A Stranger (Futa/Male)

Okay, so I was in my bed at like, 2 in the morning trying to go to sleep, but I couldn't. Somehow my mind began to form a story, strange in that I'm not a fan of futas with males. I guess I just pictured the guy being me so it worked. I know it's real short, but it is my first story to write pretty much ever. So here we go!

She was standing waiting for the subway when she saw a man. The man was strikingly handsome, but there was something strange about him. She would blink, and every time she blinked, it seemed he would have moved in that small time period. Not just moved as in he shifted his weight or something, but moved places, he would move maybe a foot. Sometimes she would blink and he had moved several feet. No one else seemed to notice, but it began to drive her crazy. It seemed impossible, and she was apparently the only one to notice; it couldn't be possible.

She decided to go to the bathroom to clear her head. Unfortunately, only the "Family Bathroom" was available. You know, the ones you can lock. As she walked towards the bathroom, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, the man seem to follow her. The weird thing was, he never took a step. Every time she blinked, he would be closer. She quickly decided not to blink again, walking a little quicker towards the bathroom. He didn't move. Finally she reached the bathroom, opened the door quickly, got inside, and shut the door even faster than she opened it.

Sighing a deep breath of relief, she looked in the mirror. She must be going crazy. It wasn't possible for people to do things like that. She turned on the faucet. Getting the water as cold as possible, she cupped her hands to make a bowl, and took a small drink. Feeling refreshed and assured that she was just seeing things, she got ready to leave the bathroom, but she couldn't turn the handle. It seemed as if it was locked from the outside. Turning around, she saw the man from earlier and tried to scream, but his hand was already over her mouth.

"Don't scream," he said, "I wouldn't want you to get hurt." She looked at him with true fear in her eyes. "I know what you are," he continued, "and I can make you feel incredible." He reached down, underneath her skirt, and pulled her panties down. He pulled up the skirt so she could see his hand begin to stroke her long, thick member. His hands were like magic, quickly hardening her cock. She moaned in ecstasy as he pulled his hand off of her mouth. In less than 30 seconds, her dick was fully hard, measuring in at a hefty 14" and thicker than a coke can.

The man looked her in the eyes as he got down on his knees. He used his tongue to carefully navigate her shaft as drops of precum began to form at the tip. Each time a new drop would form, he would lick the tip, shooting euphoric chills down her spine. He was still slowly stroking her penis as he grabbed her balls with his other hand. She needed this so badly. She hadn't had a hand other than her own on her cock in month