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Laurie sighed as she made her way down the length of pavement, internally cursing herself for giving into the temptation of Annie and Lynda's constant pleading. Her legs felt cold, gooseflesh breaking out over the expanse of her exposed thighs, the short white ankle socks doing nothing to cover any of the skin that her short mini skirt revealed. It was a hideous thing, in her opinion. A light, summery yellow with white embroidered flowers and ivy along the bottom, the length only reaching to about her mid thigh. She felt extremely uncomfortable, especially since she'd brushed off the idea of wearing any shorts underneath.
For the entirety of the summer, Annie and Lynda had been telling her about the 'hottest new trend' of wearing skirts that, in her opinion, looked to be at least four sizes too small, he fabric thin and breezy, only reaching their upper thighs. Laurie thought it looked ridiculous, yet here she was, wearing one of them. She tugged the material along her thighs, hoping to hide some of the expanse of her skin. She'd felt uncomfortable enough walking to school wearing it, the back of her neck had prickled with unease constantly, yet when she turned around, nobody was there. She knew who it had been, though. Her "creepy ass stalker", as Annie liked to call him.
The man in the white mask had been following her for around a year, much to her annoyance. He'd never come close enough to engage with her, only watching her from a safe distance behind the neatly trimmed hedges of her lane before disappearing into the evening, only to reappear the next morning to watch her walk to school. Honestly, Laurie didn't know what pissed her off more, the fact he followed her every movement or the fact he'd never bothered to try and strike up conversation with her in the time he'd been following her. She'd come to the conclusion that the paranoia had driven her slightly mad, possibly knocking a few screws loose in the process. He scared her, there was no doubt about it. The white mask he always seemed to wear was unsettling in itself, never mind when worn by a man who seemed to stand at above six feet tall. Yet, something drew her to him. That's how she found herself in her current situation.
Walking home from school, clutching her shoulder bag tightly, she glanced off to the side, catching a glimpse of her silent stalker from the corner of her eye. His imposing shape half hidden behind a nearby hedge, as it usually was when she tried to sneak a glance his way. At least she knew he was following her. Taking in a deep breath, Laurie changed her direction, turning right instead of walking straight on, her brown loafers squeaking slightly with each hurried step. The wind had been picking up, causing gooseflesh to caress her bare legs, threatening to blow up her skirt if she didn't get a move on. Hurrying down the street, Laurie paid no mind to how uncomfortable she must look to anybody passing her by, her body tense as she slowed down slightly, sneaking another glance behind her. Gasping, she realized as she'd been walking, the man had seemingly gotten closer to her, now standing merely a few feet away from where she herself stood. Quickly, she shook herself out and continued on her way to her destination, gripping her bag closer to her chest. "Where am I even going?" she muttered, "I'm leading my creepy stalker out of town, it's like you want to get murdered, Strode!" she internally slapped herself, groaning and pulling the short skirt down over her thighs more.
Eventually, she reached her intended destination, a small pathway through the nearby woods. Following the rocky path would lead her to a small shack she and Annie had recently finished working on. It was supposed to be a quiet place the three girls could hang out to avoid family and life for a while, but they hadn't used it much recently, busy with their end of school exams. Well, Laurie was busy with her exams, Annie and Lynda were busy with their lovey-dovey cheesy boyfriends Paul and Bob. Whatever, she had an idea for a better use it could serve right about now. Unlatching the door quietly, she leant against the oak door, waiting for the familiar breathing to grow closer, before swiftly ducking inside the shack and closing the door behind her. Carefully, she pressed her ear against the wood, listening intently over the sounds of the surrounding forest. Underneath the twittering of the birds and the hum of nearby crickets, she heard the unmistakable sound of heavy, muffled breathing. He was waiting for her to open the door.
Inhaling deeply, she lifted the latch on the door, swinging the heavy wooden door open. The first thing Laurie noticed about the man was his height, he had to be at least six foot five, his tall figure dwarfing her in his shadow. Suddenly, she felt even more exposed. "Hello," she muttered, her breath catching in her throat, "can I help you?" Before she had time to recollect her thoughts, she was pressed tightly against the now closed door, the man's arms caging her against the solid wood. She'd suddenly forgotten how to breathe. Still, despite their position, the man did not speak, the black holes in his mask hiding his eyes well enough that Laurie could only guess what they looked like. She couldn't look away, even as his face grew closer to hers, her eyes never left his.
She finally snapped out of her daze when cold, latex lips pressed against her own, the smooth material felt strange and foreign against her mouth. Still, she'd asked for this, so she moved her hands from her sides, pressing her palms against his broad chest. Carefully, he moved his hands from her shoulders down to her chest, tugging at the sheer material of her blouse roughly until Laurie pulled away and looked down at his hands. "Oh," she whispered, still shocked from the sudden kiss, "Oh! right." She yanked the shirt off her body, shivering when her bare breasts were exposed to the cool air, her nipples hardening under his intense gaze.
His warmth moved from her belly to her chest, as one of his large, calloused hands palmed her tit roughly, rubbing over her sensitive nipple slow enough to make her gasp for air. His rough fingertips felt heavenly against her heated skin, and she slowly melted into his possessive embrace, resting her cheek against his blue overalls as his hand worked over her soft breast. Between her moans, she managed to lift her head, meeting his gaze, "Tell me," she whispered, "Tell me your name. Please." Her partner paused momentarily, before reaching his free hand up to rub across her soft belly, occasionally pinching the pale flesh.
He shook his head and returned to his previous actions, rubbing his palm over her hard nipple, causing the girl below him to gasp out, a sudden jolt of arousal worked it's way between her thighs, causing her legs to buckle underneath her. Carefully, the unknown man turned Laurie around in his arms so that she was facing the door, her back pressed tightly against his heaving chest. He unzipped his blue overalls, leaving the long sleeves to dangle by his hips as his hands started rubbing their way up her thighs, caressing and massaging the pale skin until two of his fingers rubbed to and fro along her covered pussy. Laurie gasped, balling her hands into fists against the door, leaning her head back against his shoulder. Her stalker's fingers moved her soft panties aside, his digits finally teasing and exploring the warm wetness between her thighs, causing her to moan lewdly, covering her mouth with her hand. He seemed to grow frustrated by her actions, forcefully pulling her fist from her lips and pressing two of his own fingers deep into her mouth. She choked slightly, running her tongue along his rough fingers, whining against the forced intrusion.
His fingers worked quickly, finding the sensitive button at the front of her soaked pussy, running the pads of his fingers over and around the bud, grunting contently when she bit his fingers out of shock, whimpering deep in her throat. The heel of his hand ground roughly into her cunt, making her cry out around him. Her moans were muffled, but he made them out easily, leaning into her hand when she reached behind her to hold the back of his neck. Growing tired of the perspiration on his face, the man pulled back and slowly slipped off his white mask. Laurie stared up at him from over her shoulder through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks dyed a bright pink. He was somehow more imposing without the disguise of his mask. Long, unruly blonde hair fell over his eyes, stubble grazing against her neck and blue eyes staring at her with so much carnal hunger behind them, it made her shiver with anticipation.
Quickly, the shiver turned from anticipation to pleasure as his fingers pressed deeper into her cunt, the rough, calloused pads of his digits brushing up against and caressing her velvety walls. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, gasps and whimpers of bliss fell from her mouth like water as she listened to the lewd noises his fingers made with each deep thrust into her tight heat.
Suddenly, Laurie felt her partner's fingers leave her, the heat of his hand resting against her hip as the other reached to yank the rest of his clothing off, exposing himself to the woman in front of him. The first thing she noticed about it was the size, he had to be at least over seven inches. Her mind was racing at a million miles per hour, a deep flush blossoming over her cheeks as the silent man ran a large hand over his heated flesh, the pale skin glistening with his precum.
Laurie gasped, her eyes falling shut as she felt him tease her soaked cunt with the head of his cock, pressing into her before pulling away. She dug her nails into the nape of his neck, her frustration at the man's reluctance to fuck her growing with each teasing swipe of his heat against the wetness between her thighs.
"Are you going to fuck me or not?" She asked, her voice laced with desire and desperation, the tone making her silent pursuer chuckle deep in his chest. She shivered at the deep vibrations it sent through her back, the noise going straight to her womanhood.
Her eyes flew open when she felt the man suddenly start pressing inside of her, his thick length knocking the wind out of her the deeper inside her it penetrated. She moaned when the man forced his digits in-between her lips once more, the tips running over and caressing her tongue. Meanwhile his free hand gripped her waist, pulling her hips back against his own until his chest rested flat against her back once more, rising and falling heavily.
Her breaths came out in short and hurried puffs, her body aching around the intrusion pressing against her sensitive walls. She felt his head lean against her shoulder, her skin prickling with sweat under his heavy breaths. His stubble rubbed against her skin, the harsh sensation causing her own breathing to pick up, her hand reaching back to tangle in his long hair, tugging suddenly when his hips pulled away from hers, dragging his length from her heat. Laurie whined at the loss of sensation inside of her, only to squeal and sieze up when her partner's hips slammed back into hers, thrusting his length back inside of her.
Laurie's legs shook and turned to jelly underneath her as her silent stalker continued to violently thrust his cock deep into her tiny pussy. She could feel every movement, every feature and every touch of his length inside of her, pushing and pulling against her walls. She felt a strong hand reach around her to grab ahold of her left breast, roughly kneading the supple flesh in his hand, tweaking her hard and abused nipple between his index finger and thumb, causing her to cry out in drunken bliss. Her hand tightening it's grip in the man's hair.
The man littered kisses along her shoulder, listening intently to the loud, pleasurable noises that fell from the girl's lips as he snapped his hips forward again and again. Growing tired of the repetitive pace, he kissed a trail up to the junction between her shoulder and neck and bit down hard enough to break skin, his mouth slowly filling with the sweet yet coppery taste of his Laurie's blood. The girl shrieked underneath him, balling her hands into fists against the door she'd been pressed up against, pushing her hips back against the weight of his hips thrusting into hers.
Suddenly, she was turned around to face her partner, his hands moving from exploring her body to grip under her thighs, lifting her from the wooden floor into his strong arms. Laurie gasped and tightened her own arms around his neck as he held her legs over his hips, continuing to hammer his cock into her cunt. The shack was filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and the blonde's high pitched moans and whines of pleasure, interjected with the occasional grunt or sigh from the man holding her.
Laurie swore she felt her brain turning to mush inside of her skull, her body jerking and shivering as this man's arms held her in place against the door, his mouth running over her heated flesh and leaving deep purple marks along the ivory skin of her neck and chest. She spasmed against him when his lips met hers in a heated and violent kiss, more teeth and tongue than lips. His hot tongue pushed past her lips and tangled with hers, drool spilling down the side of her chin as she gripped his face in her hands. She pulled back to gasp for air as she felt the blunt head of his cock pushing against her cervix, threatening to push into her womb.
His lips guided hers back into the heated kiss, their tongues brushing together as they continued to rut against each other. With a sharp thrust, Laurie slammed her head back against the door and let out a scream of ecstasy, her spend spilling down her inner thighs, causing her partner to groan into her neck, pistoning his hips harder into her tight pussy.
Laurie sobbed loudly, her body tensing and jerking from the overstimulation inside of her. With another deep thrust, she felt his cock strike the barrier of her cervix and the warmth of him spilling himself inside of her. She whimpered loudly into his shoulder as he held her, both of them heaving in heavy breaths of fresh air as they came down from their shared highs.
Looking up, Laurie gently held the skin of the man's cheek in her hand, smiling to herself when he leant into her touch. "Please, tell me who you are," she pleaded with him, desperate when she saw the defensive curtain falling over his ocean blue irises once more, "I need to know your name." He let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through her thick, wavy blonde hair. He opened his mouth to speak, before seeming to reconsider and closing it again.
Despite his now closed off exterior, Laurie still felt a connection with him, other than the one between their legs. She smiled and tilted her head, giggling when he mimicked her movement, tilting his own head to stare back into her eyes. He seemed to calm slightly before pulling her to his strong chest, leaning his chin against her soft hair.
"Michael."
She paused and looked up at him, bewildered, "What?"
"Michael."
Suddenly, it hit her and her face broke out into an almost ecstatic grin,
"Nice to meet you, Michael." She said, "I very much enjoyed our activities today."
Michael snorted.