She’d been thinking about him all day. Not so much the person as the task.

She had awoken that morning and stumbled from bed in much her normal way, except today was different. It only took her moment s for the cobwebs to clear enough to realize that today she would finally be his. It wasn’t so much a passionate feeling as a low animalistic need.

She entered the shower and thought about the coming night’s events. She thought about his massive arms aggressively capturing her sleek body. Controlling her. She wasn’t scared.

She knew that in the end she maintained control, but she knew that if he wanted to, she would be at his mercy. In the shower, her hands crept over her body trying to imagine how it would feel for him. Her insecurities worried her less now. As her hands crept over her breasts her nipples became erect at the thought that soon, the hands on her would be much larger, much stronger. Her hands crept lower, her head tilted back, eyes closed, imagining and wanting, to be touched this way. One had slowly crept between her legs, avoiding the point where her thoughts and desires were centered and lightly caressed the inside of her thighs. Then, ever so slowly crept up towards her pussy. She parted herself now, but it was no longer her hand it was a premonition of things to come. She lightly brushed her clitoris as a bolt of energy rushed through her body making her knees momentarily weak. Back and forth she moved. Grinding onto her own hand, his hand. Then without warning she, he, penetrated her. In and out over and over, that big cock was ravishing her. Then from deep within, it started as a shudder, a small spark in a dark night, she felt her orgasm coming. More and more the picture in her mind became clear. That stranger’s cock pounding in and out of her, relentlessly, never ending, driving her to the edge. Then, almost as a great release, she came.

Memories of her morning shower lasted with her through the day. The excitement of the things to come that night made that morning’s orgasm no relief at all, but simply more of a turn on. The minutes ticked by like hours, the hours like days. The closer the time came, the more nervous, excited, turned on she became.

As they pulled in the drive, she wondered if she could go through with this. What would the environment be? “Damn” she thought, “I should have had a drink to relax a bit”. But she knew this was something she was going to do. She knew it was something she NEEDED to do. She wouldn’t let her insecurities get the best of her. She was a woman with a mission. There’d be no beating around the bush tonight, no joking around and playing games. She wanted, needed, to get fucked. Plain and simple. No love, no expectations, “just fuck me!” With her eyes set in determination, she made her way up the front lawn to the door. She knew she didn’t need to knock but made a show of rapping on the door as she opened it.
He was there, then. At the top of the stairs. She could tell that he was already aroused. He offered his normal greeting and in hindsight she might have even heard it, she might have even looked at his face as she ascended the stairs, but it was his crotch that had her attention. Nearing the top of the stairs she reached out for what, tonight, was rightfully hers and grasped his package with one hand while holding him in place with the other. She slithered up his torso, still holding him, and planted an aggressive kiss on the face that would soon be between her legs.