It was near midnight and the lights were all out except for a little plug in light across the room. From the window he could see her lightly illuminated in the glow of the little light. He grinned and felt his cock twitch as he noticed that she was exactly as he had told her to be.
In the quiet of the middle of the night, she began to wonder how she got in this situation. Dressed in a button down blouse and short skirt, leggins and boots. She was bent over the kitchen table with her torso on the table and her arms raised above her head. Her pussy soaked in anticipation as she waited for him.
She had no idea who this man was but the things that he said made her quiver every time they talked online. He would tell her the things that he wanted to do to her, the things her husband didn’t do anymore. She would masturbate while he described his actions, often bringing herself quickly to orgasm because she was so excited. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight, he was coming.
He told her exactly what to wear and how to be splayed on the table. She was not to talk or turn around. He did not want her to try to pleasure him. It was about her and her fantasy. She wanted to feel attractive, sexy again. It had been so long since she felt passion and all she really needed was to feel wanted. But her fantasy was more. She wanted to be taken, her body used for a mans pleasure. She had confided to him that she often fantasized about having sex with a stranger and that’s when he put his plan into motion.
Now she was there on her kitchen table for him, waiting.......
Her breath drew in as the sound of the turning knob permeated the room. The door opened and footsteps filled her ears. Her heart was pounding and amplifying every sound. The door closed and then she heard nothing. “What was he doing?” she thought to herself. She was becoming more aroused and the seconds ticked by as she felt the moisture between her legs increase.
“Spread your legs” he said breaking the silence and she complied opening her legs without making a sound. “Wider and arch your back” was his next directive. She felt so vulnerable as she moved her feet further apart and arched her back, pushing her ass into the air. The juices began to run down the inside of her thigh as she realized he had stepped behind her.
His fingers touched the inside of her knee right where the line of her juices had stopped. He lightly traced the line up the inside of her thigh and to the edge of her pussy, stopping there. She wanted to be touched so bad she was wiggling her butt from side to side trying to make his fingers touch her lips. He spread his hand so that a finger touched each thigh and slowly eased it forward cupping his hand.