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Anns Secret

Anns Secret

by funnyman58
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ANN'S SECRET

Ann had been making the twenty-five-mile trip to Landover, where she met with a therapist who was highly recommended for matters dealing with sexual abuse, for just over two years now. Whether the therapy sessions were helpful was debatable, but she enjoyed spending a little time on her own.

A few months ago, she turned the trip into an all-day getaway. She shopped, went to the park, and had nice lunches. On these days, she felt free and relaxed.

Sometimes, she looked forward to her free time so much that she would skip the therapy session. Walking around town and ridding herself of the tension from various expectations she and others had placed upon her was more helpful than the sessions. She made a few friends but kept them a secret from Jake, Tina, and her other friends at home.

While it's true that Ann kept a few secret friends in Landover, she kept them mostly at arm's length, only calling on them occasionally. She found her greatest pleasure in spending time at the spacious, lush park, where she enjoyed people-watching from one of the benches along the wide walkway crossing the grounds. She'd decided to secretly cancel any further therapy sessions indefinitely while continuing to make the weekly trip purely for her enjoyment.

Walkers of all ages, both men and women used the walkway. Cyclists and skateboarders mixed into the numbers. There Ann spent hours at a time, fantasizing about many of the men and what they were like personally, as well as sexually. She imagined what their fetishes might be and if they were gentle lovers or more aggressive. To her surprise, Ann also began taking notice of a few women in much the same way. She'd never been with a woman, but now she had to admit to a growing curiosity.

Another park destination she frequented was the athletic fields and courts. Young men, easily young enough to pass as her son, played touch football, soccer, or basketball on the warm, sunny afternoons. Ann found herself aroused by watching their darkly tanned and sweat-shining torsos running, jumping, and stretching in pursuit of winning their game. Ann easily envisioned them contorting their young bodies around her own eager body, willing to be devoured by their wildest desires.

Age made little difference to Ann. While she liked the thought of a young man's stamina, she also recognized how much mystery and experience an older man could offer. They tend to take their time and be more creative and attentive.

To her chagrin, she at times, found herself so lost in the distraction that she caught herself with one of her hands slipped under her blouse and inside her lacy bra, teasing an erect nipple. On another occasion, she was abhorred by finding that she'd lounged back on the bench with an arm extended under the waistband of her linen slacks, with a hand buried inside her wet panties, finding her pleasure spot.

As the weeks went by, Ann found she was placing herself in more and more risky settings and dressing very provocatively. She moved to a closer bench at the courtside of basketball games, sat in the more secluded sections of the walkway, and even began frequenting a local bar largely populated by men who played pool and threw darts. She was drawn to the roughness of their ways.

Oddly, she was, at the same time, detaching herself from Jake and resisting his amorous advances. She was as confused as anyone would be if they followed her footsteps during the past weeks. She was concerned, but extremely excited. She decided that sex with Jake might be too easily obtained. She wanted a challenge, along with the risks accompanying it. She had fantasies that needed to be fulfilled.

Her reasons for limiting sexual release with Jake, however, were beyond her understanding, so she mentioned it to her therapist at her last session. He told her it likely had something to do with her lack of self-worth. He said she was self-deprecating herself, by subconsciously thinking she didn't deserve to enjoy sex so completely. He thought that was manifesting itself in the way she was dressing and the places she frequented. She didn't agree, however. Lately, she'd just built up an uncontrollable urge for sex with deep dark strangers - many of them - in risky settings that could become dangerous. That excited her beyond belief!

Yet, nothing much had happened while in Landover. A couple of the young men she watched play basketball would sit beside her to flirt now and then when they needed a breather. The smell of perspiration and raw male testosterone drove her wild. One of the players had made advances, making it clear that he was interested, but she'd sidestepped them so far, although she did get his cellphone number. She often fantasized about giving his sweaty member a handjob there on the bench while his friends continued their game. Maybe she would tease him with that next time she saw him. The idea of his friends catching her in the act infatuated her.

What she was looking for wasn't clear, but she was fantasizing more regularly about being forced to have sex with a dark stranger. His face was never visible in her dreams, as he always took her from behind, restraining her from turning around. Sometimes, there were two of them taking her at once.

She was masturbating frantically at any chance, always visualizing an unseen stranger taking her against her will. One thing was clear, something needed to happen soon, or she was going to resort to accosting Jake with the most raw animalistic sex he'd ever had, and she was sure he'd had it in many ways. But, he was too easy, and the excitement wasn't in it for her.

The wait wasn't long. On the following week, while sitting along the walkway at the park, a man she'd noticed a time or two, although she couldn't remember exactly where, walked right up and sat beside her.

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"Walk with me," he said, not as a question but as a demand. Before she could refuse, he got up and walked toward downtown, where she'd left her car.

A little bewildered, she got up and hurried along to catch up with him. "How do you know me, and where are we going?"

"Just follow me", he answered without looking her way. Common sense screamed for Ann to walk in the opposite direction, but the hammering of her heart was screaming a very different message just as loudly. She continued beside him.

"I know I've seen you a few times, but I'm drawing a blank as to where", she said in a way she'd hoped would warrant an explanation. No answer. Just walking. Her car was only a block or so ahead, but she dismissed the urge to run toward it.

"We need to stop by my apartment in the next block, and then I'm buying you the best cup of coffee in town", he explained. "That's where I'm taking you, in response to your question." This time, he offered a hint of a smile.

"You could have told me that a few blocks back, you know", she half-heartedly reprimanded him.

"I'm a mysterious character, full of surprises," he said without expression. "I'm not used to being told 'No'. Here's my door. "

"You live above the best coffee shop in town? I'll just wait here", she said in an attempt to regain some control.

"I OWN the best coffee shop in town, so why wouldn't I live above it? And no you will NOT wait here. After you", He gestured. "Or will I need to make a scene?" She stepped inside, aided by the firm grasp of the stranger at her wrist, and began climbing the stairs.

After entering the apartment, she was facing a stunning view of the downtown skyline through the full-length windows covering the opposite wall. He flipped a switch on an expensive-looking coffee maker that began to whir and grind.

"You said you were going to buy me a cup of coffee downstairs", she asked if only to be disagreeable.

"I am! But I'm showing you the best seat in the house - the owner's private suite. And it comes with awesome benefits."

Instead of taking the offered seat, she walked to the window, awed by the awesome view. She felt his arms close around her from behind. Instinctively, she attempted to step away. But, his arms tightened and his lips softly kissed her neck just below her left ear. His kisses turned into little nibbles that became firmer

"You don't waste any time", she began. I'm sure I should be flattered, but I'm attached to a very jealous partner." As she was talking, her breath became labored, and she felt that familiar wetness overcoming her.

"Is that why you've been watching those sweaty young men playing basketball?" his voice took a harder tone. "And is that why I saw your arm deep inside your slacks the day I was sitting on the next bench? You didn't seem attached then unless it was to one of the guys you were fantasizing about."

A very pleasant sensation rushed throughout her body, calling all her senses to full attention. Her nipples were hard and she needed the relief of a man's hands attending to them. "They need a good firm pinch while my breasts are kneaded and massaged," she moaned to herself. Or she hoped she hadn't spoken the words aloud.

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As if reading her mind, his fingers had slipped inside the filmy material of her dress, firmly grasping her right nipple between his index and middle fingers, rolling it between them. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and she let out a sharp gasp. He responded by palming both breasts with his large hands. The top two buttons were opened at some point during her enjoyment, and he was about to tear the others open without ceremony.

"Please, no!" she objected. "We can't do this!"

"Of course we can, Ann. And we will! Furthermore, I think you want it to happen".

"So, he knows my name", she thought. "He's been checking up on me. I wonder who he's talked to and what he's found out.

He was nibbling her ear and neck when she felt the growing bulge against the small of her back. Her panties were becoming drenched and she needed a finger inside them. She wanted his fingers there. Now!

But he had other things in mind. The coffee was ready, and he thought making her wait would heighten the anticipation - not only for her but also for him. He took her firmly by the arm to a plushly upholstered loveseat with a stunning downtown view. He placed her there as he went to pour the coffee.

"I suppose it's not fair that I know your name, but you don't know mine", he offered. "Max Blackwell."

"Max. It's been nice to meet you, so far. You do have an interesting way of getting a girl's attention!"

"Well, I've always been fascinated by a woman's body, and am intrigued with those who know how to use it to get what they want." Max had joined her on the loveseat, sitting as close as possible. His hand closest to Ann, without formality, uncrossed Ann's legs, sliding along her inner thigh until he was well inside her skirt. The feel of its warm firmness excited her as she opened her legs to allow easy access to his destination.

"How's my special blend of coffee?" he asked as his fingers slipped inside her wet panties. Her soft murmur in response encouraged his exploration. He parted her lips and delved deep into her wetness.

Coffee was the last thing on Ann's mind as she got to her feet and climbed onto Max, straddling his legs and placing a hand on either side of his face. She drew it to her mouth, eager to do some exploring of her own. Her tongue drove into his mouth, meeting his tongue for several minutes of very heated kissing.

Unbuttoning his shirt as her lips and tongue explored their way behind her fingers. She roughly pulled it across his shoulders and ran her fingers through the hairs of his chest before dropping to the fly of his slacks. Once opened, she seductively freed his growing cock. He was soon fully hard after a few expertly placed strokes up the bottom of his shaft from her fingernails. When she lingered her attention circling its head, it was his turn to let out a gasp of pleasure.

Moving her panties aside, she lowered herself onto him slowly, pausing to kiss him deeply before beginning to rock herself, enjoying the full length of his warmth inside of her. As her pace increased, she threw her head back and moaned from somewhere deep inside. Knowing Max was on the brink of losing his load, she slowed her pace to enjoy more kisses.

Max rolled his tongue around her hard nipples and suckled them gently, mixed with playful little bits. Just then, Ann was beyond restraint as she began bucking wildly on Max's engorged tool until they both crashed in mutual orgasm.

After cuddling there on the loveseat for some time, Max poured Ann a cup of his special blend of coffee and sat back down, drawing her body toward hers.

"You are to meet me a week from today at 3:00 in that seedy bar down the street. When you walk in, I'll be there at the bar. You'll act as if you don't know me", Max ordered. "You'll wear a short, sexy sundress and sit at the other end of the bar. You'll begin to flirt with a guy of your choice. I'll take it from there. Oh, leave the panties at home."

After quietly finishing their coffee, Max stood and took Ann's cup to the sink. When he picked his keys off the counter, Ann realized she was being dismissed. But, she'd been ordered to meet again next week. This presented exciting possibilities. How was she expected to wait a whole week?

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