...From a distance, she’d heard an announcement over the loudspeaker. It was something about a short delay because of an electrical problem. Frankly, she hadn’t much cared what the problem was as she’d been busy sucking greedily on the tongue of the stranger who held her imprisoned on his lap.

His mouth had demanded her full attention, whileone of his hands slipped beneath her skirt to rest on her thigh. The other was already beneath her sweater, clamped possessively over the lace of her bra. Unable to help herself, she wound her arms around his neck, her fingers twining in his thick, silky hair. He tasted and smelled so good, so sexy. So tempting.

Long, knowledgeable fingers had tracked along her thigh, pressing her leg outward, destroying the fragile barrier of her pantyhose, as he finally reached the damp cloth of her panties. He’d pressed the material against her slit, sliding his finger along her groove. She’d uttered a soft whimper of need.

His touch had grown more insistent. She’d felt his hard erection against her thigh and began to rub her leg against it. He drove his tongue deeper inside her mouth, forcing her head back, demanding her acquiescence. She’d never once thought of denying him.

Her body had demanded his touch, accepting it without question. Her mind had been a blur, no thought of refusal in her toughts. In fact, her one desire had been to strip and fuck him. Cloaked in the darkness, it was as though they were the only ones in the entire world, except she could hear the soft murmuring of voices in the background. Beyond that, magnified in the close silence was her own ragged breathing. She couldn’t even remember where she was, or that if she ever followed through with her thoughts, she’d be arrested.

Suddenly the zipper on his trousers was down. She felt his warm flesh, satiny against her, and she needed to be fucked so badly. The hand at her breast left and then a small packet was pressed into her fingers. She didn’t need to be told what to do with it.

Time was of the essence. Swiftly she twisted and straddled his lap. Opening the packet, she pulled out the condom, found his stiff, thick penis and sheathed him quickly. He pulled her panty aside, ripping her pantyhose wide open, and she quickly pressed over him. He thrust his hips and was inside her slippery channel quickly.

He’d pulled her mouth back to his and sucked her tongue deep inside. His hands anchored at her hips, he thrust. He didn’t need to say a word. His cock was thick and penetrated her easily, widened her as she felt him sink deep, touch nerves that made her shudder as he passed inward.

His hands lifted her and slammed her down until she got the rhythm he demanded. Then his hands left her hips and again slipped beneath her sweater, tugging at her nipples through the material of the flimsy bra she wore.

At the back of her mind was the fact she was fucking a complete stranger. And that she was hotter than she had ever been before. She felt her juices coating him, making his passage easier. Felt the friction building, driving fast and hard up the summit. She ground her clit against him and slowed slightly.