An Unexpected Affair (Closed)

[Scuttle Buttin']

Strangers when we meet
Strangers on the street
Lovers walk asleep​

The city has a smell that no other place on earth does. The strange combination of thousands of people in only a handful of square miles and the exhaust of countless cars, infused with scented outpourings of bakeries and cafes and upscale restaurants all mixing into something indescribable, but unmistakable. It was this scent that Benjamin Franklin - his name was a cruel joke played on him by his history buff of a father upon his birth - breathed in deeply now as he stepped out of his apartment building.

He was new to the city, new to this whole region of the country in fact, brought here by a job that promised things it almost certainly wouldn't deliver. Still, the possibility that it would, combined with his recent breakup and the fact that he was still only 27, seemed like good enough reasons to take the leap, and so here he was. His apartment was still full of boxes, a maze of them leading from one room to another, his every worldly possession lost in a sea of cardboard. He'd had the foresight to hold out some clothes and necessities, but virtually everything else would have to be found though the laborious and thoroughly irritating process of unpacking and organizing it all. He hated moving.

The day after his move dawned bright and clear, however, and despite the fact that there was much unpacking to be done he couldn't resist the urge to explore the city. Thankfully, he'd been given a week in which to move, which still left him four days before he actually had to show up and be productive. He'd showered quickly and dressed simply, faded jeans and a blue-patterned button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow. He considered himself in the mirror for a moment, his blonde hair and blue eyes looking back at him as he studied his 6'1" frame. He was in shape, a frequent runner, and the clothes fit him well. Approving of his reflection in the mirror, he left the bathroom, snatched up his keys and phone, and headed out.

He was out the door by 9:30, iPod in his back pocket and The Postal Service filling his ears as he filled his lungs with the morning city air for the first time.
He had his phone with him in case he grew so lost that he needed a GPS to find his way back, but he thought he'd learn the area better if he was forced to explore it without any help. He quickly found a bakery less than a block away and knew it would become part of his morning routine the first time he tasted the coffee.

After a breakfast of a fresh croissant with whipped honey butter and a cup of excellent coffee he was off again, weaving among people heading to jobs and appointments and meetings. His pace was considerably slower, his eyes roaming freely as he took in his surroundings. A block ahead he caught sight of a bus shelter, and decided he'd hop on, ride for a bit, and then jump off somewhere that sounded interesting. If adventure in the city was what you were after, why not throw yourself headlong into it?

The bus was pulling up as he approached, a stroke of fine luck since it meant he did not have to waste an unknown amount of time waiting around. His brows rose slightly as it pulled up, and he was thankful it was only he and two others waiting to get on, since it seemed to be standing room only as it was. Waiting for a moment for the couple people to get off at their stop, he allowed the others on first, then stepped on and dropped his money in the slot. With a nod to the bus driver, he made his way slowly back through the bus, excusing himself as he brushed past person after person.

His gaze settled on a spot that seemed empty enough to squeeze into, and there was a vertical bar he'd be able to hold onto as well. It wasn't until he was nearly there that Ben noticed the woman also squeezed into the spot with one hand on the bar, and with his eyes on her he didn't realize until it was too late that his hand was partially closing around hers on the bar.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

With a loud slam that shook the door frame and surrounding wall, Chelsea Collins made her exit and fury known to what was likely the entire floor of her apartment building. Not that she would have purposefully made such a racket, but at the moment of storming out her front door, the noise was the last thing on her mind. Yet another fight with her stupid boyfriend, Brandon. Moments like this made her question her move to the city to be with him; made her question why she was with him at all.

She wrapped her arms across her chest, brown hair flying in all directions as she stepped into the elevator, jabbing the lobby key several times too many. She took a moment, trying to compose herself and smooth her hair and dress down, as the elevator neared the lobby. The last thing she needed was the kind and gentlemanly doorman asking her what had happened yet again, and having to explain to him that everything was okay. That the noise complaints were nothing. That the little bruises on her wrists and sometimes along her throat were nothing, too.


Hey, that was normal, right?

Chelsea stepped out of the elevator, checking her reflection briefly as the mirrored doors closed. Her small nose and big brown eyes were complimented by the curve of her brown hair against her face and the way it flowed down her shoulders and back in soft waves. The dress she wore was tight on top and loose at the bottom where it reached her thighs; a good fit for her petite, athletic body.

She walked quietly towards the door of her building, still fuming mad, plastering a fake smile on her face as she neared Barry, the doorman. Luckily, he was quite intrigued by the crossword puzzle he was doing at his stand and didn't seem to take notice of her stalking by. She shoved the front door open, gulping the fresh air as though it was water and she had been in the desert for days. She shut her eyes briefly, enjoying the way the warm sun felt on her skin, staring to calm her, almost against her will.

Brandon wasn't the worst of boyfriends. He really did have some redeeming qualities. She knew she wouldn't have moved all the way to the city to be with him if he was really just a poisonous asshole... right? The note he had left her that morning had really gotten under her skin, enough for her to call him at work and start a fight. It had gotten completely out of hand and before she knew it, she had been screaming and eventually hung up on him. She shook her head as she neared the bus stop by her house. Maybe the best thing right now would be to take a ride around the city and get a break from everything. Luckily, she didn't have work or class today; nothing to plague her with even more stress.

"Fuck, I forgot my wallet." she blurted out, as she started up the steps of the bus. The bus driver was an older man, with kind, wrinkled eyes. "I'm sorry." she mumbled, blinking hard to fight the sudden tears that threatened to spill over her thick eyelashes.
"That's okay, darlin'. You look like you're having a hard morning. Why don't you get on back and make sure you pay next time, alright?" He smiled at her softly and she thanked him as she stumbled her way to the back of the bus.

There was only one seat towards the middle of the bus, which she took and sat in, trying to relax. Minutes later, an elderly woman entered the bus and nobody towards the front offered her a seat, so Chelsea gladly offered her her own, opting to stand near the back door, her hand straining to grasp the bar along the top of the bus.

She put in one earbud, letting the other sit along her chest, as she turned her iPod on and tried to relax. She didn't even pay attention to which bus she had boarded or have an idea where she would get off. She just wanted to go. Her eyes were closed when she suddenly felt a warm hand close on top of hers. She jerked slightly, eyes flying open, as she looked into the face of a handsome man who looked like he belonged anywhere but in the grimy city. "Oh!" she exclaimed, biting her lower lip and glancing down, as she realized she'd been staring at him for several moments.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Ben's eyes widened as the girl jerked and their eyes locked, and it was only then that he realized his hand was on hers. "Oh shit!" he blurted, his body swaying as the bus accelerated away from the curb. Shifting his hand off hers and fully onto the bar, his brow arched slightly when he saw her bite her lip and break eye contact. A curious reaction for someone that just had their hand accidentally grabbed, he thought.

His free hand moved behind his back, hitting the pause button through the pocket of his jeans and stopping the flow of music into his ears, and a slow smile curved the corner of his lips. His eyes remained on her, watching her to the exclusion of the crush of people around them even as the bus slowed for another stop, their bodies swaying in unison. More people packed on, and the crowd gathered closer around them as they pulled away from the stop. His feet shuffled a little under him, drawing Ben closer to her, and reaching up with his free hand he popped one of the earbuds out of the ear opposite hers, letting it dangle against his chest much as hers did.

Leaning forward, closing the mere inches of distance between them, he let his body drift against hers. His head moved forward, the firm swell of her breasts against his chest, and he brought his lips close to her ear. "Sorry about that," he said, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the whine of the bus engine, "I didn't see your hand there." He let himself sway with the movement of the bus, his cheek brushing against hers lightly, and then he spoke again, his voice still quiet, clearly meant just for her to ear, "I'm Ben, by the way. I didn't hurt your hand, did I?"

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea's fingers gripped the bar harder, her bicep straining to keep a firm grip of it. It was already difficult enough to hold on while on the bus, due to the constant jerking and shuffling, but her short height had her at a disadvantage. She wondered briefly if she looked like a total idiot flailing to keep a hold on the bar. As he shifted against her, she was suddenly aware of the cut of her dress against her breasts and how the hem barely covered her thighs.

She watched as he took one of his earbuds out, pressing in even closer to her, as he spoke quietly in her ear, a small shiver shooting up her spine. "Don't worry, you didn't hurt me. It was an honest mistake." she said, smiling as their cheeks touched, an electric sensation warming her cheek, "I'm Chelsea." She had briefly considered giving him a fake name, but thought better of it.

A few people got off at the next stop and Chelsea was glad to see there was a seat that opened up behind Ben. She waited a moment to see if he would take it, and moved slightly towards it as the bus started up again, but before she could sit down, the bus jerked, forcing her body to slam into his. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she held onto his shirt sleeve, her fingers curling over his unexpectedly impressive arm muscles.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Chelsea," he repeated back, nodding his head slightly, "Well, my apologies nonetheless." He allowed his body to drift a little with the bus as it slowed, losing contact with her body for a moment. Settling forward as the bus stopped, his body was a hairsbreadth from hers, so close that the two of them inhaling at the same time would bring them together again, and it was only movement behind him that drew his gaze from her.

A seat was vacated behind him, one he could easily fall into before anyone else if he wanted... but of course, doing so would mean being terribly ungentlemanly, and giving up this spot with his new acquaintance Chelsea. The pros and cons were easy to weight, and his smile grew a little as he turned his attention back to her and found her moving forward, towards the seat and, consequently, towards him.

The bus started up again just as she did, and while he swayed back a little her momentum carried her forward far more, until she was pressed fully against him. His hand gripped the pole tighter, keeping them both from tumbling down the isle of the bus, and his free arm slipped quickly around her waist, keeping her against him in a gesture that could be seen as simply wanting to stop her from falling. Whether or not it was...

Ben saw the red color her cheeks, and he swayed forward as the bus stopped accelerating, his arm around her moving her body with his. His lips were close to her ear again, his voice still low, for her ears only as he said, "Good thing I was here or you would've gone rolling down the isle." A grin curved his lips slightly, and despite the fact that he didn't need to, he kept his arm around her body, consequently keeping her body against his.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea blinked rapidly as he stopped her from falling, his arm around her, her body pressed tightly to his. Only moments ago, they'd been thisclose from touching, but now they were reallly touching, and it felt...comfortable? Chelsea couldn't explain the safe feeling she had in his arms, besides the fact that he had just stopped her from what would have been a very painful fall. Her lips turned up at the sound of his low, gravelly voice in her ear, and she smiled broadly as she felt him smile. "It's a very good thing you were here. Though, with the packed bus, I don't think I woulda made it that far."

She looked down briefly at the seat, wondering if they'd be able to squish into it. She wanted to sit down, but something in her didn't want to move away from him and the arm that was still around her. For all of five minutes, she had successfully forgotten she even had a boyfriend.

Her boyfriend. Who would be extremely displeased to know she had let a young, handsome man keep his arm around her on the bus. A stranger. A very, very attractive stranger. "So, where ya headed?" she said softly, almost a whisper, as she did not take the empty seat next to them.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Ben chuckled quietly, nodding his head slightly, his cheek brushing against hers again. "Perhaps not," he answered quietly, his arm still around her body, "But there are probably people that wouldn't want you falling into them..." his voice trailed off, and he glanced in the direction she was looking, finding the seat somehow still empty, and then his gaze slipped back to her when she asked where he was headed.

"Actually," he started, then paused, glancing back at the seat once more. A grin spread across his lips, and he tightened his arm around her body, holding her tightly against him. Moving with the shifting of the bus, he lowered himself into the seat and pulled her along with him. Once she was in his lap, his arm shifting slightly to be across her hips as it snaked around her back, the other resting against her bare legs, he looked up at her, his lips still curled in a smile.

"I'm, actually, not headed anywhere really. I'm new, so I figured I'd just go out... explore... see what I might find. What about you?"

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

He was so close to her, she could feel his warmth and smell his earthy, manly smell. He was undeniably sexy, so much so, that she couldn't remember the last time she'd noticed another guy besides her boyfriend. The way he smiled and chuckled was endearing, so was the way that he kept his arm around her, not so much in a way that gave her the idea he just wanted to touch her, but in a way that she really did feel like he didn't want her to fall and get hurt.

And then she was in his lap. Her tight, little butt was directly in his lap and all she could think about was how she'd never in her life sat in a stranger's lap like she was now. Especially a hot stranger! She was having a hard time trying to have casual conversation while she was aware of every sensation, from the feeling of her butt pressed into him, to his hand across her hip, his arm across her back, and his arm across her legs. "I, uh, I'm escaping I guess."

The bus had emptied out a little bit, a few seats had emptied scattered throughout the bus, but neither made a move for a different seat. "Didn't have much of a plan except get out of my fucking apartment." she admitted openly, shrugging.

Why was she still in his lap? There were CLEARLY other seats open nearby. Why wasn't she moving? Her heart thudded as he shifted his arm, his palm brushing the side of her bare thigh. Why had she worn this dress today of all days? It was like she knew somehow she was going to regret having so much skin on display...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

They came to another stop and the balance of people entering and exiting the bus started to shift in the other direction, the standing room only crowd emptying completely, and even a couple seats opened up. He noticed one near them was not taken and glanced up to her, watching as she noticed it as well... but still opted not to get up. A slight grin flashed across his lips at this, there and gone before she had a chance to notice it.

Ben's brow arched then at her explanation for why she was on the bus, an interesting story clearly behind her words and the peek of anger that lurked inside them. He nodded slightly at her, and the slight grin was back on his lips as he spoke.

"Well, I'd say you've at least accomplished that part of your plan. Besides," he started then paused as she shifted his arm and he felt his palm move against the smooth length of her thigh. His eyes dropped to her bare legs, and without hesitation he turned his hand over and straightened his thumb, stroking the back of it against her thigh as he turned his eyes back to her face and continuing, "It's nice to go out without a plan sometimes. You never know where you're going to end up..."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea smiled, feeling a little nervous and a hint of guilt creeping into her chest. The feeling was only made worse as Ben started stroking the side of her thigh with his thumb, very obviously checking out her legs. She attempted to shift, hoping it would help how high her dress was riding, but not only did it make it worse, she ended up rubbing her ass right up against his crotch. "Yeah, certainly didn't expect to end up sitting on a good looking stranger's lap, that's for damn sure."

She had really only wanted to escape her apartment for a little while. Normally Chelsea wouldn't even give someone the time of day on the bus - literally - yet she was sitting with this guy as if he was her lover; her boyfriend.

"I, uh, so do you have a girlfriend?" she blurted out suddenly, feeling quite guilt-stricken. But by now, the bus was filling up again and there were no free seats. This bus was a short one, so it was usually emptying out and filling up every few stops.

Why would I ask him that?!?! Chelsea mentally screamed at herself. This guy was hot as hell and interested. It's not like they were doing anything wrong. She could have a little flirty fun on the bus with a guy she'd never see again.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

As he stroked her exposed thigh, she shifted against him, the firm curve of her ass moving against his cock and stirring it to life a little even through his pants. The grin on his lips broadened slightly at her question, and he shook his head slowly, his hand sliding a little further up her thigh, thumb teasing along the hem of her dress.

"I'm afraid not," he answered, then arched a brow at her, "And what about you, Chelsea?" He paused here, his stroking thumb slipping just under the hem of her dress. He knew at this point that her answer really wouldn't change what he was doing, it was not often you ran into an attractive girl on the bus and felt this weird energy almost instantly, but he didn't plan to just let it go, boyfriend or not. Whether anything would actually come of it, he had no idea. But there was no harm in a little flirting, right?

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea shifted again, not sure if she was uncomfortable that he was touching her in that way or uncomfortable that she liked it so much. She wished she knew, because with all the shifting she kept doing in his lap, thanks to the constantly jerking bus and his hand on her leg, it was only natural that he might eventually start to be aroused.

"I..." she hesitated. Why lie? He obviously didn't care. And like she'd already decided, flirting was okay with a stranger you were likely to never talk to again! "Yeah, I have a boyfriend." She was suddenly self conscious of the fading bruises she knew marked several different places on her body, bruises that were unfortunately not from kinky bedroom play.

She set her hand down over his, as his thumb slipped under the hem of her dress, sending shivers up her spine with gentle, soft strokes. The bus was nearing the end of its route and Ben made no move to stand up. She didn't want to interrupt the moment, however, so she said nothing of it. It was strange, how they managed to share such an energy without having shared many words.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The movement of her firm, round ass in his lap, combined with the steady shaking and jostling by the bus, were working together to start a smoldering fire inside him. If she stayed on his lap like this for too much longer, he had little doubt that she'd be able to feel his growing length despite the fact that it was still captured in his jeans.

Ben's grin faded just a bit at her hesitation, which gave him an idea of the answer. Either she was about to unspool the tale of a recently bad breakup, or she was going to tell him she had a boyfriend. A quick glance at her finger confirmed that she didn't wear a ring, so a husband seemed unlikely. Either way, saying you were single was a quick answer, which was definitely not what she gave.

When she did, finally, say she had a boyfriend, he simply nodded, the steady stroke of his thumb over her smooth skin continuing. When her hand covered his, Ben dropped his gaze to their hands, then drug his gaze back up her body coiled in his lap until he was looking into her eyes again.

"So you have a boyfriend, hm? I'm guessing you don't find yourself in the laps of strange men on the bus very often, then... no?"

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea pondered what she should do. She could no longer get off the bus and go anyplace important, since the bus was headed back to her place at the opposite end of its route. And even if she could, she really didn't know that she wanted to. Her tension was easing from earlier in the morning and she felt quite... happy.

She knew she should have lied when she felt Ben shift underneath her, most likely uncomfortable with the fact that she had a boyfriend. What a tramp he must think her! "I uh," she started, watching his eyes slide down to their hands as they touched and then back up to look into her eyes, "Yes. I mean, no. No, I can't say this has ever happened to me before."

She sat there in silence, still trying to decide what to do, as the bus jolted her around, making her tense her thighs on his lap in an attempt to hold on. Was he hard underneath her? She could swear she felt something semi-hard in her lap and she doubted he had anything that size in his pocket.

"We've gone in a circle, I think... my stop is coming up again." she said with a soft, flirty smile. "And for the record, you're not strange."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

She seemed to be relaxing a bit on his lap, her body didn't feel quite as tense against him and some of the stiffness appeared to have eased out of her spine. Thankfully, she had also ceased her shifting on his lap, and while he expected that she would be able to feel him growing hard under her, he hoped that the lack of her ass basically grinding against him would let that situation abate as well.

He chuckled quietly at her answer, a sound that may've been swallowed up by the din of passengers and the rumble of the bus, and nodded his agreement. He didn't doubt it was a first for her, as it certainly was for him, and he couldn't imagine it was a situation most people found themselves in too often. If ever.

A turn in the bus caused their bodies to sway together and he felt the muscles in her sleek thighs tense on him, and he knew then that there was no way she couldn't feel him against her, a firm bulge of faded jeans against her skin. Glancing out the window, his brow furrowed slightly and he turned his eyes back to her, grinning slightly.

"A circle... it seems we have. But I think I recognize this area. This is where you got on..." he paused, lowering his gaze to his hand on her thigh, and sliding it up just slightly more, no further than an inch before his eyes where back on her face. "It's where you get off, too, hm?"

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea gulped as he slid his hand up her thigh just a little, sending warm electric shocks up her leg. The way he smiled at her told her everything she needed to know about the erection underneath her lap. It... Excited her. It should have disgusted her, but she found herself excited and even debating giving him her number.

As she leaned sideways to pull the stop cord, she nodded even though it was totally unnecessary. He knew she was getting off and she knew her ass was pressing into his semi hard cock as she pulled the cord. As he helped her stand, almost reluclantly, she wondered if he was going to ask her number. The stop was awfully close at this point and she knew she wouldn't have the guts ro ask him a thing.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He felt her move on him again, suddenly applying far more pressure and assuring that his growing arousal would not have a chance to settle before they reached her stop... and, he was certain, his stop as well. He followed her movement as she pulled the cord, indicating to the driver that she'd be getting off the bus, and at her nod he wondered if she'd realized the double entendre and was responding to it, or not.

No time to figure that out, though, as the bus slowed and pulled to the curb and she was rising off of him. His arm around her waist moved as she stood, forearm brushing not-so-lightly over the firm curve of her ass, and he let his hand slip finally from her thigh, momentarily losing contact with her for the first time since he'd first bumped into her.

Following close behind her, his body pressed up behind hers when she stopped at the door at the back of the bus, waiting for it to open. He didn't even fake an attempt at hiding the firm shape of his cock as he moved close behind her, his lips moving close to ear and allowing him to whisper to her, "This is my stop, too. Lucky me..."

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea's breath caught in her throat as he too got up. This hadn't been where he got on the bus! Why was he saying this was his stop? Was she being totally paranoid? Maybe he had plans to do something over here. Well, if he had plans to do something over here, wouldn't he have just taken the bus over here?! Her mind whirled and threw a million questions at her in the few seconds she had before he pressed tightly against her back. He left her with no question that he had gotten aroused, with the way she could feel his cock pressing against her and the way he whispered breathily in her ear.

"Oh, yes. L-lucky you." she stuttered as she stumbled towards the rear door, pushing it open as he followed her off. She didn't know much what to say, so she just gathered her thoughts as much as possible, and started walking slowly up the block towards her apartment building, wondering if he really did have something to do nearby. It had certainly been an interesting bus ride, but he couldn't possibly think that she wanted more, right? After all, she had told him she had a boyfriend.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He could hear her breath catch as he whispered to her, see her chest freeze, and leaning over her should as he was to whisper in her ear, it was only a slight flick of his gaze before he was hungrily drinking in the sight of her breasts caught up in the thin fabric of the dress she wore. A day that had began as an exploration of the city had turned into one that involved an entirely different kind of exploration, and he knew as he looked at her, felt her body against his, that he had to have her.

A grin flashed across Ben's face as she stuttered out a reply (flustered? aroused? worried? he couldn't tell, but he planned to play this out regardless), and he nodded slightly, lips still nearly brushing against her ear as he replied with a simple, low, "Mmhmm." The door opened for them then and his feet remained in place as she stepped off, watching the sunlight swallow her up, illuminating the curves of her body. His gaze roamed, openly, for a second, and then he slipped through the open doors just before the driver lost patience and closed them, the bus already forgotten as it accelerated away from the curb behind him.

He fell in step quickly behind her, matching her pace and leaving a fair and constant distance between them, perhaps as much as 12 feet of empty sidewalk separating them. His eyes remained on her as they moved, his gaze never wavering even as he had to maneuver around others walking in the distance between them. The city became background noise to their movements, his steps echoing hers only a second later, his feet carrying him to whatever four walls would allow him to strip the dress off her body and possess her.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Chelsea opened her phone to see a barrage of texts and missed calls from various people, Brandon being the most frequent name on the list. As per usual, his inappropriate and rude behavior was followed by many apologies and usually, if they were in person together, attempted make-up sex.

I miss you, I'm sorry.

I love you, Chelsea. You're so beautiful. I didn't mean to hurt you.

Baby please answer, I'm sorry

She closed her phone before she could read all of the other texts or see just how many times he had called. It was always the same. She slid her phone in her purse and held her head high, straightening her back. She knew she deserved better... but he was good to her sometimes! Shaking the thought of her boyfriend out of her head, she decided to get back to her apartment and do something fun, something to cheer herself up and get her mind off of it.

Her mind drifted back to the guy from the bus, Ben. A smile spread across her face as did a small blush. He was so handsome and so daring. The way his hand had slid up her leg, the way he whispered and touched her, it had made her want to fuck him so badly. It was a feeling she couldn't say she'd really had before. Sure, she'd had fantasies, but nothing so real and alarming like that.

She was a couple blocks away now, and closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sun on her skin, as she picked up the pace. The feeling of his cock pressed against her backside and his lips on her ear was still present and she shivered slightly, despite the hot weather.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

She didn't look back at him as they walked, not a single time thus far, and it made Ben curious. Did she know he was following her? Was she just hoping, afraid to discover he wasn't if she looked back? Or scared, afraid that he would be if she looked back. His eyes, still focused solely on her, didn't pick up in tension in as she seemed to slide her phone into her purse, making him think the third option was out. She was either into the fact that he was following her, or completely unaware.

Or...

He felt a bit like a wolf, on the prowl, hunting his prey. And he planned to devour her upon capture as well. Which made him wonder if she knew he was following her, and was playing unaware. The corollary to the thrill of the chase was the thrill of being chased, and with each step he became more convinced that this is what she was embracing as she walked along the bustling city street, her chin high.

After a moment, Ben realized the distance between them had increased by a foot or so, and glancing as her legs he noticed her pace had increased. A slow grin crept across his lips, certain it was impatience to reach her destination, eagerness for him to reach his destination - which was, after all, her body - that drove her to move quicker. He matched her pace again, closing quickly back to the same distance and then falling back in step with her.

Given the number of bus stops in the city, he knew they had to be approaching her building soon lest they be closer to a bus stop different from the one they'd both stepped off at. He had to force down his own impatience, instead letting himself remain content in the knowledge that playing this out would pay off significantly better in the end. The thrill of the hunt, indeed. Pulling in a deep breath of sun-warmed air, he walked as if strolling along a city street with no real destination in mind.

But he knew each step drew him closer to the moment he would catch his prey. Closer to the moment when he'd tear the dress from her body and fuck her.

Every step, a little closer.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Brandon would never fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked. Chelsea knew deep inside that there was something more to sex, something more exciting. She read stories on the internet and watched "extreme porn" sometimes late at night after she failed to get off during sex yet again, frigging herself in her computer chair, silently cumming with her lip caught between her teeth. It was like a dirty secret she kept, the fact that she wanted something more "kinky", She wanted to know what it felt like to be taken, controlled, and fucked till she couldn't sit straight.

Vanilla sex was okay, it's not like she never enjoyed it... she just felt something inside of her wake up during sex. Something that hadn't yet been properly satisfied.

Chelsea straightened her dress as she steered around the corner to her building, walking up to the front door, which was propped open. It was a hot day, and when the doorman was around, he usually kept it open. She didn't see him as she entered the building, but that wasn't too unusual - he liked to step out for some air once in a while.

She waited at the elevator, pressing the button with her toes, giggling as she almost lost her balance. She already felt better about today, despite the way it had started out!

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Chelsea rounded the corner ahead of him and disappeared from view for a moment, but Ben kept his pace steady, certain she'd not be waiting for him as he turned the corner. She was either unaware, or pretending to be, and gave no indication of that changing as she changed direction. Reaching the corner of the building himself, Ben was unsurprised to see her still moving along... and then stepping inside an open doorway.

He paused, a slow grin slipping across his lips when she disappeared into the building. Finally, he would have her. Resuming his steady pace, he was at the door a few moments later, pleased to see the doorman not at his post, which allowed him a much easier entrance to the building. The lobby was, luckily, empty, and he just caught sight of Chelsea as she disappeared into an elevator.

Grinning still, a small, feral thing, he hit the button to call the other elevator down to the lobby, then stepped back to watch the lights above the elevator door Chelsea had passed through as they indicated which floor it was on. He waited until it stopped, showing him which floor she got off on, and then he stepped into the waiting elevator and hit the button for her floor.

As the doors closed, Ben leaned back against the wall of the elevator, his head tilted back so he could watch the indicator showing his rise to her floor, each second draining away, bringing him closer to her. Closer to the moment when she'd know, whether she was playing at ignorance or not, that he'd been following her. That he intended to have her. Foreplay, talk of jobs and hobbies, even last names... all that could wait. For now, there was only his need to be inside her.

With a soft ding, he reached her floor and the elevator doors parted. With quiet steps, he moved off the elevator and glanced down the hall, a quiet sound of satisfaction rising in his throat when he caught sight of her again. Closer still, came the moment when he'd possess her body...

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

The thought of being ravaged filled Chelsea's mind as she rode up in the elevator. Being pounded in every position and every angle. In the shower. In the bathtub. On the bedroom floor. Against the wall. Bent over the bed. Over the sink. Over the kitchen table. She'd never had it the way she saw some of the girls take it in the videos she watched or read in the stories she found online.

These guys in the videos and the stories were happy to oblige with the apparent wishes of the women, to be taken, conquered, owned. She wanted to be fucking owned. A hand holding her down by her throat as a guy pounded into her, probably only for his own satisfaction, would likely make her cum like nothing else.

Her nipples were hard and her pussy damp when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open at her floor. What was with the sudden burst or sexual energy?! It's not like she and Ben had been doing anything on the bus. It HAD been a while since she'd had sex, however. With her boyfriend's constant issues and his desire to masturbate every five seconds, she barely got enough sex as it was.

She fumbled through her purse, trying to find her keys. "Gotcha." she murmured softly, lifting them to the old lock on her door, praying that her desire to get fucked would go away and she could concentrate on other things for the day.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The combination of the soft rubber soles of his shoes and the thin carpet on the floor of the hallway were enough to make his steps virtually silent as he approached her, and his heart began to thud harder in his chest the closer he came to her. The world seemed to slow down around him, each step in slow motion, her every movement drawn out, allowing him plenty time to think and react, to anticipate and move. Not for the first time, he felt like a predator about to capture prey. A lion hunting in the grasses, licking his chops at the sight of a sleek gazelle that would soon be his.

A step closer, and he licked his lips, moistening them. Another step, eyes narrowing slightly. Another step, blood pumping furiously through his veins, the sound of his heartbeat nearly filling his ears. Another step, and he could smell her, the scent that had filled his nostrils while she sat on his lap. A final step, and the moment was upon them. He was about to take a chance, a massive one, but it was what they called a high-risk/high-reward move. Maybe she completely freaked the fuck out and things spiraled quickly out of control. Or...

He was close, and he knew she'd begin to sense someone was near. He didn't give her time to look up and discover who it was. Closing the small distance between them quickly, he reached out and slid his fingers into her hair from the base of her neck, taking a firm grip. His body pressed to hers, his jeans sandwiched again between her ass and his cock. His other hand reached out to cover hers over her keys in the lock, not allowing her to take her hand from it.

Pressing tightly and suddenly to her body, he pinned her between himself and her door, his grip in her hair tilting her head back and exposing her tender throat to him. His mouth attacked with the eagerness of a starving vampire, lips and teeth moving against her flesh, tasting her warm skin. His cock began to grow quickly hard against the curve of her ass again, fueled by the aggression with which he was upon her, and he made no effort to hide his arousal from her as his fingers over hers worked to make her turn the key in the lock.