Getting out of work late, April saw it was almost dark. She would have to pass the construction site to the bus stop. She thought there would be no workers around. No one ever bothered her. But one guy, he would stop working and watched her walk by. He always stepped back into the shadows of the steel structure and watch.
The site was dark, not a person around, instead of feeling better, not wondering what the lone worker was thinking as he watched her, she felt very uneasy. She quickened her step, her high heels the only sound.
An eight foot fence enclosed the site, high weeds whispered in the breeze. She was almost to the end, a wooden door at the end of the fence, and she would be past. April wondered briefly what was behind that door.
A few more steps, then she felt the hand cover her mouth from behind. Another wrapped around her waist. She was dragged behind the door, a work boot kicked it shut. Single bulbs over head gave little light, April saw sheet rock, wood, bags of cement lining the walls as she was dragged further inside.
Somewhere her shoes slipped off her feet, cold sand, stones, ripped a hole in her stockings under her sole.
He stopped dragging her, she was turned towards the fence. "Not a sound," he whispered. His hand moved off her mouth and waist, he placed her's against the fence.
His hard hat landed on the ground, she heard clothes rustling behind her. April glanced behind her, then looked ahead quickly. It was him, the one who liked to watch her walk by. The light from above was dim, but it was enough for April to make out his features. Short dark hair, matted to his skull from sweat. A long straight nose, clean shaven, a strong face. And he was taken off his clothes.
"Remember, not a sound." He crouched behind her, did he see someone? Was he hiding? Strong hands, griped her ankles, moved up her legs, squeezing her muscles, touching. Making disgusting sounds as he felt his way up her legs. "You wore them, I was hoping you would wear the nude stockings." Farther up, under her skirt, she flinched when his hands touched her bare legs, just under her panties. His hands caressed, pinched her ass. "You wore a thong!!!" More hideous sounds as he fingered the small strap of material going in between her ass cheeks.
He rubbed himself on her ass, his hands pulling down the zipper on her dress. His breathing is ragged, almost choked sounding as he rubs faster. April feels his entire length, thick, a large head as he pokes it at her crack.
"You want to suck it?" She is naked, her dress hanging over the fence. Her bra and panties laying in the sand. April shakes her head no as his hands rub her thighs, stockings still on her legs. He spins her around, his hands on her shoulders forces her down. He moves forward, his cock pointing right at her mouth.
Her hands push on his stomach, a flat washboard of muscle. He's in her mouth, forcing himself further in. She sucks, hoping he'll cum, hoping to get out of this hell.
More sounds, gurgling in his throat, he's immensely hard. He moves her head back and forth, her tongue under its huge length.
Bent over, holding onto the fence, he thrusts into her. His hands hold her hips as he fucks her. He's burning into her, reaching her very essence. He's moaning, growling, breathing harder. The more noise he makes, the harder he's fucking her.
April feels her heat, feels the rushing, urgent release. She cries out from a mind blowing orgasm, then another, and another. He goes wild inside her, spasm after spasm, then he floods her pussy with hot cum. A liquid growl comes out of him, and he cums again.
She straightens up with him still inside her. "That was incredible babe, help me find my shoes."