And as if he owned me.
Fuck that.
I would get away from him and when I did, I’d call the police. Only every time I moved, the friction built to a level that I was panting.
And my pussy was throbbing.
The fact he’d managed to give me a wedgie was just about the worst thing of all. While the pain was brutal, so much so I was blinking back tears, they were also from embarrassment.
Especially because I was aroused by what he was doing. This was insane, so much so I kicked out like some kid. Our bodies were so slippery, I almost slipped off his lap, but he was also a contortionist, managing to swing his leg over both of mine.
Just as a vehicle passed by. I tried to scream but the sound was muffled.
“They’ll call the police,” I yelled.
“I doubt it since the driver gave me the thumbs up.”
“Oh, you horrible man.”
“Why, yes, I am. Thank you for noticing.”
What in the hell did this fool think he was doing? I was mortified, heat crisscrossing my face as the spanking continued.
And the ache in my pussy only continued to grow until I was panting from desire and not pain.
Yet the moment he took a break, I was able to kick out enough to break the hold, pitching my body off and scrambling to my feet. At the same time, I lunged for the hose just as he was fighting to move to a standing position.
Although he almost managed to yank the hose from my hand, I reacted quickly, able to wrap the pliable plastic around both arms and his chest, kicking out and connecting my knee against his groin.
His eyes flew open wide and for a few seconds, all he could do was gasp.
“Oops,” I said in a sarcastic way while dropping a single foot to the ground. With a series of twists of the hose, I finally yanked.
Silly me didn’t calculate the wet turf beneath my feet and how slippery it could be. I did only when I felt my feet dancing across the surface as if on ice.
And I fell flat on my back.
Only I didn’t fall on my own. Of course not. I still had my hand firmly wrapped around the hose like a leash and the centrifugal force took him right along with me. The savage thud knocked the air out of me, but when his body collapsed on top, a strangled moan as if in the throes of passion was driven from my lungs.
He landed with his leg between mine, his groin resting on my thigh and in a flash of understanding, I realized the stranger’s cock was not only rock hard, it was also throbbing.
Somehow our wrestling match had managed to turn him on.
If that wasn’t bad enough, my nipples were tiny pebbles poking through the extra thin layer of material. To add insult to injury, the white shirt was soaked with water. If he was paying any attention, I’d just managed to give him my version of a wet tee shirt contest.
Involuntarily, he pushed up from the ground at that very moment, following my line of sight. With his nostrils flaring, his eyes fell straight to my chest. I’d be damned if the bastard didn’t lick his lips.
I was ready to punch him when something very odd happened. He shifted his body weight as if worried that he would crush me. Once again, he peered down directly into my eyes. With the angle of the sun, the exact color of his eyes was masked, but they shimmered as if completely iridescent.
I was shocked how intense they were, how incredibly beautiful. Maybe I was looking directly into the man’s soul. The scent of sandalwood and citrus assaulted my senses, the fragrance so provocative that I was blown away and unable to breathe without moaning.
Everything around us seemed to fade. As if no one and nothing else existed. I certainly wasn’t one to believe in fairytales and princes.
Frogs, maybe.
However, when he lowered his head by a couple of inches, every part of me tingled with extreme excitement.
A slight smile crossed his face and in the next few seconds, the stranger who’d dared run over my precious flowers, who’d acted as if what he’d done was no big deal, and the same guy who’d already gotten a rise out of me, did the unthinkable.
