The mall was stifling, the kind of heat that made your skin sticky and your clothes feel like they were pasted on. I wasn’t even shopping anymore—just drifting, restless, my tank top clinging to me in ways that made me hyper-aware of every breath. No bra either, just the thin fabric brushing against my nipples with every step, making them ache in a way that was impossible to ignore. My skirt was riding up too, but I didn’t bother tugging it down. Maybe I wanted it to. Maybe that was the whole point.I found myself at the back of the mall, near the loading docks, where the air smelled faintly of trash and exhaust. It wasn’t exactly private, but it was quieter, and that was enough. I leaned against the wall, pulling a cigarette from my bag and lighting it with a hand that wasn’t quite steady. The first drag was sharp, bitter, and perfect.That’s when I saw him.He was leaning against the opposite wall, tall and scruffy, his t-shirt sleeves rolled up to show off arms that looked like they’d done real work. He wasn’t handsome, not in the polished way most guys tried to be. He was just... rough. Unapologetic. And the way he looked at me—like he could see right through my clothes, my skin, my bullshit—it made something low in my stomach tighten. Our eyes locked, and neither of us looked away. He nodded, just once, and I nodded back. That was all it took. No words, no smiles, just this thing hanging between us, thick and electric. My pulse kicked up a notch, and I took another drag of my cigarette, letting the smoke curl from my lips as I turned and walked deeper into the shadows behind the dumpsters. I didn’t have to look back to know he was following. I could feel it, the weight of his presence closing the distance between us. My heart was pounding now, my mouth dry despite the nicotine. When I stopped and turned, he was right there, his body crowding mine against the wall. His hand slid under my skirt without hesitation, his fingers brushing the damp fabric of my panties. I should’ve stopped him. Should’ve pushed him away or said something, anything. But instead, I spread my legs a little wider, my breath catching as his fingers dipped beneath the lace. He made a low sound in his throat when he felt how wet I was, and then he was pulling my panties aside, his finger sliding inside me with a ease that made my knees buckle. “Fuck,” I whispered, my head falling back against the wall as he worked me with those rough fingers. My hand went to his jeans without thinking, fumbling with the zipper until I freed his cock. He was hard already, thick and hot in my hand, and the thought of him pushing inside me made my clit throb. He didn’t waste time, didn’t ask or tease. Just lined himself up and pushed in, slow and deep, until I could feel every inch of him stretching me open. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep quiet as my body adjusted to him, even as the sounds of the mall—voices, laughter, carts rattling—drifted through the air around us. “You feel fucking amazing,” he growled against my ear, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me, my walls clenching around him as I fought to keep from crying out. It was reckless, stupid even, but that only made it hotter. The risk of someone seeing us, hearing us, only made me want him more.His pace quickened, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, until I could barely think straight. My nails dug into his shoulders as I came, my body shaking with it, and I had to bury my face against his neck to muffle the sound. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking me through it until he came too, his fingers digging into my hips as he groaned low and deep.We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, before he pulled back and zipped up his jeans without a word. He gave me one last look—those dark eyes boring into mine like he knew exactly what he’d done to me—and then he was gone.I slumped against the wall, my legs still trembling as I tried to catch my breath. And then I heard footsteps behind me...

The mall was stifling, the kind of heat that made your skin sticky and your clothes feel like they were pasted on. I wasn’t even shopping anymore—just drifting, restless, my tank top clinging to me in ways that made me hyper-aware of every breath. No bra either, just the thin fabric brushing against my nipples with every step, making them ache in a way that was impossible to ignore. My skirt was riding up too, but I didn’t bother tugging it down. Maybe I wanted it to. Maybe that was the whole point.

I found myself at the back of the mall, near the loading docks, where the air smelled faintly of trash and exhaust. It wasn’t exactly private, but it was quieter, and that was enough. I leaned against the wall, pulling a cigarette from my bag and lighting it with a hand that wasn’t quite steady. The first drag was sharp, bitter, and perfect.

That’s when I saw him.

He was leaning against the opposite wall, tall and scruffy, his t-shirt sleeves rolled up to show off arms that looked like they’d done real work. He wasn’t handsome, not in the polished way most guys tried to be. He was just... rough. Unapologetic. And the way he looked at me—like he could see right through my clothes, my skin, my bullshit—it made something low in my stomach tighten. 

Our eyes locked, and neither of us looked away. He nodded, just once, and I nodded back. That was all it took. No words, no smiles, just this _thing_ hanging between us, thick and electric. My pulse kicked up a notch, and I took another drag of my cigarette, letting the smoke curl from my lips as I turned and walked deeper into the shadows behind the dumpsters. 

I didn’t have to look back to know he was following. I could feel it, the weight of his presence closing the distance between us. My heart was pounding now, my mouth dry despite the nicotine. When I stopped and turned, he was right there, his body crowding mine against the wall. His hand slid under my skirt without hesitation, his fingers brushing the damp fabric of my panties. 

I should’ve stopped him. Should’ve pushed him away or said something, anything. But instead, I spread my legs a little wider, my breath catching as his fingers dipped beneath the lace. He made a low sound in his throat when he felt how wet I was, and then he was pulling my panties aside, his finger sliding inside me with a ease that made my knees buckle. 

“Fuck,” I whispered, my head falling back against the wall as he worked me with those rough fingers. My hand went to his jeans without thinking, fumbling with the zipper until I freed his cock. He was hard already, thick and hot in my hand, and the thought of him pushing inside me made my clit throb. 

He didn’t waste time, didn’t ask or tease. Just lined himself up and pushed in, slow and deep, until I could feel every inch of him stretching me open. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep quiet as my body adjusted to him, even as the sounds of the mall—voices, laughter, carts rattling—drifted through the air around us. 

“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled against my ear, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me, my walls clenching around him as I fought to keep from crying out. It was reckless, stupid even, but that only made it hotter. The risk of someone seeing us, hearing us, only made me want him more.

His pace quickened, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, until I could barely think straight. My nails dug into his shoulders as I came, my body shaking with it, and I had to bury my face against his neck to muffle the sound. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking me through it until he came too, his fingers digging into my hips as he groaned low and deep.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, before he pulled back and zipped up his jeans without a word. He gave me one last look—those dark eyes boring into mine like he knew exactly what he’d done to me—and then he was gone.

I slumped against the wall, my legs still trembling as I tried to catch my breath. 

And then I heard footsteps behind me...

A woman, restless and aroused on a hot afternoon, finds herself drawn to a rough, mysterious man near the loading docks of a mall. Their encounter is raw, urgent, and public, fueled by the risk of being caught and the intensity of their mutual desire.

I let a total stranger fuck me behind the mall while people walked by

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