Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

His head snapped around toward her and his dark eyes ran up and down her body for a second before he nodded slowly. Julie suddenly felt naked and very vulnerable. Her first instinct was to turn her back to him but his eyes were now locked with hers and she couldn’t move.

“You are so beautiful,” she heard him whisper softly. “Like a wet princess from a dream.” Julie had no reply to that, but her body did as she blushed hotly.

The young man smiled knowingly and dropped his eyes as he got to his feet. Gingerly, he made his way closer to Julie. “This marble is slick,” he muttered softly to himself.

Julie nodded and moved farther back into the alcove to make room for him, or to put more distance between them. Probably both she realized, as his eyes once again roamed freely and hungrily over her wet dress and body. The thought that she should try to cover herself darted through her mind but her arms and hands wouldn’t move. Something inside her wanted him to see her, to tease him. She shied away from thoughts along that line, a heavy shiver running through her body, along with another surge of heat between her thighs.

His body gave a sudden shake and he turned his back to her and looked out into the pouring rain. “It looks like we’re going to be here awhile,” he said in a soft voice. “I love the rain but this is ridiculous, I can’t even see across the street.”

Julie was looking out into the rain also, but not at the rain. She was looking for traffic on the street and didn’t see any. In fact, she didn’t remember seeing any before the rain started. A shiver of anxiety ran up and down her body as she realized she was completely alone with this total stranger. He could be anything from a murderer to a rapist, or he could be a totally sweet, harmless guy.

The way her luck had been going lately, it was probably the former. Shivering again, she moved back farther into the alcove and leaned on the glass door, feeling its coldness through her wet dress. She studied the stranger’s back for a moment and then the area on either side of him.

Should she try to make a dash for it? Could she make it past him? Would he take that as fear and chase her? Would he then know how scared she felt? So many questions and so few answers. Greg had appeared to be a nice guy and hadn’t been. Was this guy the same way or just the opposite?Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He turned back toward her and stood there watching her closely. He seemed to be thinking about something deeply, a frown of concentration on his brow. He shook his head and took a step toward her. “I’ve got two papers due on Wednesday and I didn’t need this shit. It’s bad enough that I have to work on them all weekend but now I’ll be stuck here for who only knows how long. Trying to go to school and working two jobs to make ends meet is getting to be a real drag,” he said, an edge of anger creeping into his voice.

Julie heard herself whisper in a tiny, scared voice, “I’m sorry.”

The young man looked at her sharply for a second and then he laughed as he said, “It’s not your fault that I come from poor white trash.” He paused again and then added, “Come to think of it, it ain’t my fault either. A person can’t pick their parents.” His eyes went back to wandering over her body and he took another step toward her.

Julie was cornered against the door and the plate glass display window. She could only raise her arms and cross them over her breasts. She was surprised at how warm they felt under the wet cloth. Her mind searched frantically for something to say that might protect her. Something that might get his mind off of her and his problems.

Suddenly, the young man stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head and her back tighter against the glass. The strap on her purse slid down to rest on her shoulder. He held her there as his eyes roamed over her breasts and then moved up to look directly into her eyes.

“Where have you been dressed like that?” he asked, sharply. “Does it make you feel all hot and horny to run around in that thin little dress with nothing on under it?” His eyes returned to her breasts. “What were you doing, teasing all the men?”

Julie stammered trying to overcome her fear enough to explain to him what had happened to her.

“Maybe you’re nothing but a dirty little slut out for a fast and furious fuck and suck,” he whispered harshly as he bent forward and kissed her roughly on the lips.

Julie made a sound of protest against his mouth and tried to turn her head, only to have him push upward on her arms until her toes were just barely on the ground. Her arms against the side of her head kept her from turning it. As he pressed his body against hers, she found herself helplessly hanging from her wrists and sandwiched between him and the glass of the door.

The kiss was urgent, wanton, and very powerful. A kiss like none she had ever encountered. This was no schoolboy giving a girl a kiss. This was a man taking what he wanted, demanding it.

His body was hot where it was pressed against hers, hotter than even her breasts had been earlier. There was an even hotter point where his manhood was pressed against her hip. His thigh slipped between her legs and pressed against her sex. Suddenly, she was very aware of her own heat and a moan escaped her throat.

He broke the kiss and searched her face. Julie was surprised to find her breathing was harsh and ragged. “So you like it rough, do you?” he whispered, a hard look crossing his face.

Julie quickly shook her head and struggled to get loose. He pressed himself tighter to her and gave a harsh sounding chuckle deep in his chest before he whispered, “Oh yes, you do.” Julie shook her head again and tried to struggle but he was just too strong. Fear was clouding her brain and freezing her body.

He shifted his position slightly and then held her wrists with one hand, while he undid the snaps holding the strap on her purse. Her purse fell to the ground. He pressed forward, mashing her body even tighter to the glass. His head was beside hers and she couldn’t look up to see what he was doing. Then she felt the strap wrap around her right wrist and then a moment later it wrapped around her left. She struggled but again he was just too strong.

Unexpectedly, he stepped back, releasing her. Julie felt her toes touch the marble but then her arms were pulled tight as she started to flee. Her feet slipped and all her weight went to her arms, the straps, and snaps biting into her wrists.

Julie’s head jerked up to see the strap over a bracket above the door and snapped around each of her wrists. Getting her toes back under her, she pulled and jerked at the strap. “No!” she heard herself yell.

“That’ll hold you,” he said quietly, as his hands came up and lightly brushed over the front of her dress.

Julie tried to move back but couldn’t move far. Then she tried to kick him. When she did, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them gently at first as he once again pressed his body against hers and then he squeezed harder. “Hold still,” he told her, as he applied even more pressure.

Julie gasped from the force with which he squeezed her breasts as a bolt of pain pleasure coursed down her body to pool between her thighs. Her body gave a shivering shake and he released her breasts. Her breasts tingled and throbbed. Confusion reigned as Julie’s mind tried to sort out the fears and the feelings.