Other Expectations - Accident on the Road

Often opportunism can be dangerous, but sometimes it can taste good!
A few days ago, something happened that convinced me that the maxim "nothing happens by chance" contains the purest truth about life. As usual I had taken my daughter to the subway station and returned home with a customary stop at the bakery on the way for breakfast. I took coffee and poured butterbread onto the plate in everyday voracity without realizing I was being observed.
Just as I was finishing my coffee, it occurred to me that a fair-haired woman had been examining me closely; in fact, I did not realize she entered the bakery immediately after me. After staying by my side for some time she sought out a place on the opposite side of the counter where sight and discretion were privileged.
At first, I thought it was just some curiosity related to the various tattoos that I have on my body. But after a while, her insistent gaze and her immediate detour as I tried to stare at her made it clear she was watching me with certain, shall we say, interest.
However, being a suspicious subject I found all this very strange and theorized some kind of conspiracy engineered by someone wanting to harm me. I finished my coffee, went to the cashier and paid the bill; and as soon as I left the bakery I could see that said blonde had also finished her morning meal and with unusual rapidity she walked over to the cash register leaving right after me.
I got into my car, pretending not to have noticed that she had left as well. She looked for the keys in her purse and stopped right in front of me with a disinterested look on her face. Shortly afterward, she climbed into his car (a brand-new white Pajero 4x4) and did nothing else.
So I decided to put a little rope in that situation. I started and left, heading for home; as soon as I stopped at the nearest traffic light, she did the same thing, stopping right behind me. I walked around for some time, noticing that the blonde was following me and at one point made some unexpected maneuvers until she lost sight of me.
I stopped at another traffic light and wondered about this unusual situation, what was in that woman's mind when she followed me?
The days passed, and that blonde carriage was only in the back of my mind. My routine remained unchanged except on Thursdays when because I drove around with my car and my daughter had an appointment at her psychiatrist's office there were different schedules for me to go into work later than usual. And it was one of those Thursdays where I was surprised by the same woman!
I stopped at the bakery and immediately recognized her car beside mine (after all, I had engraved her license plate). It was in one of the stalls in front of the store. I went downstairs and entered without giving any "flag" that I knew she was nearby. However, this maneuver did not succeed because as soon as I pulled over to the counter, my face fell on the woman sitting across from me.
I asked for my usual appetite and, disguisedly, savored the meal without facing the gaze of a woman who even acting very carefully was unable to hide her interest in me. I must confess that on one hand it made me proud and excited at the same time since I could never imagine such a beautiful woman as she would be interested in an attractive middle-aged man like myself; but on the other there was my suspicion that this might have been some kind of "armament" with no positive intention whatsoever.
What ensued was the same "cat fuss" as before; we almost went out together, she followed me and I missed her. When I stopped my car at an intersection waiting for a traffic light, I thought that it had been ill-considered of me to worry about discovering what this beautiful but unknown woman's intentions were.
And that's when I had the second surprise of my troubled day, because while the traffic light was closed to me, I saw her cart go across in front of me and follow it down the same street on which I would have turned for home.
As soon as I was allowed to, I turned right down the street and followed her with my car speeding up. A little farther on, I saw the blonde turning right again and without batting an eyelid did so too; it was a wide one-handed alleyway that would allow me a more hazardous maneuver; I accelerated even further and at just the right moment overtook her car, abruptly reducing its speed until braking suddenly occurred. I thought that she might crash into the back of my car, since it was a somewhat risky maneuver. But she maintained good control over her vehicle by braking within an inch or so of my bumper.
Immediately, I opened the car door and crawled towards her who, between frightened and paralyzed did nothing in reaction.
Trembling and barely able to react, the blonde managed after a few moments to open the electric glass showing herself to me; at that moment I could better observe my pursuer: natural blond, between fifty and sixty years old, face with very little markings, soft (almost discreet) makeup; she had bright brown eyes, outlined lips, slightly oval face and her apples, all framed by medium wavy hair with volume. In short, a very interesting woman.
With an insecure voice and a low tone, she tried to apologize for what I had done and really showed that she was very afraid of me; this is when I decided to make a joke with her and find out how far her interest in me would go.
I handed her a soap, asking where she was in the head when following someone like that, and asserting about the consequences of thoughtless acts such as this; speaking with such rapidity it gave no chance to justify its behavior, followed by an onslaught of insults and threats until culminating with the warning that I was a civilian police officer and therefore could very well sue you for almost criminal conduct (imagine my pose while telling her about the possibility of arrest!).
I saw the woman's eyes fill with terror, and a heavy aura hovered over her countenance; I might as well stop right there, and having had enough fun, could just turn my back on it and walk away. But to my weary conscience things went downhill, for this woman began sobbing softly, repeating continually that she owed me an apology for what she had done.
I scratched my hairless head, pondering that I had exaggerated the dose of play and felt despicable for what I'd done. I took a deep breath and after a few minutes asked her to calm down and park the car slightly in front of mine. But to accentuate all this misfortune further, I also realized she was unable to drive given her state of fear and insecurity.
I asked her to stay where she was (although, I was sure that she wasn't going anywhere), and after parking my car, I went back up to the SUV, and told her to jump into the passenger seat; she looked at me more frightened still, but immediately, I reassured her by saying I would just park properly.
I turned off the engine and looked at her more calmly, took one of her hands in my hand and noticed that it was freezing cold; my joke had ended up wreaking havoc on this beautiful woman's psychological state. And even though I felt like the worst man alive, I kept playing along just trying to give her a certain feeling that everything was all right.
Still trembling a little, but without tears in her eyes, she asked my permission to smoke a cigarette; I took the pack of cigarettes that was on the console and pulled out one lighting it into my mouth for then extending it already burning the smoke. She stretched out her uncertain hand and brought the cigarette to her mouth, sucking up an enormous long gulp. He exhaled the smoke like someone trying to put all his nervousness away.
I asked if she would like to go somewhere for a drink of water or something similar; she thanked me, and after some surprise completed it by asking whether I wasn't going to arrest her.
I took a deep breath and replied that no, I wasn't going to arrest her; she could be at ease but would never do what she had done again. Then I asked her why she had taken such an unthinking attitude of following someone without any reason. She stared me with half-concealed eyes trying for the most honest answer possible.
-Excuse me, please... <unk> she began in a soft voice and low tone <unk> I didn't want to cause any disturbance ..., don't know why, just had the urge to follow you..., is that I found you interesting ...
The sentence had no sequence; her voice was gone and her gaze dimmed as she bowed her head down. Instinctively, I reached out my hand and stroked her hair asking for a little more quietness.
Again, she began to cry and I felt like ending the farce that was cutting my heart. But on the other hand, my mind hammered with the phrase "I found you interesting"; I'd never heard anything like it... a woman had followed me because she thought I was interesting! That was something at least surprising! And also captivating.
She stopped crying and again apologized to me for what she had done. I reassured her that we'd better leave, but when I mentioned getting out of the car, I heard her voice asking a strange question:
- So, does that mean we won't see each other... ever again?
I looked at her again and after thinking for a few minutes, had a very good idea to consolidate and take advantage of that situation. So I invited her to have breakfast with me the next day around seven-thirty or eight o'clock ..., she stared at me unable to hide her surprise but after some minutes nodded in affirmation almost euphorically.
I told her to relax, that there would be no surprises in this new encounter of ours and she wouldn't have to follow me around anymore. She gave a shy chuckle and nodded as if showing understanding for my pillage.
We said our good-byes, and I took my lips up to her face for a little kiss of greeting; she accepted the kiss gladly and I could smell its soft and deliciously suggestive perfume. Without looking back, I got out of the car and started on my way home.
I spent the whole day thinking about what had happened, and more than once reflected on my own inconsistency in having invented all that police-and-chase stuff.
I thought that I could meet her the next day, and with more calmness and ease undo all those misunderstandings, feeling better comforted and able to enjoy this beautiful woman who had found me interesting.
Finally, it was Friday morning..., and anything could happen! As usual I took my daughter to the Metro station and returned as usual to the bakery for my early breakfast; I went in and ordered what I had always asked, scanning with my eyes inside the hall looking for my newest acquaintance.
I sipped my coffee with milk in small gulps, still searching the hall and the front door, but it didn't take long for me to realize that the blonde was not coming. Swallowed up a butter loaf unsatisfied by the fact that I had been wearing an apron! And when finished there remained only the bitter taste of frustration.
I was at the register paying my bill, when I was surprised by the arrival of an acquaintance and it was then that I understood why she had been delayed: She was accompanied by a man who looked more like her <unk>tio<unk>; he was older but showed some physical strength with sober looks and elegant clothing.
I paid off my morning debt, shrugged and decided that the best thing to do was touch my life because disappointed expectations are part of anyone's life. I got in my car and went away looking after my interests ..., I can not deny that I felt somewhat betrayed by what happened and that the desire to remain "interesting" for a woman is something whose relevance cannot be ignored.
A few days passed, and my daily routine didn't change at all... except for the fact that I never met such a blonde again. And what was my surprise when one morning there she stood in the bakery taking her breakfast and waiting for me!
I drank my coffee ignoring her presence, even knowing that she was watching me with a glance ..., it was clear that she wanted something ..., and I was about to find out. I hurried in savoring my morning meal and immediately ran to the cashier, paying the bill and going towards my car. I did everything so quickly that barely gave blonde chance to catch up with me, although she has been exerted, including forgetting his debit card stuck into the machine of the cash register.
I started without hesitation and followed the usual route, except of course for taking care to enter the same one-way street in which I first blocked my pursuer. Completed and curved and parked. Waited patiently even though it was not certain that she would come after me. And luckily, she did what I expected her to do.
She passed me and drove a few more meters until she realized that I was parked; she turned around and got out of the car without turning it off, stopping in front of my door.
I found out that this guy was her husband, but they hadn't been having sex for a long time (although I didn't ask about it); she said she still thought me interesting and got very excited by the fact that I am a policeman...
I strung her along until she ran out of oxygen completely, for at that moment the best strategy was to let her talk and then win her over!
Quietly, I got out of the car and approached her close enough to smell her delicious perfume and exasperated breath. Looking into her eyes, I suggested that she first park her car and turn it off. She looked at me still irritated but saw that I was not kidding; she obeyed incontinent.
While she was parking her car, I locked mine and walked over to hers; as soon as she turned off the vehicle, I ordered that she move into the passenger seat; she obeyed me without question.
I walked up to her and said that I was very excited and needed to satisfy myself; Vanessa's eyes flashed while my cock pulsed inside the bermuda, showing a blatant protuberance.
When we broke up, I made the fatal invitation: to take her to a motel ..., Vanessa looked at me with an air of weakness and after a malicious laugh retorted with an even bolder proposal.
Why don't we go to my place?
I looked at her and could hardly believe what my ears were hearing; she wanted to fuck in her house! With me! I took a deep breath, pulled myself together on the car seat and started. I looked up at her with total naturalness: "You show the way".
During the journey, Vanessa abused her luck by placing her hand on my eloquent protuberance and squeezing it affectionately. My lust for this woman was something uncontained that had been repressed for some time and I needed to vent with a fury that almost robbed me of air.
Circling a small square, she suggested that I turn on the remote control which was fixed to the door's side bracket; I obeyed and noticed when a metal gate of a house just at the end of half the curve of the square began its opening in the form of an overturning.
As soon as I pulled the knob to lower the gate, Vanessa jumped on top of me; I turned off my car and dragged her close with all my might, kissing and fondling her whole body, feeling her generous ways and enjoying what was coming.
I restrained myself long enough to get out of the car and help Vanessa do the same; just took this opportunity to shock her a little bit, with extreme agility, gave her an arm wrench by holding one of her arms backwards and squeezing without too much violence while my other hand clutched at her neck in controlled pressure.
I squeezed my body against hers, making her feel the volume in my bermuda that seemed to explode with a boner and she groaned louder as well.
I groped and pinched those beautiful buttocks, making my partner groan and gasp with desire. I pulled her back to me and in an authoritative tone of voice ordered that she be naked for me; Vanessa undressed incredibly quickly exhibiting herself before me in her delightful nudity. Her breasts were large yet very firm, with broad haloes crowned by nipples which were in the process of becoming numb. The vagina was perfectly shaved (not that I have any preference about it), and her eyes burned like two volcanoes.
At that moment, I felt an overwhelming desire to manipulate this female in every conceivable way...I wanted her, of course, but I also wanted her to savor the moments with me in a unique and special way. It wasn't malicious manipulation or even aimed at hurting or injuring her; I just wanted to have fun with her. And so I decided to set into motion that urge.
Since I was still dressed and she wasn't, that scene gave me a certain advantage; i.e., I had control of the situation. I ordered her to come closer to me - curiously Vanessa was naked but still wearing those beautiful high-heeled shoes which were in no way different from the clothes she wore that morning. I asked her to stand close enough for me to smell her feminine scent in the heat, admiring once more this exuberant body then commanding her to kneel before me.
Vanessa, who appeared to be in a trance, obeyed without any hesitation. In her own way she seemed to have understood my intention and like me was finding an idea delicious. I looked at her and with no loss of focus on his gaze, took off my shirt and after some minutes so that he could appreciate the "landscape" of my tattooed chest, did the same with my bermuda, exhibiting my pulsating and swollen manhood.
Vanessa's eyes brightened even more and her face clearly demonstrated how excited she was. I walked slowly up to her, letting the hard roller sway back and forth in a shameless provocation. Near her, I held my mast by its base and rubbed it against her face, taking care that every time she intended to pounce on him I would push him away from her causing an atmosphere of enormous tension.
There was a moment when I clearly realized that my partner had gone mad with desire, bordering on an almost uncontrollable fury, but nevertheless I kept up the give-and-take joke. After some time, I pointed the roll to her mouth and ordered her to lick it without however daring to suck it. Vanessa obeyed, licking his cock like a schoolgirl licks ice cream, gulping and panting.
Going on, I ordered her to caress my balls with one hand, which she obeyed like a dominated girl. I played with it until my desire also spoke louder, and after several more licks, told her to suck it willingly. She did so with unique mastery and dedication, denoting that no hard roller had been used in her mouth for long time. I stroked her hair and again pulled them between the fingers, implementing greater speed into the back-and-forth movements of her delicious mouth.
Without any warning, I took the scroll from her mouth and grabbed it sharply by one of her arms, leading her toward the front door. In the spacious and sumptuous living room, I threw her on a long wide couch, ordering that she should lie flat for me; approached this beautiful butt, and without any warning began to pat my rolled buttocks until they were red-hot. Vanessa groaned at every stroke with an exclamation: "That's nice!"
In this climate, Vanessa joked a few times and I thought it was fantastic. She started begging me to penetrate her with my hard roll saying that she needed to feel my mast inside of her.
Vanessa screamed and moaned loudly, cursing me and asking for more ..., it was paradise to me; she was dominated by the male who could do whatever he wanted with her. I shook that little mouth until I couldn't any longer and then pulled the roll out, ordering him to suck on it and lick with dedication.
That's it, little bitch... suck and feel the taste of your mouthpiece in his mouth!
Vanessa sucked and licked without offering any resistance, while I delighted in that unforgettable image. With the same rudeness as before, I made her stop sucking me, and once again ordered her to lie on all fours with her butt facing towards me. I squeezed her buttocks between my fingers, pushing them away from each other and revealing the gullet where her incessantly blinking anus was located.
-No, please ..., in the ass, no! <unk> Vanessa pleaded guessing what was to come <unk> No one ate my butt, I know it hurts a lot ... , no, please!
I ignored my partner's complaints and wails, and after spitting into the hole pointing at it with a roll-up pinched its glans carefully slowly so that she could feel the stick tearing her forearms. Vanessa screamed, shouted, cursed but was unable to escape my attack as I tightened even more on the flesh of her butt preventing any escapist movement.
I let her feel the glans inside her bowels to then proceed in anal penetration without pity or mercy; with every advance that I made, my partner complained and squealed and then begged me to stop. Incredibly enough, I didn't sympathize with his whining, just delighting myself by fucking that beautiful asshole.
Before long, my bangs were lodged inside the anus of my partner and without any unexpected movement I ordered her to caress my balls with one hand underneath it. Vanessa obeyed and gently squeezed his scrotum that was creepy and full of cock.
The first stabs were long, causing much more pain than pleasure; but as they became quicker and stronger Vanessa gave clear signs that the pleasure had overcome the pain until she begged him not to stop fucking her.
My partner made a number of jokes, making me feel fulfilled and at one point I decided it was time to change the game. With a quick movement I took off my hard top, causing Vanessa to groan like crazy and ordered her to stand with legs spread wide open then began massaging her swollen clitoris providing more orgasms of equal intensity.
And the more she asked, the more I gave; until there was a moment when Vanessa told me that she had to urinate. I looked at her with an evil smile on my lips and ordered her to pee right there. She stared at me in astonishment and shook her head in denial. I intensified the movements by commanding her to do what I'd said. Vanessa still resisted and even tried to take my hand away from her vagina.
I grabbed her hand tightly and turned it back, squeezing painfully and repeating my order. Vanessa mocked once more by succumbing to my control (she was my little toy and knew that very well!); she then spread her legs wider and let the spray drain at first timidly but then resembling a falling waterfall.
I rubbed his cheek without ceremony, letting her urine run down my hand and causing him an unknown sensation of pleasure; the whole body of my partner shivered and she had no control over its movements and gestures, giving in to orgasm whose intensity was indescribable. At last I let go and Vanessa collapsed on the couch defeated by fatigue from so much pleasure.
However, I looked at her and said that we hadn't finished yet; after all my roll was still hard and ready for battle. Vanessa, exhausted as she might have been, seemed to be rejuvenated when I swung the roll in front of her sweaty face. I told her to get up and stick her body against mine. Then I told him to take the roll by its base using only his thumb and index finger on one hand.
She obeyed with a look between surprise and curiosity.
I looked at her and explained that she should tighten the circle around the base of the roller, taking care not to exaggerate in force. Vanessa obeyed as I ordered her to look into the glans which within a few moments doubled in volume pulsating even more intensely.
Vanessa was amazed at the effect that just two fingers had on my anatomy; without taking my eyes off her, I proceeded to masturbate myself by ordering her not to decrease pressure around the roller.
After a few minutes, my partner settled in and took care of the role herself by tightening her base and giving me a delicious hand job while I tasted her stuffy nipples, sucking on them, lickin' 'em and gnawing at them gently as she played with her vagina, massaging and squeezing out her clitoris and making her have some more fun.
It was a beautiful thing to see and feel, but after some time I announced to Vanessa that the orgasm would come. She accelerated her hand-wringing, and after a while I threw her onto the couch, climbed up on top of her and finished "the job" with an uncontrollable ejaculation all over her body as hot viscous jets projected themselves into her skin, causing my partner to have this strange sensation in which she groaned and hissed and asked for more.
When I had finished, and felt that my roll was still hard, I ordered Vanessa to lick it up and suck it off, which she promptly obeyed. And as the banga persisted in maintaining her "always on guard" stance, I threw myself upon my partner, penetrating with voluptuousness. We fucked a little bit more, enjoying moans, sighs and interrupted breaths of disconnected words.
Vanessa was laughing like crazy and I enjoyed her ecstasy with great pleasure and satisfaction.
Overcome by fatigue and the weight of old age, I pulled out my partner's still-waterlogged vagina roll and lay down beside her, snuggling close to her warm sweaty body. Vanessa had a sweet smell that intoxicated me and kept me aroused.
We stood there laughing and enjoying the moment after so much pleasure. I played with their nipples, pinching them, sucking and licking without any ceremony. Vanessa in turn played a role that was still at an intermediate state between former hardness and gradual fading away. We kissed each other and Vanessa confessed she loved this unmissable fuck and said she wanted more.
Immediately, I replied that it was impossible to miss the opportunity of making her feel extreme pleasure and then confessed to him that he wasn't a policeman ..., Vanessa smiled and answered that little mattered but gave us gas in our relationship.
It was almost fourteen o'clock when we parted with the promise of a new encounter full of excitement and sensation. Vanessa walked me naked to my garage, insisting that she take me back where I had left my car. I thanked her but said it wasn't necessary. She boldly squeezed my dick over Bermuda cloth and asked in childlike eyes if we would meet again.
I assured her that it was, and that only your denial could prevent me from seeing you more often and fucking with you as much as possible. Instinctively Vanessa pulled down my bermuda and took the scroll in her hand massaging it vigorously. My "child" stood aloft announcing she's ready for whatever comes next.
She made fun of me, I cleaned up as best I could and walked away satisfied, fulfilled and believing that a good opportunity can actually be very tasty!