in and out of her. He heard her beg him to take her again, to fuck her harder, deeper. He wanted to make her wait, but she was so greedy with that cunt, so hungry, and he couldn't help it.

He thrust into her as he pushed her against the wall, pumping her faster, until he was fucking her the way she wanted. She was moaning with each stroke, and neither cared anymore who heard them. He felt her get tighter, and knew she was going to cum for him.

"Beautifulcuntbabyohfuckyessogood....."

He was merciless, now. No holding back, he slammed her up against the wall as his big dick took her, not meaning to be so rough, but he couldn't help himself. She was enjoying every thrust, every deep stroke he gave her. She couldn't stop the sounds she made as he did this to her, and he was becoming just as loud as she was, his cock growing, his cum ready, soon.

Now they were in a perfect rythm, and when her orgasm hit her, it was full force and very hard. He was the only one holding her up, and as she exploded on him, he felt himself giving in. He finally surrendered to it, and when she felt him warm and wet inside her, she welcomed it.

He held her against the wall as he caught his breath, her legs locked around him and her hands on his chest, now. They were both shaking, and he kissed her cheek, asking her if she was okay.

"Mmmhhmmm" was all she could get out, and he carefully helped her step down to the ground, on legs so weak she needed help standing. He laughed and told her his weren't much better, then leaned with her against the wall as they both came down from that incredible ride.

His hands brushed her long hair back and she rested her head on his chest. He talked her into going over to the bench by the water, where they could rest a bit longer. He helped her walk with him, the two of them still shaking, and she mentioned how he had ripped off her panties. He just smiled at her, had her lay on the bench, and stroked her hair as she lay her head in his lap.

Before she dozed off, she kept telling herself that this was just for the fun of it. She needed it just as much as he did.

But it felt so good like this, too...