She comes to him

There was a moment's hesitation before the woman stepped into the alley, walking towards Hunter with tentative steps, her face taut and nervous, her lower lip still bitten between her teeth.

She was a slender woman in her mid to late thirties, Hunter saw, dressed in tight black pants and and a loose white top that covered what appeared to be modest breasts. Her short black jacket was open, her hair dark and loose to her shoulders, a pair of medium heeled open toed sandals on her feet. She swayed slightly as she approached, her eyes never leaving Hunter's face until she stood before him, an arms length away.

He could see nervousness in her face, as well as confusion and excitement. He took a step closer and she gave a sharp gasp of indrawn breath and took a half step back from him. He gave her a feral grin and reached out one hand to touch her cheek with two fingers. He slid his fingers down her neck and felt her quiver, felt the pulse beating in her throat, caught the aroma of her excitement and anxiety.

He couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe her unprovoked reaction to him. Her hormones must be on overdrive he thought, even as he asked himself what he was doing, ordering this perfect stranger to follow him into an alley where he was going to....

Where he was going to what, he asked himself. Was he really contemplating fucking this strange woman in an alley beside some foul garbage dumpsters? He should be at work, not playing around like this, his rational mind lectured.

Take her, another, animal part of his mind commanded. Take her as is your right. Take her and fuck her like the bitch in heat she is.