The stranger

Aletta Ocean walks through town, sunlight catching on the white dress she barely fills out. A stranger lingers on the corner. Older, sharp jaw, eyes that stay on her legs a beat too long. She has never seen him before. Still, heat floods low in her belly and she can’t look away. He steps closer, murmurs something she only half hears, and suddenly her knees feel soft. Inside the half-lit hallway of his apartment she sinks to the floor, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as her lips wrap around him. She works slowly at first, learning the weight, the taste. When he finally presses her down and pushes inside, she gasps. He fucks her until his cum spills deep, warm and thick, leaving her trembling on the sheets with nothing left to give but a soft, shaky breath.