The Stairwell.

((This is a bit raunchy I did hold back, but didn't want to lose the effect of the story. 

I hope you enjoy it))

He watched her from the shadows as she moved across the parking lot, her short tight skirt hugging her body as she moves, so feral, like a cat slinking along her body in perfect harmony while she moved.
He watched her hips sway invitingly as her skirt hugged that firm round ass; he could feel his heart beat pick up as she moved. He had always marveled at her beauty, she was gorgeous in every way. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back almost to her ass and even in the shadowed light of the late afternoon it shone with vitality.

Slipping from the sanctuary of the shadows he moved out after her. He hurried to catch up closing the distance quickly. She entered the building going through the swinging doors into the stairwell of the hospital quickly climbing the first flight of stairs onto the first landing. He moved through the doors silently the blindfold and large cable tie in his hand, catching a glimpse of her disappearing onto the first landing and with a few large swift steps he closed the distance crossed the second landing coming up behind her midway up the second flight of stairs.

She heard only a faint rustle behind her and as she began to turn her head he grabbed her by the wrist from behind pulling her backwards instinctively she reached back with both hands to help block her fall, but she fell into his chest simultaneously he grasped her wrists slipping the cable tie over both wrists pulling it close restricting her, unable to pull them apart, her body was totally off balance she leaned precariously back, her back against his chest, she tried to took down to see her footing and the stairs, her heart leaping into her throat as she panicked and tried to struggle. Then the blindfold slipped across her eyes bringing in the darkness, she felt powerless off balance there on the stairs, her hands confined and bound behind her back, her mind reeling now that she was also deprived of her sight. Strong hands held her; she felt his strength in the grasp of his fingers about her throat, firm yet not painfully.

She felt his body move forward pushing her with him regaining her balance she could feel the strength in his taught body as he pressed up against her pushing her into the wall. She was at this unknown man’s mercy; he had total control of the situation, the panic subsiding as she struggled to think of what to do, how she was going to cope with the situation? There was no need to panic, only logical calm would save her now.

Trying to listen to the sounds about her she stopped struggling, she tried to catch his scent, feel for textures, as she struggled to identify anything that would give her a clue as to who or what was happening to her.
As he pressed up against her his hand gripped her by the hair, pulling it back abruptly, she could feel the sting of the hair pull in her loins, making her cunt and ass clench. She felt her cunt begin to seep wet with her lust. Her mind in turmoil at the way her body reacted even at this time of uncertainty and danger. Her body pressed up against the wall while she felt his hand push her skirt up over her hips, then she felt his cock pushing between her thighs rubbing up and against her moist sex as his hips thrust against her she realized that if she never struggled she would not be hurt.

Her breath caught in her throat despite her thoughts to remain calm her breathing became ragged and labored her heart drumming in her chest. “Gosh it wasn't fear that made her breathing labored it was lust” her thoughts screamed at her as she realized that she was pushing her ass backwards into his thrusting hip. She felt his warm breath on her cheek as he whispered into her ear, “don’t struggle sweetheart, you will not be hurt” She recognized that voice, she wasn't sure who it was she couldn't place it but it was a voice she knew, this helped her calm herself a little as her mind reeled, “could it be?” she thought, no sooner the thought entered her head when it was replaced with another “Gosh he is going to fuck me here” she felt his hand pull aside the thong exposing her puffy labia, the thick crown rubbing along her slit splaying those delicate folds coating his flesh with her wet lust.

Pressing back her ass wanting to feel him enter her, her lips part in a soft gasp as his crown rubbed and teased her swelling clit before finding her bubbling wet fuck hole, her flesh stretching around his engorged head then popping into her wet clasping cunt flesh as it slipped into her spasming flesh.

She heard his soft groan as he entered her, chorusing hers she felt him thrusting deep into her from behind he tugged at her hair making her back arch and her pussy clench around his thrusting meat. She couldn't believe what was happening, or how she felt, how much she wanted this? She felt like she was going to orgasm almost immediately as he thrust up and into her clenching cunt flesh, straining on the restrains as she gave into him.

Bewildered at how she felt, his voice again in her ears “are you okay?” She couldn't believe it, it couldn't be? he was so far away on the other side of the world, another continent. It was his voice, she could smell him, his scent was pleasing, a hint of cut grass and rose petals, coupled with the smell of tanned leather. She heard him groan again as she pressed her hips backwards “mmmm you are beautiful baby.” Then  the waves of pleasure began to shake her, her thighs quivering as she released, she felt his hot searing cum squirt into her filling her, dripping from her cunt mixed with her fuck juices, coating her thighs and dripping onto the floor.

He has stopped thrusting now as he held her, her body still trembling with the pleasure of her release, his breath in her ear as he pressed up against her, warm and soft the whisper so familiar, how could it be? “I love you babe” he pulled from her warm clasping cunt and the rest of their fuck juiced splattered to the floor.
She felt her hair released, the cable tie cut free releasing her hands, taking a deep breath still trembling, her hand reaching up pulling the blindfold from her eyes as she turned to see who it was, to see him for the first time, to be able to look into his eyes and hear his voice. It was him; she could never mistake that voice.

She caught movement at the bottom of the stairwell as he slipped away, her body still trembling from the pleasure, at the way she had been handled. She touched her lips perplexed, had it been a dream, was it him that had taken her so forcefully, impressing his dominance over her leaving her so wanton and needy, was it a dream? She felt the tickle of their fuck juices running from her gaping pussy, sliding down her thigh and she knew it was no dream, he was here.