Late May in the garrigue. Sun dips slow behind stone walls. Empty path winds to the new villa I’m finishing. Alone inside, 28, ripped from boxing and hard labor. Picnic done: bread, sausage, Coke. Crash on sleeping bag under tarp. Phone silenced. Peace.
Door creaks open. Forgot to lock. Voices. Guy drags girl in. She’s fighting. ‘No, I won’t fuck you like the others!’ He rips her shirt, grabs her tits. ‘Gonna fuck your pussy and ass, bitch.’ She’s screaming. Heart hammers. Not thieves—rapist.
The Awakening: Pulse Racing Toward the Edge
Lamp blasts light. ‘Let her go!’ He charges. Punches wild. I dodge, counter hard. Fist cracks his jaw. Kick to balls. Knee to face. Nose explodes blood. He’s down, groaning. Make him strip naked. Pockets out, phone pics of his pathetic dick and ass. She snaps shots, trembling.
He escorts her home in boxers. I time him. She calls: safe. ‘You’re hot, Audrey. Wish I’d held you down for him—fucked you deep. But no.’ Hung up, cock twitching at the thought.
He returns. Give back stuff. ‘Forget her. Or I hunt you.’ Gone. Find her gold necklace, broken clasp. Envelope it.
Scooter hums outside. Door bangs. Lamp on her. ‘Lost something?’ Hand her the necklace. Eyes wide. ‘How to thank you?’ Pulse jumps. Forbidden heat builds. Air thick. Her torn top barely hides perky tits. Legs long, skirt riding up.
‘Take your clothes off.’ No, wait—’You. I want you. But go, or I’ll rape you like he tried.’ She freezes. Then: ‘If it’s me you crave, I’m yours.’ Cock surges hard. Thigh muscles tense. This trespasser, now offering pussy. Adrenaline spikes. Secret rush.
The Act: Raw, Visceral Surrender
Grab her. Lift easy. Lay on bag. Lamp side-lit, shadows dance. Peel blazer, polo up—no bra. Small firm tits, nipples stiff. Jeans off, boxers gone, shirt tossed. Hands knead breasts. Pinch nipples. She shivers, moans low.
Kiss light. She crushes in, tongue fucks my mouth. Skirt up, panties yanked. Pussy bare, wet fur. Thumb circles clit. She bucks. Mouth dives: lick slit, suck clit. Juices flow. Tongue spears hole. Gush hits.
She pulls me up. Guides cock to lips. Slam in. Tight, hot grip. Pound steady, then wild. She claws ass: ‘Faster!’ Cries out, cunt spasms. Milk me. I flood her deep.
Lamp off. Sweat cools. Bliss hums. ‘Go home.’ She dresses. Last kiss. Waves goodbye. Secret sealed.
Days later, hand keys to family. Audrey there, necklace gleaming. ‘Fragile clasp—easy to lose in a scuffle.’ She blushes crimson. Knows. I smile. Unknown face to her then.
Months pass. Memories burn: dark fuck, family reveal. Text her number. Sparks fly. Two years: shacked up, kid born. Wedding bells. But that night? Pure taboo fire. Saved her, owned her anonymously. Thrill lingers. No one knows how it started—raw, illicit, mine.