Stripped Naked by a Stranger in the Street

By Baldassare Cossa

A young woman, Thea, gets much more than she bargained for when she gives that naughty smile and gaze to a hot wealthy alpha male walking in her direction on a crowded city street.

She can't resist eyeballing him up and down his hot body, biting her lip, observing the distinct bulge on his crotch - plenty to play with - and his fit lean symmetric body and big long fingers...

But how many men have the courage to smirk and eyeball back??? And how many men have the sheer bravado to turn around just after he passes, then 'court her' cleverly, right then, right there, in the busy city street. Absolutely confident he knows rejection or offense cannot be an issue - he is just too hot and strong willed to turn away.

Now the tables are turned - how brave will Thea be? How far will she go? She knows she wants him - all of him - very very badly. But right here, right now, in public? NAKED??? Everyone looking???

The hot god smirks and teases her - something about doing it on the street with a hot stranger. Two thrills rolled into one make for a very steamy afternoon Thea will never forget.

Luckily he's so rich he can pay the cops off after they handcuff her naked in front of everyone!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baldassare Cossa
• Release date: May 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311548955

Baldassare Cossa

I bear good tidings! I give you a message of orgasm! A message of pleasure! A message of Sodom!I am a Prophet of a new religion, a new dawn, a new age of delights where you find yourself through your Pleasures. Let your pleasure be your path to your true self - to your Will! And let love and orgasm be what binds us together! Let mutual pleasure be Our Way!To hell with the moral codes of old - they divide us and rule us and leave us blind and deaf! They harm more than help - to whom are they useful but those who love harm and suffering and superstitious ignorance?I write good things - even though I have to say some horrendous things to bring out the truly good. I have already been banned - a fine book of mine has been banned because its carefully selected short stories each bearing a philosophic message that stands on its own and combines with the rest, displeased the censors at Amazon Kindle. They want you to remain blind and deaf! I give you good news! Another way - a new way yet a way that is truly ancient. I bring back the truth.Emancipation! Pleasure! Orgasm!I do not mislead - for I do not even lead. That is not my way. I want you to READ - for yourself, what I write, and take what you Will and use it for your pleasure, and the pleasures of those whom you love (and may you have many lovers!). And if you must - do please curse me and hate me, for still even then I have done good for you. For by cursing me you have chosen some direction - I pray that direction is toward pleasure, knowing thyself, and finding and spreading love and pleasure.The time has come and I will do much! I will WRITE! I will make music, and plays, and films, and many books of philosophy and many stories. I will paint and even do academia.I will love you and offer you love and pleasure - I only want you to find God in Sacred Holy Orgasm.Come, follow me. Walk with me a while. Let us all come together...

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Stripped Naked by a Stranger in the Street

Baldassare Cossa

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She saw him from 100 meters off – despite the jostling crowds in the busy streets he was unmissable. Some six foot in height, broad lean shoulders and a wide tight chest, long arms and big hands, with an aquiline nose and masculine face yet not too butch. His wide fine mouth was redolent with seriousness and maturity as his hawk eyes were redolent with power. That mouse brown hair gleaned in the late summer sun, slightly wavy it was combed back impeccably in tandem with his corporate yet casual style. A designer city collar shirt, opened at the neck, gold cufflinks scintillated in the sun beneath his light Cashmere wool summer overcoat that tapered at his knees – single breasted but open to show his tight chest and torso. His lean legs protruded through his impeccably ironed designer black trousers, the coat flapping hindwards in step with his quick pace.

God that looks fit. Thea thought. She couldn't help but keep her eyes locked on target, taking him in, glancing up and down as they quickly converged, weaving a little amidst the shopping crowds. His black loafers became audible as his heels stepped in rhythm and the eagle ring on his big manly right hand shimmered as he swooped toward her.

Suddenly she realised she was smiling brightly as they closed in from 20 meters. The slightest bloom of tingles blossomed deep inside, a leap of three or four butterflies in her tummy, the roof of her mouth dried a little as she felt her cheeks tighten to a grin. The briefest fantasy of being enraptured in mutual passion between crisp white bedlinens of some chic hotel room burst in her mind like a camera flash. She looked instinctively right into his face – and felt her own inappropriateness. Yet she felt somehow anonymous – that this naughtiness was somehow more permissible in the sheer privacy of this immensely busy public space. Her eyes tripped over his crotch for the third time – that bulge was unmissable and irresistible. She pursed and licked her lips briefly. The eagle catches the worm.

Thea returned her gaze to his face and when she saw his wicked eyes leering her up and down and that wicked grin break across his face she felt a mix of utter shame for having been caught looking 'down there' (all girls do yet think they never get caught) and some thrall of excitement amidst absolute shyness – the possibility of catching him on her hook of seduction – pretending to herself she was the huntress to elude her own cowardice in the spotlight of his gaze – caught her oddly unawares. She didn't expect his attention. And now that she clearly had it – she was as shy as a schoolgirl trembling before her favourite pop star.

Compose yourself Thea. Enjoy this brief moment. An average girl like you never gets the gaze of a man like this.

She felt hopelessly inadequate before his bounty. The man was clearly pedigree and irresistible – 10 meters and she couldn't stop herself from smiling, couldn't behave or regain composure. Her cheeks tingled and flushed in sympathy with her nipples and vaginal depths. Instinctively Thea flipped her breast length raven hair, she wished she had afforded something more than the $50 layered straight cut and blowdry she (thankfully) got 3 days ago, left sideseam and cheek length fringe drawn above the right eyebrow. She knew it looked better when she took it all down over her right shoulder and bared her left. She pursed and pouted her lips, 5 meters, and returned her gaze to his magnetic eyes. His smirk was somehow unnerving – in a good way – in 'that way' that causes blushes and tingles. Two meters – how to stop him??? Is it even appropriate, somehow, to stop a hot god in the busy street and get his number? Seduce him then and there? She'd do what it takes – deep down in her most primordial self, she was head over heels in lust and couldn't care less about rules and norms.

One meter, zero meters, he glanced askance to her, still smirking, still leering nonchalantly up and down – flattering, his courage to have a good look somehow attracted her more to him. Too often men pretend they're not interested – society's