I let a stranger fuck me in a parking garage

The air is stale, heavy with the funk of dampness and stale cigarette smoke.
I hear a sharp and loud thump as a heavy metal door slams one floor above.
It feels like minutes pass before I hear the clatter of mens shoes on the stairs, descending.
You appear around the corner.
You walk up to me, and our eyes meet.
I reach down and cup your crotch.
Your eyes widen.
I put my other hand on your chest, and gently push you against the railing.
I lean my body into yours, my breasts pressed to your chest.
With both hands I cup your face, and kiss you deeply, soulfully.
Through your pants and my skirt I feel your rapidly hardening cock against my throbbing cunt.
I thrust my hips forward, grinding against your erection.
You gasp. You are a bit in shock, but definitely into this.
100% enthusiastically into this.
I take each of your hands into mine, and place them on my tits, over my thin silky camisole.
Taking the cue, you run your hands over them, squeezing, leading, fondling, exploring.
You run your hands under the camisole
I put my lips to your ear. “Fuck me.” It’s a command, not a request
I pull my skirt up, and face the cement wall of the stairwell.
You are quickly behind me, fumbling with your belt.
Your pants pool in the ground at your feet.
You caress my ass with your hands, then start rubbing your hard, hard, hard cock up and down my slit.
I groan and push my ass back.
You pause at my fuckhole. I feel your tip pushing, straining to thrust in and up.
You moan as your cock pushes deeper into me.
You quickly find your rhythm, hands holding my hips still.
I’m arching, pushing my ass back and down hard.
Your balls slap slap slap against my ass cheeks.
The friction of my tight cunt is bringing you closer and closer.
Hearing your obvious enjoyment makes me feel a sudden flood of release.
The spasms of my orgasm grip and contract around your cock.
The excitement and the sensations overtake you, and you plunge into me with such force that I am pushed into the wall.
Your bellowing roar echoes through the stairwell.
You pull my hips towards you as you pump into me, filling me with your hot cum.
You pull out, and suddenly realize what we’ve done.
You quickly pull up your pants, awkwardly thank me, and head back up the stairwell.
You had been waiting for an elevator when I walked up to you, and said, in a low voice, “If you want to fuck, meet me in the stairs in five.”
I’d never seen you before that moment, and I’ll likely never see you again.
Your cum leaking from my cunt lasts longer than the frantic dicking down; I have a deliciously wet reminder of you as I go about my day.
My thong will have your dried jizz in it when I return home to my husband.