On the way back from drinking with friends.
I sat down at the local station, feeling sluggish.
I was conscious, but I couldn't move.
After a while, a man approached me and asked, "Are you okay?"
I shook my head silently, and he said, "Are you feeling sick?" and sat down next to me.
As I sat there dazed, he rubbed my back.
Normally, I would refuse, but his warm hand felt comforting.
I wanted to refuse, but I was too sluggish to move.
After a while of being rubbed, I felt much better, and he asked, "Do you want to rest your head on my lap if you're feeling sluggish?" I decided to indulge.
When I rested my head, I smelled the same cologne as my ex-boyfriend, and it made me feel nostalgic.
He gently stroked my head, and I felt drowsy.
Apparently, I fell asleep, and I woke up feeling a draft on my lower body.
I was on a hotel bed.
The man was between my legs, looking intently at my private area as if he was about to enter.
He was breathing heavily.
I was only in my underwear.
I felt his fingers spreading me open.
The tip of his member circled around the entrance a few times before thrusting in with force.
The man let out a soft moan.
It felt really good, without any pain, as if he had used lotion.
When I moaned in pleasure, he said, "You're awake? You're cute."
Those words made me happy, and I didn't resist, just felt it all.
The wildness of being with a stranger and the gentleness of his words felt fresh and pleasurable.
The man thrusted with a very suggestive rhythm.
His movements stirred me up, making me moan almost like a scream.
He unbuttoned my shirt, shifted my bra, and devoured my chest.
I found myself asking, "Bite my nipples."
Maybe my voice was too soft, as he didn't bite.
"Please, bite my nipples."
The man lifted his face from my chest, continued to move suggestively, and looked into my face.
"Do you like being bitten?"
After that, he didn't touch my chest, just watched my expressions with a grin.
I became increasingly embarrassed, crying and shouting during the act.
I didn't resist strongly, though...
After it was over, I took a shower while the man slept, then quietly left the hotel after getting dressed.
It was the time when crows were rummaging through garbage bags.
I moved after this, but I still feel scared.
I'm also scared of myself for enjoying sex with a stranger...
