I stepped down from the commuter train platform and hurried my way up the busy sidewalk. The rush home never took too long - home to my cat and a warm TV. I passed loads of people, half were rushing home after work like me. The other half were young folks loitering about. A leggy young girl dressed in a naughty catholic schoolgirl outfit caught my eye. It was not a real schoolgirl outfit. For one thing she was a few years too old - 19 maybe - and for another the skirt was way too short. The wind up-ended the scant plaid fabric showing her black panties several times as I watched.
I stopped to buy an evening paper as an excuse to pause and look at this young woman some more. I couldn't help it. I'm 47, alone, and shy. Besides Baywatch and the Internet, seeing women on the street was about as close as I ever got to sex anymore.
But then she spotted me looking at her. I looked back to my wallet and paid for the paper. I looked back up at her, casually. She smiled and turned a circle for me, giving me a view of her figure from every angle. She was firm, agile, and fully packed. I was hypnotized, like a rat by a snake! I stepped toward her, and she toward me. Her long legs ate up the distance fast and before I knew what was happening she snatched my wallet from my hand.
The spell broke. She towered over me and stood very close. I grabbed for my wallet but she moved her hand and I missed. She dangled it over my head and giggled. I snatched for it, but she moved it again. I leaped and hopped a few times, but standing flat footed she easily kept it out of my reach.
"You want this?" she asked waving it in my face, tapping my long nose with it. I snatched at it and missed again. She had very fast hands.
"Give it to me." I snarled, getting mad now.
"Come and get it." She whispered then broke into a dash up the sidewalk.
I was stunned! In a matter of seconds she was a block away! There was no way I could catch that gazelle! But she had my wallet. I had to give chase.
I ran after her and started to close the gap as she waited for me, leaning against a metal pipe fence near a park. I was almost on her when she hiked a foot up onto the fence and leaped over.
I ducked under the pipe and continued. She ran lazy figure eights, sometimes slowing to let me catch up, only to put on a burst of speed and leave me behind in the fading light. Eventually, as my wind was failing me and a stitch grew in my side, she took her stand in a grove of trees in the middle of the park. Darkness fell. The rest of the city seemed a mile away.
I huffed and puffed my way up to her. As I approached I saw her pull the money from my wallet, unbutton the top two buttons of her white blouse, and slip the cash into her already overburdened bra. Then she pulled out my driver's license and started reading it.
I came hobbling up and stopped in front of her, my hand out and gasping for air.
"Your only 5' 9" and 145 pounds?" She asked. "Jeez! I have three inches and fifteen pounds on you! Wow! And you're old! You could be my dad!" She smiled down at me, fresh as a daisy. I was just starting to recover. She say my out-stretched hand. "Oh. Did you want something?" she asked in an mock-innocent voice.
"My wallet." I gasped. "Game's over. Give it back. And my money." She just laughed. My blood pressure rocketed. "If I were your father, young lady, I'd have you over my knee!" I snarled.
"Oh a spanking?!" she giggled. "I'd like that! Too bad you're not man enough." She raised her skirt and slipped my wallet into her panties, then dropped her skirt back down. She suddenly got serious, and a little threatening. "You want your wallet old man? step up and take it." And she raised her fists.
I must admit, I was intimidated by her size advantage. But that soon melted away. I was going to spank this girl, grab a cheap feel, and have my wallet back. I stepped forward.
I never saw it coming. She planted her left fist in my right eye. It was just a quick jab, but it was so perfectly placed that it raised sparks and popped my head back. I stepped back and raised my hands. Three more punches landed before I could move - two in my left eye and another in my right. I staggered back against a tree. The girl danced up to me.
"Come on old man! What are you waiting for! Show me what you got!" I wiped the tears from my eyes to clear my vision. As I dropped my hands she slapped me across the face open handed, left, then right, hard stinging slaps. "Come on!"
I was mad as hell! I lashed out at her with a left hook, intending to drop her. She danced out of the way and returned a shot to my mouth. I tasted blood. I swung again for her head she ducked and I staggered past her. She let me recover myself, then landing several lightening fast jabs to my face. There was just no way to block her attack! I didn't have the reflexes for it!
She pummeled my face until I backed into another tree. Sparks danced before my eyes with every punch. I mounted a desparate attack, swinging hard and fast for her head. This time she didn't side-step; she blocked each punch and returned one of her own - only hers landed bouncing my head back against the tree.
I lashed out and finally connected once to her ribs. She grunted and dropped her guard. I swung at her head but she ducked back. My momentary advantage was already lost.
"You gonna play rough now?" she asked. I could hardly see, my eyes were so swollen.
"Please miss." I begged through bloody lips. "Please let me go."
She leaned into me and unloaded a ton of punishing blows to my stomach just under my ribs. She softened me up like bread dough. Snot shot from my nostrils as she kept hammering. I felt as if I would puke.
When she finally stepped back I fell to the ground at her feet. I sucked for air in the dirt. I saw my wallet drop. Then I saw her panties drop. Then she kicked me over onto my back.
I have a rather prominent nose. She planted her knees on my elbow, her hands on my stomach, her ass cheeks on my forehead, and slid her quim over my long nose. As I struggled to breathe enough just to remain conscious, she humped my face. First slow, then jerking faster and faster. She snarled and gritted her teeth, stifling her screams. When she came her goo filled my sinuses and overflowed onto my face.
In the secluded dark, in the middle of that public park, she came on my face several times. When she was done she too was panting hard. After a while, she slid down to sit on my chest in a schoolgirl pin. She dripped onto my shirt, soaking through to my chest. Wordlessly she used her panties to wipe her cum from my face and into my gaping mouth. I swallowed. She held her wet panties in my mouth and I licked them clean. Then she put them on, tucking my wallet back into the band.
"That was fun." she said in a dreamy voice. My cock was rock hard, trying to burst from my pants! "You have such a nice nose, you don't even need a dick." she giggled as she straightened her mussed up hair. I gritted my teeth. I could see she had no intention of freeing my cock from its pen.
"May I have my wallet back, please." I begged.
She stood up, then helped me up. "No. Not yet." she said. "We need to make a stop first." She walked me back to the street and into a ritzy department store - the kind I can't afford. To my mounting horror, she started piling my arms full of women’s clothes! Panties, stockings, bras, skirts, enough for a full wardrobe!
"Please!" I whispered. "I can't afford this!" She pulled out my VISA card.
"I hope you're paid off." she returned as she slapped it onto the counter. The credit was approved, but not by much.
The sales woman handed the girl the receipt. The girl slid it over to me. I looked up at the sales woman - another tall one but older - almost my age. She was smirking down at me, knowingly. I grew angry with her and was about to ask her what she was staring at. Then I saw my face in the mirror - walking hamburger.
"You better sign." said the sales clerk, "You don't look like you can take any more abuse." I hung my head and signed. "Thanks, angel." she added to the girl. "You're one of my best customers."
"See you next week, Sylvia." said the girl. "Do you want this one?"
Sylvia looked me over. "There doesn't seem to be much left."
"He's untouched from the waist down."
"Hmmm." Sylvia eyed the huge unsatisfied bulge in my pants. "Sure then. Hand him over." She tossed my wallet to the older woman. Sylvia stuck it in her bra and motioned me toward a dressing room door. Her arm was twice as thick as mine, I noticed.
"Have fun!" said the girl as she staggered out under her boxes and bags.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire for you, little man." snarled Sylvia as she followed me into the back room.