andyc
09-12-2002, 11:30 AM
Another bit - if you don't want the whole story then you can robably skip this bit - the victim gets sorted out.
Since then of course, her view of “lads” had changed. She still didn’t want them messing her about - but she could see how messing them about herself would be very nice indeed!!
And that had led her to the memorable evening that she had just experienced. She had been out with a few friends at a pub that was a bit away from her normal patch. There had been a couple of lads sitting together at a table in the corner one of whom was quite an attractive man in his early twenties.
He had been sitting opposite his friend in direct line of sight. He had looked at her once or twice and she found that she really did find him quite handsome. She caught his eye and smiled but he didn’t respond and just turned back to his friend ignoring her. He really was quite good looking, although she realised that he was actually quite short, probably 3 or 4 inches shorter than she. He was of medium build with black hair, dark eyes and a mouth that seemed ready to smile. With a shudder she suddenly had a strong image of that mouth between her legs licking at her sex. She crossed her legs enjoying the tingling that the thought had produced. As she did so her skirt rode up slightly and she pulled it down. Looking up to see if she had embarrassed herself she caught the good looking guy looking at her. She smiled again but once more he just turned back to his mate and carried on talking. On a whim she crossed her legs once more, this time ensuring that she did so in clear line of sight of the guy. Once more she caught him looking at her as she let her skirt ride up. She smoothed it down slowly as once more he turned away..
This was - or could be - interesting !! She had noticed that whilst men of her own age didn’t seem to be attracted to her they were unable to resist looking at exposed flesh or a glimpse of thigh. She had decided early on that she simply wasn’t cut out to reveal her boobs - they were big enough and people did sometimes talk to her chest - but she just didn’t feel good about looking as though she was on display to all and sundry. However she did like to allow the odd view up her skirt - she felt it left her in control with no-one any the wiser about what she was up to. She had remembered from the incident at the wedding that men were unable to resist looking and it did turn her on to be able to exert that sort of influence. Unfortunately it never seemed to do any good, but it was a cheap thrill !
It certainly helped this evening. Over the next hour or two, whilst she chatted to her friends she enjoyed the chap’s discomfort as she crossed her legs, or, when she was sure he was looking without thinking she could see, allowing her knees to fall apart so that he must be able to see right up her skirt. She cursed that she had chosen sheer tights instead of stockings but these things couldn’t be helped. She noticed that he kept looking over and whilst he wouldn’t smile back or even catch her eye she enjoyed his discomfort and even felt herself getting aroused. Oh well! She at least had something to think about later this evening back in her bed.
Things then took a turn - or so it seemed - for the worse. The guys opposite had gone to the bar for another drink when there was a commotion. Turning she saw a gang of local lads, most of them barely old enough to drink, but well known for acting tough when they had had a few. One of them was pushing the man she had been ogling and shouting at him
“You spilt my beer you git. What you going to do about it?” he shouted, his face close to the other’s
“I’m sorry” he replied “you knocked into my arm”
“Oh yeah? Blaming me are you? Well we’ll see about that”
Her heart sank. She had lived in this tough town long enough to know what was brewing up and there was nothing anyone could do about it. A couple of smallish men were an easy target for this bunch. She hoped that he wouldn’t get beaten too much, but that was clearly going to be the outcome. There were more words before the inevitable
“Come on then, outside”. The gang surrounded the two as they all walked out into the car park. Through the window she saw them leave the pub but was then delighted to see the two suddenly break free and run off as fast as they could with the gang in hot pursuit. At least, she thought, they might get away. They had looked quite fit and the gang were all pretty drunk. All they had to do was make sure that they didn’t get lost in any of the more decrepit areas around the pub and they would be fine.
With a sigh she turned back to her drink.. However she couldn’t really get into the mood of the evening again so drank up about 20 minutes after, put her glasses back in her bag and left. As she walked home she thought back on the evening, feeling the build up of sexual tension inside her. She thought distractedly of what might have been with the man in the pub and could feel the hot stickiness inside her pants as she thought about the way he had looked at her, and how she had been able to get his attention with her legs. In fact the more she thought, the more frustrated she became, not only with what might have been (again she had a sudden clear view in her mind of his face between her legs, that mouth on her pussy) but also with his ignorance. He had been happy to look up her skirt, so why couldn’t the ignorant fool have been a little bit more polite and at least returned her smile? She found herself increasingly angry and distracted. She even had a momentary vision of sitting on his face as she had sat on the face of the man at the wedding. That would show him what looking up her skirt really meant !!
Now that was a fantasy worth building on she thought as she walked on !!
With a start she realised that her wandering thoughts had taken her slightly out of her normal route and she was in a back street with some boarded up houses. The area had a reputation for being a bit rough. She wasn’t worried for herself, not only was she big enough to look after herself, but a few years of living here meant that she was also confident that she could see off any trouble. Nevertheless it was pointless looking for trouble so she started to turn up the next road. As she turned the corner - into another road very similar to this one - she saw ahead of her a commotion. Keeping carefully to the darkened doorways she edged forward. She could see four men surrounding a fifth, smaller one. With a shock of recognition she realised it was some of the gang from the pub. They had finally caught up with the man she had been thinking about !
Even as she watched from her safe vantage point the trouble really began. The four really began to “wade in” as they called it, punching and kicking. She thought he would go down quickly but realised that one of the four was actually holding him while the others rained blows all over him. After a couple of minutes they eased off and the victim sagged forward in the grasp of the guy holding him.
“My turn now” she clearly heard the one doing the holding say. Another of the bullies replaced him, holding his arms as the new assailant deliberately punched him wickedly in the belly. As he hunched forward and his face sagged down he took a firmly placed knee right under the chin forcing him to snap back upright. As he did so the other man stepped right up
“Stay away from here mate or next time you will really get it” he said. He then drew back his head and gave the poor guy the hardest head butt that she had ever seen, right against the bridge of the nose. Even from where she was many yards away she heard the sickening thud. The lad holding him up let him go and he fell forward like a sack.. The four then gave him a few kicks “just for luck” as she heard them say before running off back towards the town and away from her.
Since then of course, her view of “lads” had changed. She still didn’t want them messing her about - but she could see how messing them about herself would be very nice indeed!!
And that had led her to the memorable evening that she had just experienced. She had been out with a few friends at a pub that was a bit away from her normal patch. There had been a couple of lads sitting together at a table in the corner one of whom was quite an attractive man in his early twenties.
He had been sitting opposite his friend in direct line of sight. He had looked at her once or twice and she found that she really did find him quite handsome. She caught his eye and smiled but he didn’t respond and just turned back to his friend ignoring her. He really was quite good looking, although she realised that he was actually quite short, probably 3 or 4 inches shorter than she. He was of medium build with black hair, dark eyes and a mouth that seemed ready to smile. With a shudder she suddenly had a strong image of that mouth between her legs licking at her sex. She crossed her legs enjoying the tingling that the thought had produced. As she did so her skirt rode up slightly and she pulled it down. Looking up to see if she had embarrassed herself she caught the good looking guy looking at her. She smiled again but once more he just turned back to his mate and carried on talking. On a whim she crossed her legs once more, this time ensuring that she did so in clear line of sight of the guy. Once more she caught him looking at her as she let her skirt ride up. She smoothed it down slowly as once more he turned away..
This was - or could be - interesting !! She had noticed that whilst men of her own age didn’t seem to be attracted to her they were unable to resist looking at exposed flesh or a glimpse of thigh. She had decided early on that she simply wasn’t cut out to reveal her boobs - they were big enough and people did sometimes talk to her chest - but she just didn’t feel good about looking as though she was on display to all and sundry. However she did like to allow the odd view up her skirt - she felt it left her in control with no-one any the wiser about what she was up to. She had remembered from the incident at the wedding that men were unable to resist looking and it did turn her on to be able to exert that sort of influence. Unfortunately it never seemed to do any good, but it was a cheap thrill !
It certainly helped this evening. Over the next hour or two, whilst she chatted to her friends she enjoyed the chap’s discomfort as she crossed her legs, or, when she was sure he was looking without thinking she could see, allowing her knees to fall apart so that he must be able to see right up her skirt. She cursed that she had chosen sheer tights instead of stockings but these things couldn’t be helped. She noticed that he kept looking over and whilst he wouldn’t smile back or even catch her eye she enjoyed his discomfort and even felt herself getting aroused. Oh well! She at least had something to think about later this evening back in her bed.
Things then took a turn - or so it seemed - for the worse. The guys opposite had gone to the bar for another drink when there was a commotion. Turning she saw a gang of local lads, most of them barely old enough to drink, but well known for acting tough when they had had a few. One of them was pushing the man she had been ogling and shouting at him
“You spilt my beer you git. What you going to do about it?” he shouted, his face close to the other’s
“I’m sorry” he replied “you knocked into my arm”
“Oh yeah? Blaming me are you? Well we’ll see about that”
Her heart sank. She had lived in this tough town long enough to know what was brewing up and there was nothing anyone could do about it. A couple of smallish men were an easy target for this bunch. She hoped that he wouldn’t get beaten too much, but that was clearly going to be the outcome. There were more words before the inevitable
“Come on then, outside”. The gang surrounded the two as they all walked out into the car park. Through the window she saw them leave the pub but was then delighted to see the two suddenly break free and run off as fast as they could with the gang in hot pursuit. At least, she thought, they might get away. They had looked quite fit and the gang were all pretty drunk. All they had to do was make sure that they didn’t get lost in any of the more decrepit areas around the pub and they would be fine.
With a sigh she turned back to her drink.. However she couldn’t really get into the mood of the evening again so drank up about 20 minutes after, put her glasses back in her bag and left. As she walked home she thought back on the evening, feeling the build up of sexual tension inside her. She thought distractedly of what might have been with the man in the pub and could feel the hot stickiness inside her pants as she thought about the way he had looked at her, and how she had been able to get his attention with her legs. In fact the more she thought, the more frustrated she became, not only with what might have been (again she had a sudden clear view in her mind of his face between her legs, that mouth on her pussy) but also with his ignorance. He had been happy to look up her skirt, so why couldn’t the ignorant fool have been a little bit more polite and at least returned her smile? She found herself increasingly angry and distracted. She even had a momentary vision of sitting on his face as she had sat on the face of the man at the wedding. That would show him what looking up her skirt really meant !!
Now that was a fantasy worth building on she thought as she walked on !!
With a start she realised that her wandering thoughts had taken her slightly out of her normal route and she was in a back street with some boarded up houses. The area had a reputation for being a bit rough. She wasn’t worried for herself, not only was she big enough to look after herself, but a few years of living here meant that she was also confident that she could see off any trouble. Nevertheless it was pointless looking for trouble so she started to turn up the next road. As she turned the corner - into another road very similar to this one - she saw ahead of her a commotion. Keeping carefully to the darkened doorways she edged forward. She could see four men surrounding a fifth, smaller one. With a shock of recognition she realised it was some of the gang from the pub. They had finally caught up with the man she had been thinking about !
Even as she watched from her safe vantage point the trouble really began. The four really began to “wade in” as they called it, punching and kicking. She thought he would go down quickly but realised that one of the four was actually holding him while the others rained blows all over him. After a couple of minutes they eased off and the victim sagged forward in the grasp of the guy holding him.
“My turn now” she clearly heard the one doing the holding say. Another of the bullies replaced him, holding his arms as the new assailant deliberately punched him wickedly in the belly. As he hunched forward and his face sagged down he took a firmly placed knee right under the chin forcing him to snap back upright. As he did so the other man stepped right up
“Stay away from here mate or next time you will really get it” he said. He then drew back his head and gave the poor guy the hardest head butt that she had ever seen, right against the bridge of the nose. Even from where she was many yards away she heard the sickening thud. The lad holding him up let him go and he fell forward like a sack.. The four then gave him a few kicks “just for luck” as she heard them say before running off back towards the town and away from her.