Sheila was too shocked to move. She was also turned on. The thought of some stranger feeling on her in the dark, not knowing who he was, excited her. Sheila held still and waited to see what would happen.
The large hand slowly crept towards her breast. Sheila fought the urge to turn towards him. The hand roamed around the fabric covering her tit. He was silent and slow, taking his time to keep from waking her up. Being awake when he thought she wasn't also turned Sheila on. It added a certain voyeur element to her arousal.
After a few minutes of roaming and searching the hand retracted. With the lace shirt and the dress, not to mention her bra, there were just too many layers of clothing to get through to feel her bare breast.
Sheila remained still, waiting to see what the stranger would do next. The anticipation and lack of control adding to her lust. The brief moments it took for the man to resume his search felt like hours to Sheila. Then she sensed movement and felt a hand brush up against her backside. Giving up on trying to get through the clothing to her breast, the man had found easier access to flesh.
The hand slowly rubbed, then cupped her ass. The stranger was still trying to keep from waking her, but Sheila could tell his lust was overcoming his caution. She waited as the hand ever so slowly pulled the back of her dress up. The only thing keeping him from flesh now was her small lace thong.
The hand stopped for a few moments. Sheila assumed he was steeling his courage again. Then she heard the zipper. Adrenaline ran up her spine, exploding in her brain. The front of her thong was damp with her wetness. She had expected to be groped, but now this man had his cock out. The excitement was almost too much to take.
There was a smell of tequila as the man sighed heavily, and then fingers traced her thong up the crack of her ass. "Shh, Papi take care of you," The man whispered, more to himself than to Sheila.
The fingers crept down her thong to the front. The man had to notice how damp the crotch of them was. Slowly the fabric was pulled to the side and a finger explored the outline of her lower lips. Still moving slowly, assuming Sheila was still asleep, he applied some pressure and the finger slipped into her drooling pussy.
Sheila fought hard not to make a sound. She knew deep down that she was a demented slut, but she didn't care. She wanted this stranger to use her. To take her and use her body however he wanted to. Maybe it was the tequila she had earlier, maybe it was the boredom with her marriage, maybe she just had deep seeded emotional problems. She didn't care. Right now all that mattered was sex.
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