The Secret in The Shop Doorway

It was quite late, around 2:00am, and I'd enjoyed a Friday night out clubbing with my friends, a noisy giggling crowd of excited girls. I'd had perhaps slightly too much to drink, at least one more vodka and tonic than I should have, but I was fully in control of myself.

We'd had a great time, we danced and talked, fending of the lounge lizards, enjoying ourselves in the friendly atmosphere, all in all it had been a good night. It had been warm and mild when we met up. I wasn't dressed partly glamorously, with a powder blue cotton poplin double breasted button through dress, with large fabric covered buttons, in two rows of eight, a plain white nylon slip, Pretty Polly pale tan hold ups, and a comfortable plain light blue nylon bra and panties set. It kept me reasonable cool in the hot night clubs, and I'd applied some Aqua Allegoria Pera Granita to my neck, wrists, and behind my knees, to maintain a fresh and attractive body smell.

The enjoyment of the evening and the drinks had raised my blood a little, and lowered my level of caution, subsequently I felt quite a strong carnal hunger within me. Almost as if my tummy was churning with a need that required immediate satisfaction, an itch that needed scratching if you will. I wanted a man, but none of those I encountered that evening

were of any interest to me. All arrogant, overbearing types, from my own strata of society, but full of their own self importance, almost not being able to believe that we girls weren't interested in them. I wanted a man, but none of these even remotely fitted the bill.

In my rush earlier on Friday evening to get into the West End and join the girls, I'd forgotten to order a taxi to pick me up at the end of the night. All my friends lived in different directions from me, so I decided to order an Uber. Of course, at that time of night in the city centre at the weekend, it was difficult to get one quickly. So, I decided to walk a little way off centre to one of the nearby streets in the hope that there were more cars available to me there.

Putting my handbag shoulder strap, over my head and across my body, I walked along the street searching the app on my phone. It started to rain, lightly at first, then with a steadily increasing rate. The damp made my hair curl, I had at the time allowed it to grow almost to my shoulders, and it began to form natural ringlets. In the low light it looked darker than it usually does, and the streetlight's brought out the slight hint of red in it.

A little further up the street, I saw a man waiting at a bus stop. As the shower got heavier, I noticed him step back into the adjacent recessed doorway of a health food shop to shelter from the rain. Deciding to join him while I searched for an Uber on my iPhone, I quickly stepped into the doorway. It was quite narrow, one of those which had display windows on either side of the door, and went back quite a way, giving enough room for both of us to get out of the rain.

He smiled at me as I rushed into the shelter of the doorway, the rain falling heavily and gurgling along the gutter. The pavement a sheet of fast-moving water. He had obviously just finished work, it was difficult to see him in the shadows of the doorway, even with the streetlights, and with the internal shop lights turned off. He was probably in his mid 40's, average height, and build, quite unremarkable looking, dressed in working clothes, just trousers and a polo shirt with some sort of logo on the breast pocket, like me he hadn't dressed for a rainy evening.

"Hello, just going home after a night out?"

"Yes, I'm in the process of calling an Uber."

With that, my app indicated that I'd found a ride, but it was going to be about a half hour wait, I confirmed the trip, and the pickup point.

"How about you, are you waiting for a bus?"

"Yes, I work at the flower market around the corner, and I missed the usual night bus, but there's another one due in about three quarters of an hour, I just ducked in here to get out of the weather, because as you can see, the shelter at the stop is facing the wind and there's no protection from the rain there."

The rain started to pelt down, and I moved back deeper into the doorway. He was already back against the door of the shop, and I felt myself press against him. He was quite a solid build, and as my bottom pressed against his front, I felt that he was stiff with a firm erection. He was very different to most of the men I meet, simple, straightforward, but surprisingly I felt strongly attracted to him.

"Will your family worry about you being late home from work?"

"No, my wife is used to me working overtime, so it won't bother her."

"You're married then? Any children?"

"Yes, three boys, 8, 10, and 12."

He was breathing deeply, as I hadn't pulled away from his front, and I continued pressing my firm bum against him. He seemed uncertain, so pushing myself further into his front until he was held hard against the door behind him. He put his hands around my waist just under my ribs to steady himself. I reached down and placed my hands over his, moving them down to he crests of my hips, gently wiggling my bottom against the front of his trousers, catching his penis with soft cleft of my buttocks. His erection became stronger and stiffer as he realised, though didn't quite believe, what might be on offer to him.

"That's a lovely perfume you're wearing, it smells expensive," he whispered.

"Yes, it's designed to be alluring, I think you'll agree that it works as well."

"It certainly does, my god it does."

I giggled, and leaned back against his chest, subtly offering my neck to him, which he promptly kissed, falling against me like a lion on a lamb. He sighed in my ear, and I spoke, turning the narrative around, and making it seem that I wasn't the hunter in the situation.

"Oh! All right then, after all, why not anyway? It's a rainy night and we're alone, so we might as well enjoy ourselves."

He tensed, disbelieving what he'd heard, and in fairness I could sympathise with him, he'd been on his way home, missed his bus, got caught in the rain, and taken shelter in the shop doorway. All of a sudden, he'd been joined unexpectedly by an attractive young girl, with a short skirt, a good, shapely and nubile figure, who had moved into his close proximity, pressed against him, soft, sweet, succulent and warm. He couldn't believe his luck, as I made it clear to him, that I wasn't just going to let him hold himself close to him, but I was going to give him a bonus to his overtime shift that he definitely wasn't expecting.

"Just give me a moment while I get ready, but we'll have to be quick, my Uber will be here in 25 minutes or so."

I lifted up my dress and slip, reaching underneath them and pulled my knickers down, lifting my foot one after the other, slipping them off over them without touching the wet floor. I rolled them into a ball, putting them safely into the pocket of my dress. I guided his hands down from my hips to the soft plump pad of tissue covering my pubic bone. Raising my hem at the back so that it rested in the small of my back, exposing my bare buttocks to the front of his trousers.

He cupped my pubis in his hand, squeezed it gently, allowing his fingers to stroke the smooth skin of my mons veneris.

"Oh my god, there no hair there! Hells bells, how old are you?"

"That's for me to know, and not for you to worry about, but I depilate with an electronic device, it leaves me smooth and clean. I don't like having a bush down there, but don't worry, I'm over 18, well past the legal age, so you're safe."

"Are you sure, I know we don't know each other, but I don't want to risk my wife finding out."

"Don't worry, that you're married doesn't matter to me, I prefer a man with experience and it's an opportune, but welcome meeting, we'll never see each other again so she'll never find out unless you tell her."

He seemed stunned by my open and forward approach, but men are men, their instincts are difficult for them to suppress, and I was really turned on, almost desperate for sex. The doorway was dark, intimate and secluded from the light traffic passing along the street. Nobody would be able to see us, unless they actually walked up to the front of the shop, and at that time in the morning there were no pedestrians about.

"Come on then, I want this, and we haven't got much time left."

He took one hand to the front of his slacks, and unzipped himself, his penis almost bursting out of his flies. I felt his hot shaft probing between the top of my thighs, his slippery precum spreading onto the cheeks of my bottom, at the inside top of my thighs. He felt the warm wetness of my labia, I had tented, and my vagina was lubricating in preparation for penetration by him. He knew his way around a girl's groin, and with little hesitation he bent his knees in a half crouch, tucking his penis under my body, his helmet slipping across the sensitive skin of my my perineum.

He located himself in my vestibule, his fingers moved down from my pubis and squeezed my plump outer labia together around his shaft, quickly entering me, stiff, hard and deliciously smooth, I felt the electrifying tingle as he passed through the first few inches of concentrated nerve endings at the entrance to my pussy. He dropped his hips, twisted back, and pushed upwards, forcing through the resistance of my vaginal muscles. Although I've been sexually active for quite some time, I'm still tight down there, and I winced as he stretched me so suddenly. It wasn't so much a pain, but more a sharp stinging discomfort. He wasn't exactly gentle with me, but he wasn't brutal either. It made me realise how much I wanted him, and how much I felt fulfilled by the pressure of his penis as it pierced me, bursting into my most secret of personal places.

He didn't waste any time, taking advantage of his opportunity to have a guilt free sexual association with a young willing girl. He established a steady rhythm of thrusts, and as he was in me from behind, he went in deeply, and I thrilled to each of his powerful strokes. He wasn't much over the average, but with him behind me and I didn't get to see it, though it felt quite long, so there was considerable sensation with each of his movements. I angled my bottom towards him, easing his entry.

Being taken from behind is almost perfect and it delighted me with the feeling of him constantly striking into the soft spongy tissue at the front of my vaginal canal, my g-spot. Additionally, with my hips tilted forwards his urethral pipe, thick and firm on the underside of his cock, rubbed against the exposed tip of my clitoris, which was stiff and extended out from under my clitoral hood.

Pushing his hand around me to my front, he pressed the flat of his palm against the soft swell of my lower belly. Pulling me close, spreading the cheeks of my bottom apart, and compressing my insides so that he, and I could feel him more easily through my lower half. He probed hard and thrust deeply into me, moving my body. My handbag swinging from my shoulder in time with our movements.

Moving his other hand from my hip, sliding it up the front of my dress, pulling it up higher, until his fingers reached my breasts. He held one gently, enjoying the ripe firmness of it through the soft nylon of my bra.

"You've got lovely tits girl, lovely."

He was getting into his stride, pummelling me from behind with his stiff penis. His belly, above the noise from the rain, made a soft flappy smacking sound with each inward thrust. I pressed my hands against the window frames halfway down on either side of the recessed doorway, my head down as I panted and gasped with the incredible power and pleasure he was giving me.

Grunting and puffing loudly as he plunged in and out of my wet vagina, he was enjoying the sudden surprise liaison with me. I bent my neck forwards and looked between my legs down the line of my stomach. I could see bottom of his scrotal sac slapping against my bottom. His hand pressed into my tummy didn't block the view of my prominent pubic pad, or its movements with each of his thrusts. I watched, fascinated as our combined bodily lubricants dropped out in long sticky strings, hanging in clear skeins. Dribbling down to the floor between our feet, mixing with the rainwater and forming a small pool of fluid. I was in ecstasy from the warm invigorating needle like thrills, spreading through my bottom, and up through my insides, making my uterus convulse in response the the fullness I felt as his cock penetrated me, seemingly deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Leaning forward I was aware of his forearm and elbow firmly pressed against my stomach, his hand on my breasts, he'd pulled the cups of my bra up, and was twiddling my nipples one after the other, in a simultaneous rhythm with his pelvic thrusts. I saw that the bottom buttons of my dress had come undone, and with the hems up around my middle, I was completely exposed to him. I was making quite a bit of noise, as I absorbed him within me.

I had parted my feet, and I could feel his shins rubbing against the soft sweep of my calves, and the edges of his zipper digging into the soft flesh of my bum. The coarse material of his trousers caught the nylon of my stockings, rasping against the fine weave, and making them move sensually against my skin, both accentuating and raising my stimulation to an even higher level.

He was very good, and he managed to endure the tightness of my vagina as I strained and tensed, gripping his shaft as he slipped up and down like a smooth piston within a close-fitting cylinder. I looked up at my watch as I held on tightly to the frame of the window. We'd been physically engaged on frantic sexual activity for around eight or nine minutes, and time was running short, although I wanted the pure delight of what he was doing to me to last forever.

His endurance and expertise were impressive and gave me incredible sensations, it's one of those enigmas for girls, we believe we are in control of the act, and indeed we contribute to it. Though once an experienced man enters us, although our skin is almost one big erogenous zone, it's all internal, the pleasure is considerable and he controls it, to some extent we become helpless subjects of their ability. Some can manage themselves and hold back their ejaculation regardless of whether we're orgasming or not, continuing to pound us, as, and after we come. He was just such a man, mature, pleasant and unassuming, one who most of us wouldn't look at twice, but he'd learned his craft, either with his wife, or previous girlfriends, and my goodness he'd learned it well.

Pressing against the frames as hard as I could, I was almost overwhelmed as his helmet tapped against my g-spot at each inward stroke, his shaft passing through the sensitive entrance, that was surrounded by the inner legs of my clitoris, giving me a pulsing sensation that grew stronger and stronger. I was greying out to a degree, and it seemed as though there was a growing hard ball of heat, inside me, between my bottom and my pubis, my stomach tensed, my breasts and nipples became exquisitely sensitive as he continued to stimulate them with his fingers. I began a low rhythmic cadenced moan, it lilted from deep in my chest as I felt the tension rising in between my pelvic girdle.

"Aaah, um, aaaaaah, ooooh, um, aaaaaah, aaaah, aaaah! Uuuum ooooooh aaaaaaahhh!"

The feeling inside me grew and grew, he, sensing my rising tension, redoubled his efforts, striking my g-spot faster and harder, his shaft flowing through my vaginal opening like a furious oily snake, God it was lovely. I found myself unable to hold back, and now after nearly ten minutes of persistent thrusting, this wonderfully knowledgeable man, was going to bring me to orgasm, in a shop doorway, during the early hours of the morning, in a torrential rainstorm.

Almost as soon as I realised that, the ball of hot tension exploded within me, sending a fierce causticly stinging flash through my entire body, from my feet to my scalp. I felt my anus pucker as I strained to cope with the marvel of my physical reaction, so intense that I thought my nipples would explode. I trembled and moaned in a low deep release of breath. Hearing the light splashing sound as I squirted profusely over his thick base, and the light clear liquid rushed out and down to join the small puddle that had formed between our feet. It wasn't a vaginal ejaculation, the fluid came from my skene's glands via my urethra, but it was an incredible underlining of the intense orgasm he gave me.

It was a good job that the street was still empty, as I released a high-pitched scream, jerking and convulsing in the throes of a massive climax. He just kept pounding away at me, disregarding my reaction. I couldn't help myself and I moaned in ecstasy.

"Ohhh, mmmm, my god, oh it's so lovely, oooooh, ahhhh, Jesus it's not stopping, mmmmm."

Grunting with each penetrating thrust, he increased his tempo, making me helpless under the punishing rapidity of his pace. I was stunned onto silence by the explosion of sensations in my genitals, being almost unable to focus my eyes, as I was swamped by a myriad of physical feelings.

My iPhone pinged off in my handbag, as the Uber driver notified me of how long he would be before picking me up. That seemed to prompt him to move himself toward his climax. Feeling him gathering, his thighs pressed against mine, he stiffened, and his stomach muscled tensed against my bottom. His stokes were faster and stronger, but shorter in length, he gripped my tummy and breasts as he quivered and groaned. With a great effort he reached the zenith of his climax. His penis swelled and pulsed inside me, as he drew back, his rim flared, and he ejaculated, his semen, profuse and rich, flowed deeply into my vault, before running back down his shaft, and spurting out of me, adding the the mixture dripping from us, and joining the developing pool on the floor of the recess.

He groaned deeply, with each pulse of semen, he emptied himself as he pumped his potent seed rich fluid in four or five long bursts, it felt hot as it flowed out through my vaginal lips, though leaving enough within me to gift me his enzymes and baby making sperm. (I have a contraceptive implant, so I wasn't worried by his fertile richness, even though he'd fathered three already). We stood almost motionless for a while, straining as his tip eased in its sensitivity allowing him to begin withdrawal.

He eased himself back, moving his hands to my hips, and I felt my labia plop open as his helmet passed out through them. My genitals felt strangely cold and exposed as he stepped back, and there was a light splashing sound when I straightened up, as our excess fluids spilled out onto the floor, thick and a bit stringy it trickled out slowly adding to the pool on the floor.

Once again, my iPhone pinged off, I took it out of my bag, the message was from the app 'your driver, Kuthup, is five minutes away from your pickup point.' I took out some tissues and a wet wipe, handing them to him, and he wiped himself clean, although I'd drenched the front of his trousers, his wife wouldn't miss that no matter how much he tried to remove the essence of me. In turn I took tissues and a wet wipe to clean myself, my groin, inside my thighs, and around the plump parts of my bum.

I turned into the doorway slightly a undid the rest of my dress buttons, pulling my bra back down, and straightening my slip, which had rolled up into the small of my back. Pausing briefly as a wave of aftershock impinged on my body. Taking my tightly balled-up knickers out of my dress pocket, carefully lifting one foot and then the other I stepped into them, studiously avoiding them touching the floor. Holding them at my knees, I placed a pantie liner into the gusset before pulling them all the way up properly. Running my fingers around the waistband and legs, I seated them comfortably, pulled my slip down and into place, and re buttoned my dress. Finally shaking both the skirts of the dress and my slip into place until they hung properly and felt comfortable.