The Security Guard & the Sexy Wet Horny Tresspassing Tease

The Security Guard & the Sexy Wet Horny Tresspassing Tease

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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A lone security guard on a remote isolated building site, encounters a beautiful intruder who makes an indecent proposal.

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A lone security guard on a remote isolated building site, encounters a beautiful intruder who makes an indecent proposal.

Chapter1 (v.1) - One Dark Wet Night

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In security work you have many a fantasy about the type people you'll encounter. Even after years in the job nothing prepared me for this!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 18, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Chapter 1

It all started one very cold, wet, and dark night; I was working a shift on a building site. Not one of my favourite places to work, but for someone in my line it’s just another assignment and money to pay the bills. The only problem is – it’s right out in the middle of nowhere, I’ve got no signal for the security cell phone or my own. And no working land line in what is laughingly called an office. The site has been burgled a number of times now for copper piping, building materials, and just about anything else thieves can lay their hands on.The site is poorly lit, covered in gaping holes of varying depths and equipment is strewn everywhere. Talk about easy target! What I do have however is a pathetic excuse for a site torch and a metal topped pick axe handle given to me by the off going day guard. Like I said – not one of my favourite of places to look after.


And to cap it all it has just started to pour with rain. Heading back to my office after a patrol, I hear something, at first I tell myself it’s the wind but then I catch a glimpse of movement, the unmistakable shadow of a figure. I place the almost useless torch quietly on the floor and pull out my own pocket security torch. Taking firm hold of the pick axe handle I crept slowly to the side of my office; to the rear of which is a wire fence running parallel to an unlit footpath. I see a figure moving within the compound; my heart is beating fast, adrenaline surges through my body. In a moment I jump out shine the small torch at the figure raising the pick axe handle ready to strike.


‘Don’t fucking move you thieving bastard!’ There is scream, a woman’s scream. Shining the torch down I see the figure of a young woman laying on her back holding up her hands.


‘Don’t urt me — Please! I ain't no thief.’  


Getting her to stand I frog march her into my office. In the light I see she is about 5 feet 6/7 inches tall with long dark but very wind swept hair. Her light cream thin raincoat is soaked as is the rest of her. ‘Get off me!’ She shouts, ‘I ain't done nothing!’


‘So what were you doing outside then?’


She just stands glaring defiantly at me, dripping all over the office floor. ‘Well – if you must know – I was taking a short cut ome.’


I remain silent as she starts to tell me a sob story about having gone out to a club in town with friends, how she had subsequently became separated  from them and had grabbed a taxi to take her home.Only to find she didn't have enough money,y so the taxi driver suggests she pay in kind.


‘So this fat smelly bastard of a taxi driver only wants me to suck his cock to pay for the fare ome! So I says, what sorta girl do ya think I am? You can fuck off! So, the fat fucker dumps me out in the middle of nowhere and drives off! So I does the only thing I can and I takes the short cut through ere to get to the other road and I'm only a few miles from me house. And then —  you jumps out on me from nowhere like fucking Rambo, and almost kills me!’


‘Alright Eliza keep your hair on, I believe you.’ The story is so ridiculous that it just has to be true, but just to be sure I tell her that I’m going to search her. Starting with the coat she empties her pockets, nothing unusual at first, just the expected woman paraphernalia, small purse, lipstick, then, a handful of copper piping connectors followed by another handful. ‘Just taking a short cut huh?’ I say holding up a few connectors. ‘Alright take off your coat and assume the position.’


Her mouth opens to protest but she seems to think better of it. The next minute I have her hands on the wall legs apart and begin to frisk. I can’t believe what she is wearing underneath the soaked rain coat; a very thin dark, almost summer like dress hardly suited for this time of year, it clings to her incredibly curvy body leaving very little to the imagination. In-fact to call it a dress is something of a joke, it’s — a handkerchief! ‘I see you came out well dressed for the evening.’ She just pouts and doesn’t reply. I continue to frisk her coming down to her rather ample tits, I can’t help but give them a bit of a squeeze.


‘Oi! What de ya think ya doing you fucking pervert!’


‘Searching you for any more contraband or concealed weapons; have you got a licence for those?’ I say giving her ample boobs another feel


‘That’s enough!’ She shouts turning suddenly giving me a hard, and to be fair, well deserved shove backwards. I say nothing satisfied that handkerchief girl doesn’t have any more items on her.
‘So what now, you gonna call the cops?’


‘All in good time, but first we need to get you out of that, eh, dress!’


‘You are a fucking perv! What sort of girl do ya take me for?’


‘A very wet, cold — and not very bright one. A girl, who’ll probably die of hypothermia/pneumonia long before the police get here; if she doesn’t get into some dry clothes,’ I reply pulling a towel from my work bag and throwing it to her. Handkerchief girl catches it then just stands scowling at me for a moment.


‘And what am I gonna wear?’ I throw her my security sweater and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. She just stares at them for a moment and gives me a look of disgust. Hardly the sort of thing you’d find in Vogue but practical. ‘And where do I get changed?’ She asks looking around the porta cabin; the office is the single unit type with no side offices.  


‘Well you could use the outside toilet, but it’s really small, cold and smells rank. So I suppose, you’ll have to change here. This draws another look of disgust from her. ‘Alright I’ll turn away while you change.’
‘Yeah, you do that security perv.’

Turning away I look out the window and the rain is coming down in heavy torrents, with light of the office I am able see her well reflected on the glass as she changes. The dark handkerchief dress peels off like a second skin it’s so waterlogged, leaving her standing in a skimpy strapless white bra, panties and stay up stockings. She then throws the dress at me it hitting square in the back of the neck. It’s sodden wet and so cold, I shiver as drops of water run down the back of my neck. I’m then pelted with the bra, panties and stockings followed by the high heel shoes that — fortunately, for me, miss!


‘Alright I’m done,’ she declares. I turn to see her standing hands on hips all defiant. ‘What the fuck do I look like?’ She exclaims clad in my black security sweater and Nike tracksuit bottoms.


‘Does it really matter? No one but me is going to see you and at least you are warm and dry now. I place her clothes on the radiator ensuring it’s switched on. Then make some coffee.

Handkerchief girl sits quietly sipping the hot liquid then screws her nose up. ‘Instant! I only drinks cappuccino.’


‘Do you ever stop complaining? Just drink it, it’s wet and warm’ I reply pulling out the cell phone.’


‘What ya doing? Ya calling the police?’ She’s suddenly on her feet. I still don’t have a signal, but she doesn’t know that. ‘I’ll tell em you touched me up, you’re not meant to search women! I know that and I’ll tell em you —  kidnapped me and held me against my will. I’ll…’


‘Fine be my guest,’ I say placing the phone of the table. ‘Tell em whatever you want, they won’t believe you once I show them the stuff I found on you.’ She just stares at the phone, then at me.


‘I could just leave.’ She declares defiantly. ‘Try and fucking catch me.’


‘And how far do you think you’ll get without any shoes? That’s if you don’t break your neck falling down one of the many holes out there first; and in case you haven’t noticed Houdini, it’s coming down in torrents outside.’


She walks to the window, it truly is blowing gale tonight and the rain is coming down really hard. She stands silent for what seems like ages. ‘We could…’ Her words trail off, as she looks at the phone again, her bluffs have have failed and now she’s totally stuffed. ‘We could…’ Again her words trail off.


‘We could what?’


‘We could — we could come to an arrangement.’ She blurts, a little nervously, closing her eyes for a moment. It’s clear by the look in her face she is already regretting her offer


‘What kind of an arrangement?’


For a moment she stands quiet as if mulling things over. Then, she walks towards me slowly and seductively, ‘You don’t call the cops and I’ll — suck yer off.’


I had to admit it was a tempting offer. ‘I didn’t think you were that kind of girl. You don’t do fat taxi drivers but you’ll suck me off?’


‘Alright!’ she shouts holding up her hands in a defencive manner. ‘Alright! Look, I’m sorry, OK! I just wanted to get home like I said. You seem like a decent bloke, a bit of a perv, but you’ve been really decent to me — not many men would have, and I appreciate it. I truly do. Just, don’t call the cops — please!’


Her defiance had now all but evaporated. ‘Alright,’ I reply cautiously, ‘Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t? You trespass onto my site, steal from it,’ I say pointing to the piping connectors on the table. ‘Strut about in nothing but a slightly over sized handkerchief, spin me some bullshit story about fat taxi drivers and short cuts! Unless you’re the worlds greatest blow job artist love, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that.’

At this her eyes glint at the prospect of salvation, and she moves towards me and gently takes the cell phone from my hand placing it on the table ‘I’ll be very, very grateful,’ She purrs seductively. She is now right up against me and rubs her crotch against mine, ‘Very —  grateful, indeed.’ At this she pushes me hard onto a chair, then straddles me. Whips off the security jumper over her head, then jiggles her ample tits right in front of my face. ‘Go on,’ she whispers seductively then smiles, ‘touch them, I know you want to.’


She is right, I do want to touch them. They are — truly magnificent! Firm, milky white mounds with gorgeous light brown large nipples.


‘Go on,’ she whispers shaking her head, her long dark hair swishes then falls away from her face and for the first time I see her grey eyes. ‘You’re a tit man aren’t you? I could tell when you felt me up.’ She leans forward conspiritoraly then whispers in my ear. ‘You made me really wet when you were feeling me up earlier! That surprised me, I ain’t ever been like that before.’


I can’t help myself and reach up to them, they truly are firm, no falsie plastic fantastic here —  pure, natural large tits. She gives a moan as I gently squeeze them, then squirms a little as my thumbs gently brush the nipples. ‘Mmmm,’ she moans squirming a little more her eyes are closed, then they open suddenly with a look of horror! ‘What the…’ she squirms a little more then her eyes lock with mine. Unsurprisingly, I’ve got a hard on; surprising for her as to the size of the instant bulge inside my trousers. She climbs off me then kneels down; I open my legs to allow her to unfasten the belt, zip and fastenings of my trousers. The one eyed monster within appears her eyes almost jump out on stalks.


I’ve never considered myself big, just average, but then I’ve never had any complaints from the women I’ve known. The one constant was the comment "It’s not the length but the girth/width” this seemed to fascinate them and now it did the same with handkerchief girl.

 

 


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