0 comments/ 13733 views/ 2 favorites Stranger in My Bed By: jasminia I lay here half-awake, half-asleep; my back to the door as I lay on my side, watching the lights flashing past the drape covered window. Uncomfortable in the unfamiliar bed, I hear the sounds of footsteps outside the door and think nothing of it. The footsteps get closer to my door, then stop. I assume that it's someone in the room across the hall. I don't hear anything for a while, so I drift off to sleep. Then I feel the blankets move on the bed. I lay totally still, a bit scared, unsure of who is behind me. Alone in a strange hotel room in a strange city, not expecting you until morning. I feel fingers on the back of my neck and my breath catches in my throat. The fingers trail down my back and I shiver a bit still scared and unsure of what's happening. I feel fingers trailing up and down my back, massaging the back of my neck. I hold my breath and try not to shiver at the erotic feeling of stranger’s hands on me. I feel breath on my neck, then lips on my ear, I try to turn my head to see who is tormenting me, but a hand stops me. Not sure of what to do, I just lay there, holding my breath, stifling my responses. I feel breath on my ear, then hear the words. "Don't be scared sweetheart, I got here early and wanted to surprise you." I let out my breath and a moan as my body relaxes. I feel your arm wrap around my waist and feel your body hard against my back. I snuggle back against you as you run your hand up and down my stomach; I let out a little moan and shiver as I feel your hand slide lower. I feel your hand on my thigh, caressing my flesh gently. I was naked already; it was too warm for clothing and too cold for air conditioning so I had settled for sleeping naked. I feel your clothing against my back and I turn slightly, your arm loosens around me, so I turn more and face you. I see you for the first time and a smile plays across my lips. I press a kiss to your lips and I feel you relax against me. I trail my hand up and down your cheek, just as I've imagined doing for so long. I snuggle against you more and just watch your as you drift off to sleep. As you sleep, I slowly undress you, taking care not to wake you. I rub your tense muscles and watch you sleep until I drift off to sleep in your arms. I stretch a bit and slowly wake up. I roll slightly and feel you at my back; a smile crosses my lips as I feel your body against mine again. I trail my fingers across your warm flesh, feeling the flesh I've dreamed of touching. I lean in and kiss the base of your throat gently and I feel the soft vibration of the sound you make. I smile as I continue to explore your body with my fingers, twirling them in your chest hair, following the line down your stomach, caressing gently as I watch you sleep next to me for the first time. I trail my fingers lower, gently trailing along your inner thigh and I feel a slight shiver from you. I watch your face as I lightly brush my fingers against you. A soft moan escapes you lips as I smile and get a bit bolder and wrap my fingers around your length and stroke you gently. I feel you stir slightly and harden under my touches. I smile as I stroke you more. I gently stir and bring myself up to straddle you, my fingers still playing with your hardness as I guide you against my opening. I guide you gently inside me then lower myself, full length onto your hard throbbing cock. The feels of you inside me reminding me that there are still good things in life. A soft moan escapes your lips as I wiggle slightly on your cock. You stir slightly and I lean down to gently kiss your lips. You open your eyes and I whisper, "Good Morning Sleepyhead." You moan a response as I move gently on your length. Your eyes open wide as I kiss you again. You try to speak and I silence you with my lips. I whisper, "Don't speak, just feel." You groan as I move a bit more, sliding up and down your length. Reality finally sinks in to what is going on as you pull me down against you and kiss me. I moan against your lips as I grind against your cock. You flip me over and rise above me, never pulling out of me. I groan as you thrust into me, hard and fast. Your fingers find my hard nipples as your lips find my throat. I moan as I arch up against you, wanting to feel you as deep as possible. You thrust deeper into me and I shudder from head to toe as my body clamps down on you, arms around your neck, legs around your waist, pussy throbbing around your cock. The harder you thrust, the more I arch against you, as if a hunger inside has been unleashed. You press kisses to my throat and I moan. Your fingers play with my nipples and I shiver. I moan again as you pull out of me, I look at your face and almost beg for more. You press your lips to mine then whisper, "Soon my angel, you will get it soon". I just moan and nod as I watch you climb from the bed and walk off into the bathroom. I hear the water start to the shower and sigh softly. A little smile plays across my lips, as I lay there, naked, yearning, wanting, and needing you. I stand up and pad quietly across the room to the bathroom door and turn the knob slowly and grin as it turns in my hand. I slowly push the door open and slip inside. I see your outline through the shower door and I smile as I push the door shut. I walk quietly over to the shower and carefully open the door, hoping you don't notice and slip in behind you. I pull the door shut and lean against the shower wall and watch you as you go on without noticing me. I quickly wrap an arm around you and press myself against your back, letting my hand find the way to your cock. You jump slightly and lean against me, your body slick from the soap and water. You turn around and kiss me as you move my hand off you and pin it against the wall. I struggle slightly, as if I'm trying to break free. You press up against me and I feel you throbbing against me. I moan against your lips and you brush against my slit. I arch to meet you and you slip gently inside of me. You wrap your arms around me and lift me gently. I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you deeper inside of me and you carry me out of the shower and sit me on the counter as you pull a towel from the rack. Keeping yourself firmly inside of me you start drying me off, starting with my breasts, playing with them gently as you do then move over to dry my stomach and my legs then around my back and then to my hair. Your touches send shivers from head to toe and I moan as you start drying yourself off. My body aches to squeeze your hardness as you rest inside of me. As you place the towel on the counter you brush my nipple with your arm and a chill shivers it's way through my aching body. You wrap your arms back around me and lift me once again, carrying me to the bed. You lay me down on the bed and follow me down, staying embedded deeply inside of me. I whimper a bit as you draw back, then moan loud as you thrust in full length, hard and fast. I wrap my legs around your waist and hold on as you thrust in and out of me. My pussy grabbing at your cock like a hungry mouth, squeezing at you more and more, begging for you to stay inside her. You thrust harder and faster in and out of me as I grab at your cock more, moans and sighs of ecstasy flowing from my lips. My body throbs as I arch against your thrusts, begging for more without saying a word. You thrust into me again as I clamp down on your cock, my body shuddering with orgasm, triggering you to orgasm, hard and deep inside of me. I moan as my body shudders and slowly calms pulling your body down on top of hers. You roll us on our sides, facing each other; no words spoken just smiles cross both of our faces. I slowly muster a voice and whisper, "Thank you" then drift off to sleep in your arms, wrapped around your body the way you're wrapped around my heart. Stranger in My Bed He was a stranger that I took back to my motel room; just an average guy. If anything he might have been a little older than I preferred, but I wasn't in the mood to be picky. There was no mystery in what we were going to do, only how we were going to do it. We made out on the bed, and he stripped me down to the buff. I like a man who knows how to take charge. I also like being nude in front of a man with all his clothes on. A good beginning is important. Then he got naked. His penis was huge. He didn't seem to be in any hurry. I love being french kissed in the nude. He decided I'd love it even more while being finger fucked. His tongue and fingers were in perfect sync. As I became increasingly wet, his attention shifted to my fully erect nipples. I liked the sensation of his tongue expertly probing and flicking my pleasure cherries. I'm proud of my breasts, and appreciated his serious attempt to lick and suck the pink off my nipples. He backed away and re-situated his body between my legs. His cock was standing straight up. Lifting my left foot he placed my toes to his face. He began licking each one like a special morsel, and then repeated the procedure with my right foot. This was fun. He sucked on my big toes like a little boy with a lollipop, which caused pleasure sparks directly to my vagina. Then he re-directed my feet back down and fanned my toes across the tip of his penis. From the looks of his erection, he had a very healthy thing for feet. I wanted to be fucked. He spread my legs and ate me out. He tongued me like a snake, slowly edging near and around the clitoris but never quite making contact. I moaned longingly as he brought me to the brink of release with pleasure surges that kept increasing in intensity. "Please fuck me," I begged. He inserted his finger into my pussy and then withdrew it, wet and glistening with my physical excitement. He anointed my clitoris and licked it. My body was on fire. He re-inserted his finger all the way in, and slowly withdrew it. This time he drew a moist trace of pussy juice from the top of the pubis and up the abdomen. I sat up on my elbows to watch. This was a show I didn't want to miss. He reintroduced his finger and slowly withdrew from the nectar well. Brushing past my clitoris, he again traced a liquid glory trail further up my abdomen, and into the navel. He had found my secret fetish, my only secret shame, and I was in heaven. I watched his fingernail lewdly wiggle it's way back and forth across the belly knot, producing a gloriously painful pleasure. I raised my tummy for more exquisite love punishment. I relished the idea of having a stranger make my navel so sweetly sore and red. His finger didn't disappoint. "You have such a sexy belly button," he purred. I blushed. "You like it when I say belly button, don't you?" I nodded. "Tell me how much you like my finger in your belly button." "I like it..." "No, say it." "I like your finger...in my belly button," I murmured. "Say it again louder like you mean it! Where do you like my finger?" I hesitated before obeying his command. I managed to raise my voice, but couldn't find the wherewithal to look him in the eye. "In my belly button." "That's right," he sneered. "In your belly button!" As his finger continued to probe, I felt myself literally dripping on the sheet below. No man had loved my tummy quite like this. When his nail finally found the core of the birth scar, it made me cum. My body quivered all the way down to my toes. I felt like a naked little girl who had touched herself impurely for the first time, and then realized her mother was watching. The delicious mixture of pleasure and shame overwhelmed my senses. 

Before my pleasure ebbed, his mouth was back and slobbering on my breasts. He was so excited, and I was so ready. I spread my legs wide open in anticipation of being penetrated. His penis was not only long, but had plenty of girth. I beckoned him while fingering my clitoris. "Please fuck me. Use me any way you like. I want it so bad." Instead, he placed my hand around his shaft, guiding it slowly up and down. Without any coaxing I placed my mouth on the head of his penis and ran my tongue lovingly around the well-defined ridge. The circumference seemed to go on forever. I paid special attention to the underside where the seminal vesicle attached. I licked the penis slit, and tasted a tiny dew drop of his excitement. I licked it again, and waited. Another clear droplet of lubricant emerged which I smeared all over the head with my finger. It felt so slippery, sensuous and sexy. I spread my legs. He carefully inserted the head of his penis into my pussy, which caused me to spread even wider. That amazing ridge and penis head worked it's way back and forth in an agonizingly slow tease. My fully stretched crack barely swallowed the tip of his amazing cock which he tantalizingly popped in and out of my vulva repeatedly. If I had not been so lubricated, it might have split me in two. With slow measured thrusts he achieved full penetration. He was as hard as a rock, and stayed hard as a rock for what seemed an eternity. If we had stood up, he could have anchored me onto that sweet appendage without my feet ever touching the ground. Oh I was going to be so sore for the next week, and it was going go be so worth it. Without missing a beat we rolled over which left me on top to ride him rodeo-style. He remained still while I did all the work.

He placed his hands at my sides. "That's right", he purred sweetly. "Give me a show while I fuck you. Keep me nice and hard like a good belly dancer." He placed his thumbs on my nipples. "Your titties are so big, so pink, and so hard. A naughty little girl like you loves a good fucking, don't you? You're as randy as a dirty little whore. You want every bit of pleasure you can grab. You want to be fucked like a dirty, filthy little whore, don't you?" "Yes...oh God, yes!" I worked my vagina up and down every inch of his amazing human club. My insides were turning to jelly. I had never felt so possessed in my life. A lightning bolt of pleasure surged through me, and repeated four or five times in rapid succession. I began to shake. Each surge brought on a new level of rapture. I could hardly catch my breath as he thoroughly stoked the needs of my sexual furnace. I fell back in surrender as he finished me off. He pulled out, still hard, and christened my belly button with his remaining seed. The sight re-ignited my arousal. He slowly daubed his middle finger in the ejaculate pool, and coated my nipples with semen. He then lapped up semen with his index finger, and without warning, stuck it in my rectum. Before I could fully react, the tip of his tongue lapped the tip of my clitoris like a parched dog. My entire body clenched as I cried out in blissful agony, "Oh that is so fucking nasty!" I squirted in his face; once.. twice... three times. He closed his eyes, and didn't move a muscle. Stranger In My Bed I lie back in bed on soft pillows, sleepy after a long day. My pink nightgown is rucked up to my hips as I read a book. My olive-toned thighs and calves show down to my pink toes, and I don't wear underwear. My long dark curls, damp from my bath, fan out on the white pillowcase. I hear a noise and look up. A man stands in the doorway. He is of medium height, stocky, with broad shoulders. I don't scream. I don't make a sound. His blue eyes pierce my own brown ones. There is a jolt of connection, of knowing, even after two years. I did not expect to see him again. Of course he can pick locks. He had been trained well in the service, as had I. I had last seen him in Turkey, his golden hair far lighter than it is now. His face was a mass of dark skin and freckles. Now it is fair. I put down my book and fold my hands on my stomach, beneath my breasts. His eyes rake over those breasts, the nightgown's buttons are gaping open, barely covering my dark nipples. His eyes travel down the rest of me, drinking me in. I spread my legs a little, and hear his breath catch as he sees my pussy. I shaved in my bath before bed. Maybe a small part of me knew he would come. I take my fingers and use them to push my lips wide open, pink flesh waiting. He rushes towards the bed and my instincts, my fighter's training, kicks in. He lands on me, pinning me down, and I hinge my legs around him and flip him so I am on top, staring down at him. My hands hold his wrists above his head, but my strength is no match for his. He pushes my hands off his wrist, grabs my nightgown and rips hard. My breasts burst free, bouncing a little as I lean over him, grazing his face with my taught nipples. He's hard as a rock, tenting his cargo pants. "Mia," he whispers, a plea and an angry submission. He latches onto my nipple with his teeth, hurting me a little. I cry out in pain and pleasure. He gentles his mouth, suckling. He licks around the nipple then moves on to the other tit. I moan, a loud hum in my throat. He kisses my neck, biting again. I am lost, my pussy is so wet it dampens the spot on his cargo pants where he is insistent, trying to enter me. He growls his frustration, and flips me, pushing me on my back, pulling off the rest of my ruined nightgown. He kisses his way down my stomach, licking and biting, worshiping and punishing my curves. His auburn stubble grazes my skin. I moan again as he reaches the apex of my thighs. His eyes meet mine as he pushes his tongue into my wet center. I arch my back, making a mewling sound, my thighs squeezing around his head. I grip the covers hard as he drinks my juices, his mouth a wet suction, his tongue playing me like a musician. He moves his mouth back and forth and I lose it, bucking wildly screaming out. "Graham!" I shout. The pleasure is unbearable and I am shaking. He grasps my ass, pulling me onto his tongue. I scream, cumming, my juices flowing onto his mouth. He kisses my thighs then takes of his shirt and pants. He leans over me and I kiss him, tasting myself. I run my hands up his body and down. I grasp his cock then move down to his balls. I push him up until he straddles my face. I put his balls in my mouth, sucking, then lick my way up his cock. He groans, I suck his shaft like a fruit, running my hands up and down his ass, using my tongue and lips as he grips my hair. Suddenly he pulls out with a wet pop. He flips me over roughly, then pulls me up so my ass is high and my tits are flattened against the covers. Without warning he slams deep into my tight cunt. I moan. It hurts a little. I am so unused to being filled. The last time was two years ago. He sinks in, pushing slowly, controlling himself, simply nudging me. I relax and sigh. He increases his pace, grasping my hips. We make smacking sounds as he moves in me from behind. I whimper and he lifts me to fondle my breasts. He pushes in and out. For a time, we move in a deep, smooth rhythm. I want him in my ass and I let him know, taking his rock hard cock with my hands, spreading my legs further and pushing him towards my ass. He moans, a guttural sound, as he pushes slowly into my tight ass. My cum and juices are dripping off his cock, and it eases the passage. It hurts only briefly, but the pleasure of him filling such a tight space is so great, for him and for me. His hands hold my tits, but one reaches down to play with my clit. He pumps faster, in and out of my ass, his pace fast and hard. I come again, sobbing. He roars, and with three more deep thrusts, spills into me. He cums long, still thrusting. I feel his cream filling my ass. We fall to the bed, breathing deeply. He rolls to the side and spanks my ass, then bends down to kiss the red cheek. I smile, but I cannot move a muscle and I lay on my stomach. I drift off to sleep, cum dripping out of me. In my sleep I feel a kiss on my forehead, on my eyes, on my mouth. He pulls me close to him, and we snuggle together. I sleep deeply for the first time in months. When I wake up, my husband is gone.