Some of you who already know me will have read this before.
But for others here at Ravishment University, this is the true story of how I became "Leftwanting"
The Car Park:
I used to work with a girl a few years younger than me, she is lesbian, she was in a happy relationship and aside from comments of how attractive she thought I was, she never made any suggestive remarks or passes at me.
We became very good friends at work and on occasion we spent time together socially. She left the job about a year after the night of her 21st party and moved a few hundred miles away. We chat online now but rarely.
She invited me to her party, her 21st birthday which was just a few close friends, Guys and girls from her gay circle, I wasn't too sure at first but she convinced me to go, it was to be held at her home for drinks and then on to a nightclub. At 28 I was the oldest there, and also the only "straight".
I dressed a little young for my age trying to feel less of an oddball. And not stand out at the club. Everyone was impressed with me when I got to her house, all wolf whistles and compliments, I felt good and relaxed after a couple of drinks. The others had arranged a limo to take the six of us to the club.
I should have realised that it was going to be a gay club, but it somehow never crossed my mind. I only learned this fact on arrival, too late to have second thoughts, Anne gave me her assurance that I would be fine and they would all look out for me.
The drink flowed and as the evening progressed I felt more easy with the surroundings, though I must confess to seeing some things that shocked me a little, everybody there was so sexually open and made little effort to be discreet. I watched girls, dancing together, hands all over each other, kissing full on right in front of me.
A few hours in, and I was up dancing. A girl probably around 20yrs old was watching me, staring as she danced her way through the crowd towards me, her eyes were fixed onto mine as she got close, she smiled at me and I instinctively returned a smile.
She was shorter than me by a few inches, short dark hair vivid brown eyes; She kept leaning in to say things to me as we danced but I never really heard or understood what she said against the volume of the music.
I just kept nodding and smiled, as you do.
She began to get closer and even bumped her hips into me, I was getting a little uneasy, looking round for my party, then she came round behind me and ran her hands over my arse she held on for a few seconds. I moved away, to leave the floor, all flustered and blushing.
She was watching me everywhere I went from then on. I told one of Anne's friends and pointed her out to him, he told me not to worry
" She's here often, she is a bit crazy, just tell her you are straight and she'll leave you alone".
When I was at the bar she approached me, and asked why I was avoiding her, I told her that I was flattered that she liked me, but that I was straight, and had a husband at home. She didn't seem to like this, and she stormed off.
12.15 AM. I had promised my husband I would call him before I left home, just to touch base and let him know how it was going. I should have called hours before, I panicked a little at realising the time I found Anne, told her I was just going outside to call home, She said
"Ok I'll be out there in a while for some air."
I got my jacket and phone, from the cloakroom and made my way outside to call, there was a crowd outside the door smoking and being rowdy, and I walked a little distance to the car park to make my phone call.
As I chatted I moved around the cars, further away from the drone. After I chatted a while I said goodnight "be home soon". I shut the phone off put it in my jacket pocket, and made to go back to the club.
She came at me from behind a car, she rushed at me, pushing me hard against the side of the car behind me, I was panicking trying to free my hands from my pockets, it all happened so fast, she had me pinned there with her thigh pushed firmly into my crotch, as she grabbed my face and tried to force me to kiss her.
I tried everything to pull away, her hands were groping at my breasts, squeezing and pinching, I managed to free my hands, and began to fight her off, she was like something possessed, I grabbed at her arms to push her away but she broke free every time and continued to grab at me, her hands were all over me. I shouted at her as we struggled:
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” "ARE YOU MAD? LEAVE ME ALONE, DON’T TOUCH ME."
My fight reached total panic I threw everything I had at her, as we struggled and fought our way along the side of the car that was rocking and creaking under the strain, I can still remember the sound of our feet disturbing the gravel.
And I’ll never forget her words, spoken with real anger behind gritted teeth:
"You fucking tease… Fuckin pussy-teasing bitch…. Showin out to me in there…. I’ll fucking teach you, you cunt”
I was shaking with fear and adrenalin, my heart pounding, my eyes wide with shock.
Pushing her hands away again and again, nothing would stop her.
She was like a mad woman, fuelled by alcohol and probably drugs too.
I slapped her face as hard as I could, and I mean I hit her real hard thinking that it would stop her in her tracks.
But no, she immediately slapped me back, even harder, twice, the second backhanded, spinning my head, stinging my face, ringing in my ears she was just so strong so determined, each time her slap landed across my face she called me “Cunt”.
There was a look of insanity in her eyes, then she hit me again, and followed up with her knee smashing hard into my crotch, almost lifting me off the ground, I gasped a very loud oooompphhhh that echoed around the dark quiet car park.
By the time we had reached the front end of the car I was weak.
She grabbed my hair and forced my head backwards, I instinctively put my arms behind me onto the bonnet to stop myself going over it, and landed on my elbows, she yanked my hair downwards, I was struggling hard for breath.
My left foot was now somehow wedged between the wheel and the bodywork, and she gripped my right leg between her thighs humping herself against me, I could not move, my feet were someway apart.
"Please stop. Don't. Pleeease let me go,” I pleaded with her.
She just said "No".
Her hand moved up my skirt, and immediately found its target, she began rubbing me through my panties, I was stuck firmly in position over front side of the car, my back uncomfortably arched, and crotch thrust forward for her taking.
She was biting, and sucking hard on my neck as her fingers worked at me through the thin material, expertly flicking over my swollen clitoris, I jerked and shuddered with every firm passing.
She moaned and breathed hard as my body began to betray me.
" that's it bitch" she whispered.
There was nothing I could do; there was no stopping her. Another pathetic attempt, I could only half speak
" Pleeese st,,hop."
She just carried on, continued working at me through the now slippery wet satin. My resistance died, I lost all sense of time.
She spoke again:
" yeah, you're straight alright aint ya…. Creaming for me,…You’re fucking gagging wet for it."
She called ma a slut, with a heavy accent on the ’T'
My panties were, now, very wet; there was no hiding it.
I closed my eyes in shame.
Then as her hand moved up and her fingers delved into the waistband, She said:
" Your cunt is mine, I'm gonna make you come right here"
My mind was all over the place with what she was doing to me, and as she eased her fingers, so slowly, into my panties closer and closer to my wet shame, my clitoris throbbed like never before.
I could almost hear my heart pounding, and feel my nipples hardening more with every beat. Everything was now like slow motion, all sounds and even time itself seemed to close in on us, just us, like nothing else existed.
I was physically trembling from tip to toe, completely at her mercy, I felt strange, defeated, humiliated but somehow warm and nice, like where I should be, like I really did deserve this. it’s so hard to describe.
As her nails dragged through my pubic hair millimetre by slow millimetre ever closer to their waiting target, her words echoed around my head:
“ MAKE YOU COME”.
I uttered a final defeated plea, half whispered half moaned:
“NOhhhh”.
I could do nothing but let it happen.
I was so confused, at my obvious excitement,
It felt so wrong, and yet at that moment all I wanted was for her to touch my oh so yearning clitoris, and let me explode with orgasm.
A short distance away someone yelled out my name, as if it was from another dimension breaking into our silence our naughty little up close moment.
Anne and one of her friends were calling me as they were approaching the car park.
My attacker pulled her hand away and ran, saying:
“Fuck you bitch”
In a few short seconds I had to compose myself, before calling back to my friends. And pretending everything was fine.
My body was alive with electricity, tingling, and shaking.
I was a total fucking wreck of shock, confusion and red faced frustration, I watched her moving through the parked cars, into the distance until she vanished, I would never see her again.
I’ve had thousands of thoughts and fantasies of what would have happened that night if she hadn’t been interrupted, and I still have them today.
I will never know, and it seems I will never get it out of my head.
I had to hide the marks she made sucking on my neck for many days after.
I have never been so close to the edge and not been able to cum.
Until that night I thought I was totally straight.
In those few minutes probably just 5 or 6, everything changed.
She left me confused, so wet, and so wanting
After that night I spent years questioning. My frustrated sexuality. Now I class myself as Bisexual.
I still have fantasies Of Men and Boys raping me.
Now I include Girls.
She will never know what she did to me, in those few short moments.
