It was 2 years ago...
On my way home from work, I heard someone say, "Excuse me,"
and since I was spacing out,
I snapped back to reality and turned around to see a slightly older man.
Startled, I said, "Huh?" and he asked, "Are you on your way home?"
I replied, "Well, yes," thinking it was just a normal pick-up attempt.
Even as I started walking away, he kept talking to me persistently.
It was annoying, so I decided to talk to him properly to end it,
stopped, and told him I was tired and wanted to go home quickly.
He still begged me to give him my number, so
I decided to give him an old number I used to use.
"It's dangerous to stand in the middle of the road, let's move over here," he said.
Indeed, we were in the middle of the road.
It was a quiet residential area past 11 PM, with no one around.
Thinking it was just a pick-up attempt, I moved to the side,
and started typing my old number into his phone.
Then he said, "Miss, your cleavage is showing."
Indeed, I was wearing a V-neck, so it was visible from above.
I glared at him and said firmly, "It's just your imagination,"
but he replied, "Aren't you actually inviting me?"
At this point, he was standing right next to me, on the road side,
so I think only he was visible from the road.
"Of course not,"
I said dismissively while typing into his phone,
when he boldly touched my chest.
"Stop it," I said, "Oh, they're big,"
"Seriously, stop it, I'll scream," I said,
and he replied in a low voice, different from before, "Don't scream," and I felt scared instantly.
He grabbed my arm and led me further into the gap between an apartment building and a building.
He held one of my hands so I couldn't move it, and with the other hand, he groped my chest.
I tried to brush his hand away with the hand holding my bag, but it didn't work,
and even though I said, "Really, stop it! I don't want this," he wouldn't stop.
He moved behind me, holding me in a hug,
and restrained both my arms with one hand.
He licked my ear and neck, and slipped his hand through the V-neck,
pinching my nipple through the gap in my bra.
I resisted, saying, "No..."
but he said, "Your nipples are hard, you're feeling it, aren't you?"
Then he slipped both hands under my sides,
lifted my bra, and groped my breasts directly.
I kept saying, "No, no," trying to stop him, but he wouldn't stop.
He groped and pinched my nipples, licked my neck,
and I couldn't muster any strength.
Finally, one of his hands reached under my skirt, and into my panties.
I desperately closed my legs tightly and resisted with my hands, but
he forcibly inserted his fingers through the gap in my panties.
"Hey, you're soaking wet," he laughed,
and I felt like my face was on fire.
"I'll make you feel even better, just enjoy it," he said.
I couldn't muster any strength anymore.
He moved in front of me and kissed me.
Even though I said, "No..." I was surprised to find myself intertwining my tongue with his.
He licked and groped my breasts, pulled down my panties, and caressed my clitoris.
"No... stop it,"
"Can I really stop when you're this wet?"
At that moment, he inserted his fingers.
I couldn't help but let out a moan, "Ah..."
"Moan more," he said, thrusting his fingers in and out.
Even though I tried to hold back, my breath escaped.
"Ah... ha... nngh," he made sure to make loud noises with his hand,
"You're making such lewd sounds, you must really like this,"
"If you want me to put it in, lick it," he said, pulling out his erect member,
and I licked it without resistance.
"You're such a pervert," he said, but I kept licking silently.
Apparently satisfied,
he said, "Turn around and put your hands on the fence."
When I did as he said, he pulled my hips close and entered me from behind.
"Ah..." I couldn't hold back my voice anymore.
He thrust into me vigorously from behind, and I could barely stand.
While thrusting, he groped my breasts,
and even though I didn't want to say it, I said, "Ha... ah... it feels good... I'm going to come,"
I sought his kiss and felt it.
Maybe my voice was too loud, he covered my mouth.
It made me feel even more.
Fortunately, he pulled out properly.
After he finished, he adjusted my clothes and said, "I'll call you," and left.
Even though the number was different...
It was the first time I felt so much,
It's frustrating, but is it perverted to feel it even though it was forced?
I want to do it again...
