Your college classes are finally out for the day. Your rehearsals were done and your last meeting was over and it is dark as you head out the door. You got to drive your new truck and that was exciting. Classes were busy and the day went flying by but it was lonely since you had not heard from me. You hated days like this. No emails, not on line chatting. You assumed I was probably busy and you understood but still it did not make for a very happy time at school.
It is dark in the parking lot as you fumble for your keys. The burnt out streetlight hums, teasing you with a promise of light and safety that is cannot provide. As you reach the key into the door of your truck, you feel two arms tighten around your waist. Fear runs thru you until you hear a voice whisper into your ear, "Happy Birthday Carol. I brought you a present."
Without looking, you know it is me. I had told you I would visit on your birthday but you really didn't believe me. You can feel your heart racing and try to turn around to see me. "Not yet, my love," I say softly. The hands around your waist loosen and you think I am letting you go until you feel one hand move under your shirt while the other slides down the front of your jeans. Your bra is no obstacle as my hand reaches beneath it and finds your firm, supple breast. It is so warm to my touch and your nipple is hard and wanting in the palm of my hand. I can feel your breathing quicken as my other hand finds no obstacle until it brushes the light hair atop your pussy.