An encounter of maybe ten seconds. This morning it had been an otter - tomorrow?But that morning almost two years before had brought something else. T...ere was a natural lookout I loved to sit in on the edge of a bench seat. It overlooked the tidal reach of the river - a perfect vantage point. It needed a detour and a small climb to get there. A hidden secret spot I thought of as mine. At least I thought I was invisible, thought it was secret but another thought so as well.I was engrossed in. ."Then there came this gentle pulsing sound... try as we might, it filledour heads... I felt the world fading... drifting... I was told to openmy eyes and look at the ceiling. I did so. Something was on my hed now,earphones were being attached. Voices saying something about methods tomake the basic neural patterns malleable... these words meant nothingto me... I just looked as the pulsing grew larger... larger... slowlydrawing me in...It became a door... I was walking through it. I was naked.... I won't make you fuck me..."I wanted to use that strategy to get him to get so close to my pussy that he would give in and get his fat one right up me. I've had so much sex and so many lovers, but I don't remember ever feeling quite like that againGetting fucked was was still part of my plan. If I wasn't going to get fucked like a real woman this evening, I was going to give him my ass If not my ass, something else. I was turned on. Before mom came back and maybe after, I was going to get. You surprise me when you begin writhing on me again a few minutes later. I feel your kiss, desperate and hungry for me. Wrapping your legs around my waist, I stand, pushing your back against a wall. I thrust into you, hard and deep, the pain you felt when I first entered you had disappeared. You cling to me as I drive deep into you, taking your breath away, watching your firm breasts bounce with every thrust.You try to tell me something but it only comes out as breathy gasps..