losing control

Clare headed to her workplace, she had to take a bus and things got harder than expected.

There was a gentleman in a business suit and briefcase sitting waiting, the man was around 45 years old, about 1.60 tall and had started to lose hair, he was skinny, beardless and gaunt-faced, in short he looked like a middle-aged employee of any office and if he had a bad time, a normal Claire would see him as an almost repulsive person in terms of charm but as has been said several times her hormones are not in normal conditions.

Clare had trouble concentrating, her gaze would often fall on the man's crotch or his face and her head would fill with images of the man taking her and ....

The man looked at her confused, as if he had understood her interest and did not find it possible.

after a few minutes of awkward silence, the man approached and spoke to her.

Man: Miss, are you okay? He's staring at me strangely.

The man's voice was very low, like his self-esteem.

Clare: No... I have a fever, you should stay away from me.

but mentally she wanted the man to jump on her and make her his.

The man took a few steps away.

The man: Miss, if you're not well, maybe you should take a taxi?

Claire: No, thanks, it's only a couple of stops.

The man: Are you sure? He's shaking.

Claire felt the heat become unbearable, she had to let off steam, she walked away into an alley, trying to hide.

she didn't notice that the man was following her worriedly.

he turn a corner and put a hand to his mouth to hold back his moans and with the other he began to touch himself.

the man cleared the corner and saw her and was shocked and red as a tomato.

man: miss I'm sorry I'll leave you yours...

he was interrupted, Clare grabbed him and pulled him towards her starting to kiss the collar of his shirt

the man looked stunned. let's face it if you were as ugly as him you would be too.

trembling the man didn't know what to do while the woman began to fiddle with his belt.

Man: Dave be a man.

he was probably convincing himself not to miss an opportunity like this despite the obvious strangeness.

Dave: I started to take off his tie, Clare had pulled down his pants and grabbed his cock that had started to harden.

Dave whispered: slow down, I'm not that used to...

he was interrupted by the hungry Clare who pressed herself against him pushing him against the wall.

Clare's hand was sliding on Dave's cock, he was intimidated by her, after all she was taller than him and good looking and she was looking at him like you look at a steak after fasting for days.

she pulled off her panties, leaving him exposed, his cock at attention.

Dave: miss this.. I think.. I think.. is too fast.

Clare let his pants fall to the floor along with his underwear.

Dave: oh god...

Clare held him pressed against the wall with her arms and began to grind her hips against his cock, trying to slide it inside her.

Dave was purple and decided to grab his cock and slide it into Claire's pussy who spasmed with pleasure.

Claire started riding him for about ten minutes, she didn't stop even when Dave came inside her, only when she had her orgasm did she start to come back to her senses and understand what she was doing.

She pulled away from Dave, pulled her pants back up and ran away, leaving a confused but happy Dave in the alley.

Claire saw her bus pull up to the stop and got on it.

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