My first stop was the sink. I lathered up my hand and slipped the diamond noose from around my finger. It was going into my jewelry box for the next 48 hours. It was times like these I was thankful I didn’t get tan, so I didn’t have to worry about a line on my finger giving me away.

Standing under the water in the shower, I let my hands roam over my body. Every part of me ached to be touched. I thought about where to do my hunting that night. Luckily for me, we didn’t know many people who hung out in bars. Our crowd had become much more “mommy and me” and wine tasting parties than loud, smoky bars.

Pulling my sexy outfits from the back of the closet where they were banished, I found my favorite black dress. It wasn’t too flashy and didn’t immediately scream my intentions. But, it was the right thing to get me noticed, and hopefully on my back in an hour or so.

It could have been any bar, any night, anywhere, any guy. This one said his name was Steven. The name I gave him was something like Lucy, but I couldn’t quite remember. We made our way in to the building, and I noticed the lights off in the lobby. The power was out. Walking up the steps, taking time out at each landing to kiss, we finally came around to my apartment. I dropped my purse to the floor, and my keys clanked on the linoleum. I turned around and planted a deep kiss on Steven.

I was distracted, but luckily I still had enough of my faculties operating to see the door across the hall open, just a little. I might have missed it, as Steven trailed his tongue over my neck. But, I heard the slight creak of the old door push open a millimeter at a time. Someone was watching. They must have heard us come up. I had been wondering about my new neighbor since I’d heard the apartment had been rented. I hadn’t seen anyone move in; never saw anyone coming or going. Whoever they were, they were very quiet. I hadn’t even heard their door open. Until now. I strained my eyes in the dark, but could only see blackness between the door jamb and the door.

I should have been mortified, a complete stranger seeing me with another man, but the thought of it was making me even hotter than Steven. I cupped his head in my hands, and kissed him hard on the lips. If this person wanted to watch, I was going to give them a show.

“Don’t you want to go in?” Steven was whispering in the dark, not knowing that we had company.

“Why? It’s dark, and besides, doing it right here would be so hot, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you say baby.”

I was glad he didn’t argue with me. I heard the door creak open a fraction further. Steven’s hands crept up my thighs, inching higher. I slid my hands to his ass, cupping it before reaching for his belt buckle. His mouth moved lower, from my neck to my chest. He pulled on my nipple through my shirt, which was easy since I wasn’t wearing a bra. My panties were sliding to the floor. I pulled away from Steven for a second to step out of them. I heard a quiet gasp come from the dark.

While I was staring into the dark space of the open door, wondering what the stranger on the other side was doing, Steven had his fingers on my clit. My shirt was open and my tits were exposed. I pushed him down to his knees in front of me, and he lifted the fabric of my skirt. His mouth covered my pussy, his hot breath washing over my swollen flesh. His tongue pushed through my lips and I twined my hands in his hair. I thought I heard movement in the doorway. I wondered if it was a man or a woman; if they were touching themselves watching me. If they weren’t yet, I wanted them to be soon.

I touched my own tits, rubbing my nipples between my fingers. Steven was fingering me, rubbing his tongue and thumb over my clit in a wild rhythm. I looked into the dark of the door jam, and I knew they were looking at me too. I thought I heard another little breath escape my watcher’s lips and creep out in to the hall. I kept my eyes fixed on the door jam, hoping for any sign of who it might be. But, there was no way I could see them. Steven twisted his fingers and made me gasp, and brought me out of my thoughts. He stood up and pulled a condom from his pocket.

Steven thrust in to me, his cock plunging deep in to my cunt. I felt myself tighten around him, his hard cock pulsing and twitching with pleasure. I wrapped my leg around his back. His hands were under my ass and the wall was digging in to my back. I didn’t care. My stranger moved again and I was sure this time they were pleasuring themselves. I could hear strained breathing and a soft moan. It sounded distinctly male.

I closed my eyes, and pictured his big cock moving in his hand. I could almost see his hand wrapped tightly around it, jerking himself off while watching me get fucked. His hand a poor substitute for what he really wanted; me. It was almost like Steven wasn’t even there, just me and my other stranger. I moaned quietly, but enough so he could hear me. Just then, in the silence between my cries, I heard another low, barely audible moan coming from the apartment. He was coming, or very close to it. I just knew it. I knew that he was right there with me. Hearing him, thinking of him, practically smelling him, in that moment, I couldn’t contain myself. Holding onto Steven for dear life, I came right there in the hall.

As much as I tried to keep myself quiet, my moans were soon ringing off the dark walls. Steven soon followed, his cries stifled by my hand over his mouth.

I didn’t bother inviting Steven in, and he didn’t protest too much. After he left, I looked at the door. It was closed. I took a step towards it. But, I thought better of knocking. Not tonight.

Abruptly, he pulled out of my mouth; water running in before I had the chance to close my mouth. He yanked me up to my feet, his eyes on mine. I could feel the mud running down my legs into my shoes. My favorite sneakers. The rainstorm was an unexpected turn of events. But, I loved it. Just like all the other adventures he had taken me on. He turned me around and pulled my shirt open, letting the cold rain hit my bare chest. My bra was still on the bed at home; there hadn’t been time to put it on. His hands were so hot, the water so cold, his thumbs rubbed my nipples until they ached. My tied hands were rubbing against his cock, which was getting hard. His mouth bit my neck, his tongue flicking the red flesh when he was done.

Suddenly, I was back on my knees, he was still standing behind me. I felt his knee on my back, nudging me until I couldn’t stop myself from falling forward. My head hit the mud. I turned so that my face was still above the ground. I couldn’t see him but I heard him kneel down behind me. It was amazing how quiet it was, even with the rain pounding in puddles around us. My shorts were lowering down my thighs, new beads of cold water splashed onto my ass. It ran in ripples down between my legs, causing me to shiver. His hand cracked down on my ass, the sound ringing out into the stillness. Pain shot through me and I gasped.

Two more slaps came right after, pushing me to the brink. He stopped and let the cold rain hit me, let it cool my newly hot flesh. Before I could recover, two fingers entered my pussy. I squeezed around him, wanting so desperately to rock back into him, to fuck his fingers like mad. But, I knew better. I let him fuck me, maddeningly slow as the water ran over my skin. He slapped my ass again, the pain crowding out the pleasure for just a few moments. He curled his fingers inside me, making me cry out into the mud. I wanted him so badly, but I was never sure if he would oblige me or not.

He must have been feeling generous, because in the next moment I heard his zipper and felt his fingers leave my cunt. I felt so empty and I waited patiently for something to happen. My hips seemed unable to resist rocking towards him just an inch or two. For my trouble, I got another slap on the ass. I started to yell but it died in my throat as he entered me. Lurching forward in the mud, he grabbed my tied hands for leverage and fucked me so hard, so good. I curled my fingers around the ropes, trying to feel his skin. I couldn’t. So I just took it; took his cock over and over again. Abruptly, he stopped thrusting. He just left his cock inside me, his stillness driving me crazy. I had to fight every urge in my body to move myself forward away from him. If I did that, he might leave my cunt altogether. My body started to shake involuntarily. He laid one hand on the center of my back to stop my shuddering. In that moment, despite my predicament, I felt so safe. Even the cold rain and the ropes around my wrists seemed to disappear. After torturous seconds, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of my cunt. I fought the panic that rose up in my throat; tried to hold back my fear of losing him. But, he returned to his powerful, deep strokes. This time, I knew he wouldn’t stop until he was good and ready.

The ache bloomed deep inside my gut, and as the rain ran down over my eyes, I felt my pussy squeeze him violently. Two more quick hard slaps hit my ass. The unexpected pain broke me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

My orgasm shook through me, my screams sent out into the woods. He didn’t slow down at all, pounding me through my pleasure, so hard my knees nearly slipped from beneath me. Grabbing my hips with thick fingers he pushed into me violently before groaning out his own release into the air.

I could barely breathe, my body feeling wounded and wonderful. Once he got his strength back, he pulled me up, helping me to my feet. I could only imagine how I looked. Caked with mud and half naked. I didn’t care, and neither did he. The rain finally began to stop as he dried my skin before the ride home. I could barely wait for the next adventure, to see where it would take me.