5 comments/ 17450 views/ 7 favorites Virtual Stranger By: 8scoops She knew she was taking a perilous chance as she crept through the dark rooms. Stealthily she moved, careful not to make a sound. As she approached what she knew must be the bedroom, she heard the telltale sounds of his presence: the even, relaxed breathing of a sleeping man. She'd been lucky; she happened to know his landlord, who had been wickedly happy to hand over to her a copy of the key to the apartment of the man she had known, yet not known, wanted yet never had hope of having. She wasn't sure what she would do once she entered his bedroom. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but she had no plan, no blueprint to follow. She had no idea what his reaction would be to her presence and she was terrified of the possibility that he might actually sleep with a weapon or even worse, that he would reject her. But she was willing to take the chance. She knew that it would take a daring feat indeed to win the attention of this man. And even if it turned out to be only a one-night stand, at least she would have that. She stood outside the half-open bedroom door, pausing to collect herself. She realized that, unlike the breathing of the man she was planning to seduce, her own breath was labored under the stress of her trepidation. She was more afraid than she'd ever been, yet she was excited as well. Her left hand was clenched protectively at her heart, and she forcibly relaxed it and let it wander to her left breast, where she was surprised to find the nipple taut and erect. She caressed it lightly through the thin fabric of her tank top, glad that she had chosen not to wear any underwear tonight in anticipation of what she was hoping would be an impassioned, frantic need to remove her outer clothing. She could feel her tense body begin to loosen up slightly, and she became acutely aware of the wetness between her thighs. On impulse, she reached down inside her pants and dipped her finger into the slick folds of her aroused vulva. She pulled her hand out and swiped the wet finger across the deep cleavage of her breasts, thinking that if the feel of her didn't turn him on, the scent of her might. She took a deep, silent breath and approached the bed. She had considered taking her clothes off immediately, but rejected the idea with the thought that she might end up being rejected and chased away. She could just barely make him out in the darkness and saw that he was sleeping on his back in the middle of the king-size bed. She slipped off her loafers and slowly pulled the bedding down. Very, very gently she slid into the bed, knowing that if her movements didn't wake him, the pounding of her heart surely would. She settled down beside him, surprised that he continued to sleep, and placed a nervous hand on his bare chest. For a long moment she simply lay there watching him in the darkness. His breathing remained deep and steady. Resisting the urge to caress him, she kept her left hand completely still as it rested on his chest. She rejoiced in the sensation of finally touching him, skin to bare skin, until the magnitude of what she was doing crept to the forefront of her mind. Briefly, she considered slipping back out of the bed and sneaking away into the safety of the night. He would never have to know she'd been here, and her life would continue just as before--seeing him without being able to touch him, speaking to him without ever having the courage to tell him how she desired him, always failing in her attempts to gain his attention. Safe, yes, but always wanting. Any reaction he might give her had to be better than that. She knew it was time to wake him up before he woke up on his own, but she had some preparations left to take care of. She was desperately in need of whatever little bit of control she could create for herself in this situation, which was very little considering his superior size and strength. She took her hand from his chest to reach into her pants pocket and remove a handful of condoms, which she then tucked beneath the pillow she was lying on. As quietly as she could, she propped herself up with her right forearm and then inched her body toward the headboard so that her head was higher on the bed than his. If she wanted to, she could now kiss the top of his head, and this dominant placement of her body in relation to his added just a modicum of control. Keeping her torso propped up, she allowed her lower body to relax into him until she had his left arm firmly wedged between their bodies. He was pressed against the length of her, and the warmth of his skin seemed to radiate through her. She could feel the pounding of her heart, the pulsing rush of adrenaline. She reached behind her head and pulled out her hairclip, letting her hair fall across her back, and threw the clip on the floor beside the bed. She heard him inhale a deep breath in his sleep, and she mentally steeled herself for his awakening. ________________________ ________________________ Swaying... fluttering... gently rolling... these sensations filled his mind as he dreamed of wind and water. He could feel sand under his feet, a breeze across his face. He felt warm and content but for a tiny, nagging impression that something was not quite right. He felt as if he were being moved by some outside force, yet somehow restricted at the same time, and the feeling seemed to grow and spread. Gradually, almost against his will, he began waking up. His first conscious thought as he drifted out of slumber was the simple realization that he was prone, on his back and on his bed. He was aware that he was in that fuzzy state between sleep and wakefulness, and for a brief moment he was content to lie quietly and wait for those few seconds of sleep paralysis to pass before he could roll over to his side. He was now conscious enough to wonder what time it was, but the thought lasted only an instant as he noticed a pressure, a strange weight against his left side. Suddenly, shockingly, he realized that he was not alone. With a startled, sharp intake of breath, the man instinctively whipped his head to the left, but he was so astonished by the discovery of this intruder in his bed that at first it was the only movement he was capable of. His eyes flew open but he could see almost nothing in the darkness of the room, and the few shapes and forms that he was able to discern were obscured by a curtain of someone's hair at his face. He lifted his right hand to push the stranger away and immediately felt a hand grasping his and moving it to cup something warm and fleshy, soft yet firm. "Shhhh," he heard a voice whisper. "It's all right, I won't hurt you." He was amazed to find that his hand had been placed upon a woman's bare breast; it filled his hand, heavy and supple, and without even thinking he gave it a gentle, appreciative squeeze. He could feel the nipple poking out and he rubbed it between his fingers. He heard the woman gasp softly and then felt a hand move up his arm and across his chest, up to his neck. She took hold of his chin to turn his head so that he faced the ceiling, and she began kissing his neck, his cheek, his ear. He felt as if his entire body was electrified, as if every single nerve ending had been slapped wide awake. He felt the stranger sucking lightly on his earlobe. "Who are you?" he asked with a shiver as a tongue darted into his ear. Ignoring his question, she blazed a trail of kisses across his face and found his mouth. She kissed him lightly at first, then increased the intensity of the kiss until her passion made him forget everything but her mouth, her exquisite breast, and the first stirrings deep in his groin. Her lips were full and succulent, her breath sweet. Her tongue was in his mouth and he caressed it with his own, then sucked on it. He felt her hand on his face, her fingers stroking his cheek. He released her breast to bury his hand in her long, silky hair. The woman raised her mouth from his and shifted her body enough to free his left arm from beneath her. He took this opportunity to try to identify her, but the darkness of the room and the shadow on her face made it impossible for him to see her clearly. He had to know who she was, and he was about to ask her again when another question popped into his mind. "How did you get in here?" She leaned back into him, half lying and half sitting, and took his left hand in hers. "You ask a lot of questions," she finally replied. He thought there was something familiar about the voice but wasn't sure if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. She lifted his hand to her face, and he was surprised to feel her kiss the palm. With the entire width of her tongue, she licked his hand in a long swipe from the wrist to the fingertips, and the sensation of her wet tongue made his skin crawl. He felt the tip of his index finger entering her mouth and she sucked the finger all the way in with a force that made him moan involuntarily. She held his finger for several seconds, then slowly began pulling it out of her mouth while at the same time maintaining a powerful suction. He could imagine how delicious it would be to have that mouth wrapped around his manhood, and he felt himself heating up and hardening into a massive erection. The woman released his hand and, effectively keeping her face in the shadow of her thick, loosely curled hair, she began kissing his chest. She found a nipple and tugged on it gently. He groped at her in the darkness and found her left breast again as it peeked from beneath a thin top that she'd pulled up to expose herself. He explored the smooth skin of her fine, full orbs before reaching down to assess the state of the rest of her clothing. He discovered that she wore loose-fitting, satiny pants around a flat belly, and he pushed his way inside the pants to find a soft mound of hair between silky thighs. He searched further and discovered, to his delight, the woman's moist labia while her busy mouth and hands followed the strip of hair that ran down the middle of his torso. He felt her kiss, then lick, then nip at his chest and stomach while he fondled her. He could hear her breathing quicken and deepen as he stroked her wet folds and tickled her slippery clit. She parted her legs for him, stopped her own exploration of his body, and moaned as he plunged a finger into the warm depths of her. He marveled that she was so hot for him, this complete stranger who seemed so eager to give herself to him. Except he knew that they weren't truly strangers. From some place or some time in his life, she knew him, and that was why she was here. She resumed caressing and kissing his stomach until her hands and mouth reached the top of his boxers; she stopped and sat up, pulling his hand away from her sweltering crotch. "Do I know you?" he asked, his curiosity exceeded only by his arousal. She sighed. "You talk too much," she said, a slight smile in her voice belying her mock impatience. The thought occurred to him that it would be easy to satisfy his curiosity--he could roll over, reach over to turn on the bedside lamp, and see exactly who she was. But he was so intrigued, so anxious to see what she would do next, and so unwilling to break the incredibly sexy spell he was under that he curtailed his curiosity in favor of continuing this delectable adventure. The man felt the bedcovers being flung aside, then a hand running along the waistband of his boxers. His seductive visitor pulled the elastic over his swollen cock and he lifted his hips off the mattress slightly to help her as she pulled his shorts down. She shifted herself onto her knees with her back to him. He could see her outline in the dark; a cascade of soft curls falling past her shoulders, a slim waist widening into gently curved hips. He caressed her lower back, sliding his fingers under her pants and letting them glide along the smooth flesh of her bottom as she pulled his shorts all the way off. He was so aroused by now that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to contain himself. He felt the woman turn to face him, straddle his left leg, then spread his limbs apart with her own. She knelt between his legs, and he experienced a sudden twinge of fear as he realized what a vulnerable position he was in-- spread-eagled with his male parts completely exposed and at her mercy. His imagination raced along some of the terrible, painful things she could possibly do to him at this moment and, hands clenched into fists at his sides, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waited... ________________________ ________________________ The woman gazed down at the barely distinguishable sight in the darkness before her, extremely pleased with her handiwork. Without even touching the object of her desire, she had elicited from it a splendid hard-on. She was more excited than she'd ever been in her life, but even as anxious as she was to partake of all he could give her, she wanted to make this experience last as long as possible. Kneeling between his legs, she sat back on her ankles and firmly caressed his thighs. She kept her head down to keep him from seeing her face, her eyes straining in the dark to make out his engorged member, admiring its length and girth and the way it stood at attention and saluted her with an occasional twitch of anticipation. She felt the man's clenched fists and wondered if he was actually nervous. She reached up and very slowly removed her tank top and placed it at the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, she grasped his rigid penis and guided it into the crevice between her full, firm breasts, which she then squeezed together with her hands, pressing them around his shaft. "Oooh, nice," she murmured. "Oooh, yeah," he responded. She kept him enveloped within her bosom, pressing him into her, lifting her breasts to completely bury the head of his cock and then lowering them to reveal it again. She rubbed the head lightly around her face each time it emerged from the top of her cleavage, relishing the soft, velvety feel of it on her cheeks and lips. The thought that she was treating herself to a phallic facial amused her as well as titillated her; but, hungry for a sample of this delicacy, she began licking him with each emergence from her cleavage. She alternated between rubbing and kissing and licking the tip while moving her breasts in circular, then up-and-down motions. She could hear his breathing now, even but deep and quick and matching her own. She continued for some moments, blissfully lost in the intimacy of his hard member trapped between her eager breasts, the taste of this most private part of him on her tongue, happily giving him what she knew had to be the best titty fuck in history. Finally satisfied with the erotic sensation of the man's delightful prick encompassed within her breasts, the woman released him to explore further pleasures. First, she straightened up and arched her back, stretching her arms and torso, uttering a contented groan, careful to keep her face shadowed but letting him view the outline of her curves in the darkness. She pulled herself onto her knees and began pulling her pants down, then slipping them off and tossing them to join her shirt at the edge of the bed. Completely naked now, she reached both hands behind her, placed a hand on each of her unwitting host's feet, and ran her fingers all the way up his muscular legs to the tops of his thighs. Kneeling over him once again, she tilted her head to the left and lowered her face to bury it beneath his testicles. She teased the sensitive perineum with her tongue as far as she could reach and then swiped her wet tongue up the bottom of his scrotum and over the top. Her tongue affectionately petted his delicate balls as if they were pampered pets; she licked and tickled them, finally taking one into her mouth to caress it before releasing it and giving the other the same gentle treatment. The woman now turned her attention to the piece de resistance, with all-consuming enthusiasm. Around and around his hard shaft she licked, from one direction and then the other, fondling and stroking it while licking and then biting softly with her lips, careful not to hurt him but letting her appetite run away with her. She licked the head of his cock, savoring the taste of him and wanting more, until a harsh rap of reality knocked at her brain. She pulled herself up and stretched forward to reach under the pillow she had lain on, taking one of the condoms she had brought, then settled back to kneel once again above his manhood. She despaired of using protection--she wanted to feel him uncovered in her mouth and inside of her--but she knew that their heat and desire would make up for the encumbrance of the condom. She placed it over his member and rolled it down very, very slowly, encircling the shaft with both hands, squeezing and kneading all the way down and relishing the feel of his hardness in her hands. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth, massaging him with her lips and tongue, acclimating herself to the taste of the latex that covered him and hoping for the day when she could taste him unsheathed. She took in as much of his thick shaft as she could, her head lowering and raising and lowering again. Her mouth thus gleefully occupied, her hands kept busy as well as they explored him. She touched every part of him that she could reach, reveling in the feel of his cool skin and coarse hair and masculine angles. She let the man hear the evidence of her delight; without embarrassment she treated him to the sounds of her pleasure. As her mouth continued to ravage his rigid cock, she took hold of it and rolled it between her palms, loving the feel of the strength of it in her hands, and then began stroking it in long, slow, even strokes. She felt his hand on the back of her head, luxuriating in her hair and pressing her head down to take in more of him. She began sucking then, repeating with his magnificent prick what she had previously done with his finger: sucking with as much power as she could maintain while at the same time pulling her mouth away from him; she did this over and over, the constant opposing forces provoking from him groans and cries of ecstasy. Hearing the sounds of her happy victim's pleasure mingling with her own, the woman found herself so stimulated that she thought she could feel her essence dribbling down the inside of one thigh. Her fevered genitals pulsed with need of him until she knew she could no longer bear this sweet torture. Removing her mouth from him with one last long suck, she reached up to place her hands at his sides. She lifted her left leg across his right, her weight on her knee above and next to his hip, and then lifted her right leg to place her foot flat on the bed at his other hip, straddling him without yet touching. She grabbed his throbbing member and touched its head to her vulva and rubbed it against her, back and forth and up and down, letting it tease her engorged clit and her waiting slit. Her ravenous pussy begged for more, and she slid his cock into her outside opening and began lowering herself onto it. She settled herself onto him slowly, feeling the wide head of his dick work every inch of its way into her as her tight little vagina gladly stretched to accommodate him. Beside herself with excitement, she was barely aware of her own long, low moan as he filled her. She felt his hands stroking her arms as she finally engulfed him completely and let the full weight of her body settle upon him. "Oh, my god," she exclaimed, amazed at the intensity of her pleasure and relief that she finally had him buried deep within her, where he belonged. "Oh, yeah... you feel so good," he replied in a voice thick with desire. Content for the moment to sit still on top of him, she reveled in her ownership of his manhood. She caressed his chest and stomach and arms and thighs while savoring the feeling of her fervent pussy wrapped around him. She felt his hands move up her arms, and she leaned forward enough to allow him to reach her breasts. He took hold of them, and she sighed deeply. Virtual Stranger "Oh, you are luscious," he said, his voice deep and lusty. His words and the sound of his voice made her utter a quiet sound of satisfaction as she smiled a silly grin that she was glad he couldn't see. She tried in vain to focus her eyes on his face; she could see nothing of his features with his head shadowed in complete darkness. But she could picture him in her mind, and she imagined what his handsome face must look like in the throes of passion. She began moving on him now, slowly gyrating her hips in small circles, her fingers stroking his hands while he fondled her tits. She felt him give her nipples a firm tug, and then he released them to pull her toward him. Lifting his head off the pillows, he reached his mouth to her. "Ahhhh..." she moaned blissfully as she held his head in her arms to help him nuzzle her breasts with his face. She held him tightly and kissed his forehead as he greedily sucked one hard nub and then the other. She wondered how she could possibly endure such joy, and then her lust for him overtook her. Needing now to really get busy, the woman released his head from her arms and he lay back on the pillows. Her palms on his chest, she quickened the pace of her movements, urgent to feel the friction of his heavy shaft rubbing against the walls of her slippery insides. His hands held her hips and he eagerly guided them as she moved forward on him... and back... and forward again. Faster and faster she rode him, the force of her momentum propelling their bodies a few inches in opposite directions as she pumped him, creating a delicious pull-and-draw sensation. She could feel her toes beginning to tingle; the prickling soon spread up her ankles to her calves, and she knew she was on the verge of a powerful climax. Suddenly she felt his hands gripping her hips as if to constrain her movements. "Wait," he said, an insistent edge to his voice, "slow down a minute; I'm too close." She complied, reluctant to let her budding orgasm fizzle, but pleased that he wanted to contain his own. The longer this wild encounter lasted, the better she'd like it. She slowed her movements to a stop and sat quietly astride him, caressing his stomach and chest. She felt his hands over her thighs and hips and abdomen and she let out a gasp as an enterprising thumb found her hard, exposed little clit and lightly teased it. He moved his hands to her hips and bottom and surprised her with a playful but resounding slap to her ass. She uttered a sound that was part moan, part laugh and, apparently encouraged by her delight, he soundly spanked her other cheek. She knew from the sound of the slaps that they should have hurt more than the slight sting she had felt and vaguely she wondered if the pain was simply overpowered by the intensity of her arousal. But she barely had time to consider this when suddenly the man sat up and took her into his arms. She held him in return, amazed at this romantic display of affection, until he revealed his real purpose--forcefully, with their bodies in a tight embrace, he rolled them over so that he was on top of her, his cock still deeply embedded within her. Fearing for her anonymity, this switch in position panicked her until she realized that since she'd been unable to see his face in the shadow of the pillows, hers would also be safely hidden. She was glad to relinquish to him the control that her dominant position had afforded her, and she was anxious to discover whatever he had in store for her. He lay balanced above her on his knees and elbows, his torso grazing hers, his maleness now just halfway inside her, his breath warm on her ear. Her hands and arms and legs caressed his back and his ass; she was enthralled with the exploration of these exciting new territories. Her hands traveled up and down his arms to relish the hardness of his flexed muscles. She exulted in the fact that, in spite of his strength and her submissive position beneath him, she felt as if she possessed him, encompassed as he was within her arms and legs and womanly parts. He began sliding himself in and out of her slowly... in... and out... and in... and out..., tantalizing her with his leisurely, almost lazy thrusts. Enticed to the point of sweet agony by his teasing prick, her throbbing, aching little cunt screamed for satisfaction. "Oh, more," panted the breathless woman as she tightened her legs around her tormenter, forcing him deeper inside of her. He succumbed to her need of him finally, gradually increasing the strength and speed of his movement. As if with a will of its own, her body responded automatically--her hips and bottom reached up to meet him thrust for thrust as his cock was devoured over and over again by her adoring pussy. The woman panted and moaned with abandon, shamelessly expressing her passion as she climbed toward her release. She strained to lift her lower body up higher, getting her hips at just the right angle until she could feel the head of his organ rubbing against that special little spot, the center of her desire. Back and forth his member rubbed inside her, driving her into a frenzied state of hunger for him. He slammed himself into her relentlessly, rhythmically, and out loud she begged him not to stop as she felt herself falling into glorious ecstasy. If her legs were tingling now, she was unaware; every conscious perception she had was consumed with the sensations inside of her and the incredibly erotic sound of his voice encouraging her to come for him. Her climax rose and fell in waves, a lengthy, drawn-out explosion in slow motion, and she moaned a long, guttural cry of blissful release. Now she lay panting and trembling beneath him, giving in to the post-orgasmic spasms that wracked her body like delicious little earthquakes. She felt the man slow his movements and she was grateful for the chance to recover. She caressed him with her hands and legs again as her breathing and her muscles began to relax. She remained extremely aroused but completely sated as well. "Mmmmm," he told her, "that was so good." "Oh, you have no idea," she answered with a smile and a sigh. She was astounded at the intensity of the entire experience, from the time she had turned the key in his front door until now. It had all been more amazing than she ever would have imagined, and nothing was lacking but for one event: she wanted him to come, long and hard, and the thought of his climax made her mouth water. Impulsively and completely without conscious thought she suddenly embraced him tightly and bit him on the shoulder, just hard enough to hurt. He let out a gasp and uttered, "Oooooh, you're naughty." "Yes, I am," she agreed, a distinct challenge in her voice. "Perhaps you need some discipline." "Perhaps I do." He began pulling out of her then, slowly and almost painfully as her pussy clamped around his hard cock as if hanging on for dear life. She tried to relax the muscles of her tenacious cunt to facilitate his exit, but it refused to cooperate. Very carefully and gently he pulled against the vacuum they had created and eased his way out of her, and she felt the sad sensation of emptiness as he escaped from her grasp. But she knew she wouldn't be empty for long, and she anticipated the return of his throbbing manhood and her own eager reception of him. The man crawled off of her to kneel beside her, and he rolled her over onto her stomach. She could feel her heart quicken and her breath deepen as she imagined what he had planned for her. He grasped her hips and pulled up and, realizing that he wanted her on her knees, she allowed him to lift her into the doggie position, her legs slightly spread, her weight on her hands and knees. Her heart was hammering in her chest now as she waited expectantly. She felt his hands exploring her bottom and thighs and then the enticing sensation of his sticky cock rubbing against her. She wanted him back inside her, and she let her hips follow his movements, hoping to ensnare his delectable organ once again. But re-entry was apparently not what he had in mind at the moment, which he plainly indicated with a heavy slap to her backside reminiscent of his earlier spanks. She responded with a "Oh-ooooh!", a little sound full of intrigued curiosity. He slapped her again, this time on the back of a thigh, and she grunted in response. "Are you ready to take your punishment?" he asked her. "Oh, yes," she answered breathlessly, surprised at her unexpected desire to be manhandled. He spanked her again and again, each time in a different spot on her ass and thighs and with a little different intensity of force. He followed each slap with caresses to her heated skin or a teasing stroke of her slit, and she rewarded every strike with an involuntary flinch and a grunt or groan, which further encouraged his punitive measures. She was amazed at her discovery that something could sting so much and at the same time feel so good. She was even more stunned to realize that she was able to accept and enjoy this treatment with complete trust in this virtual stranger. "Are you sorry for being so bad?" he inquired after awhile, as if he were offering her an out. "No, not at all," she retorted defiantly, coaxing him for more of his exhilarating abuse. He continued spanking, caressing, teasing with fingers and prick, spanking again. She treated him to her moans and cries as she grew giddy with pleasure. She lowered her head to the pillows, displaying total acceptance of her subservience to him. He began intensifying his slaps then, striking a little harder and harder until she found herself wincing with the force of them. But even as uncomfortable as they were, she still found his open-handed strikes exciting, as evidenced by the needy itch that tickled once again deep within her. He struck an especially harsh blow then, and she gasped. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for being bad," she said between clenched teeth, her right buttock burning. He placed his hands upon her gently now, rubbing her hot skin as she shivered under his cool touch. He stroked her warm bottom and thighs and let his hands wander to her waist and stomach. He reached farther to cup her round, suspended breasts, pressing himself against her ass as she remained on her knees before him. Relieved that her penance was over, she nevertheless yearned for the chance someday to surrender herself to him once again and experience the thrill of his heavy hand. The man continued to soothingly caress the fevered flesh of her bottom and thighs, which she knew must be a lovely shade of rose now. Briefly she imagined herself standing with her back to the full-length mirror at home, turning from side to side to admire the colorful after-effects he had created, and the thought made her feel delightfully decadent. She felt a hand at her crotch now, a feather-light, barely perceptible touch to her clit that traveled down her folds all the way to her anus and then back up again to her quivering little nub. She knew he meant to further punish her for her mindless assault on his shoulder a few minutes ago, and this maddening torture was a continuation of her penance. He began stroking her, and she moaned softly into the pillows and reached behind her to touch his hip, his thigh. She was so desperately in need of him again that she felt as if her famished pussy could grab hold and suck him up into itself. As if in response to this thought, a finger burrowed its way inside and she leaned into it gratefully, enthusiastic once more to have any part of him buried within her. He finger-fucked her for a tantalizing moment, and she found herself completely consumed and trembling with need. "What do you want?" he asked her in the darkness. "You," she replied anxiously. "I want you." His finger continued to probe the depths of her, and he asked her again: "But what do you want?" She was as frustrated as she was enticed with his teasing, and she answered him quietly but frantically. "Oh, baby, I want you to fuck me... right now." He removed his finger then and rubbed his cock against her, up her crack and back down again to her creamy slit. She felt his manhood enter her slick inner folds, and then with his hands on her hips and a powerful thrust he impaled her once again, filling her so completely that she felt a little twinge of pain as his prick's head bottomed out inside her. She adjusted her hips for a more comfortable penetration as he pumped himself slowly in and out of her. Finding the perfect position to fit him snugly but easily within her, she met his thrusts with her own as her eager body swallowed him hungrily. She began turning her hips slightly from side to side in a circular motion which produced from him a long, sexy sigh that inspired her to continue grinding against him. He increased his pace, pounding his rock-hard member into her with rhythmic, forceful plunges that kept her groaning into the pillows. Banging back against him with thrusts equaling his, she felt herself entering that peculiar state of simultaneously falling and soaring. She embraced this quiet, gently rolling orgasm as it blossomed and spread throughout her, so different from the first remarkable explosion but just as satisfying. And as she moaned in her sublime release, she noticed a change in the movements of the man behind her. His thrusts became shorter, more deliberate, and she felt as if his already fully erect cock was, impossibly, even larger and more rigid. She could feel his excitement as if it were a tangible, touchable thing, and she kept her own movements as regular and consistent for him as she could, giving him full control of their bodies. He began moaning quietly and she urged him to come for her, telling him how good he felt and how much she wanted to feel him let go inside her. He came in rhythmic spurts accentuated with a deep, raspy, primal groan and she rejoiced in hearing him and feeling his happy cock pulsing, throbbing deep within her eager pussy. Never had she felt anything more pleasurable than the extraordinary sensation of his release. ________________________ ________________________ "I don't know who you are," he said contentedly, "but you are... incredible." "Mmmm," she replied happily. "You're everything I ever hoped for, and more." For a while he lay with her in his arms, cozy and silent, basking in the comfortable warmth of their entwined bodies as he recovered from the most intense sexual encounter he'd ever experienced. He looked toward the heavily draped windows of his bedroom and saw the first yellow sliver of morning trying to peep through. He realized that it would be light before too long, and if he could manage to keep her here with him, if perhaps they fell asleep together, or (better yet) if they had another round of sex, the morning would reveal her identity. Instinctively he held her even closer as if his embrace would keep her with him. But then she began disentangling herself from him to sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed. She asked him where the bathroom was and he pointed her in the right direction. He watched her outline in the fading darkness as she made her way carefully to the bathroom. Soon he heard water running, and he considered this remarkable woman. He wondered if she could possibly be a neighbor, or one of the hundreds of clients who'd had occasion to visit his office, or someone at the grocery store where he shopped now and then, or perhaps someone he'd dated once or twice... She returned to sit next to him as he lay pondering, and he felt a pleasant tugging sensation as she pulled the tacky, well-used condom from his cock. He felt a warm, wet cloth on his member, and he stroked her silky skin as she bathed him in the soft warmth of the washrag. He could feel his incorrigible cock waking yet again, responding to her strokes as she washed it. She turned then with her back to him and as she bent toward the floor, he fondled her ass. He felt the residual warmth in her skin from his earlier spanking, then noticed her movements on the mattress. "What are you doing?" he asked her gently. "Getting dressed," she answered. "I have to go." He sat up in mild alarm. "Oh, no... I can't let you go now." She turned toward him and kissed him, a brief but affectionate kiss. "Would you like me to come back sometime?" she asked as she nuzzled his ear. "Of course, yes," he said emphatically, hopeful for a recurrence of this extraordinary experience. She released him and turned away. "Then you'll let me go." With those words, he knew he was doomed to continue wondering who she was. He could force her to reveal herself, but he knew that would spoil what had been a spectacular night and he didn't want to risk ruining a chance for a repeat performance in the future. He watched her silhouette as she put on her two articles of clothing and her shoes, and when she finished she stood beside the bed and turned toward him hesitantly, her head bowed. "Come here," he urged, his hand outstretched. She reclaimed her place beside him on the bed and kissed him longingly, stroking his face with one hand and his hair with the other. "I'll lock up when I leave," she said as she rose. "Bye." And then she was gone. The man sat on his bed wondering if he was making a mistake by letting her go. Will he indeed experience again her exquisite body and all its pleasures? Will he have a chance to explore further sexual and sensual adventures with her? He despaired of possibly never seeing her again. He heard her open his front door and then call out his name. "Yes?" he answered out to her. "See you Monday morning," she called to him cheerfully, and closed the door behind her. "What? Really?" he called back as he straightened up. Monday. She'll see him Monday. Somewhere, at some point in his work life, he must be seeing her already every single weekday. In one long hop he was out of bed and heading for the front door. 'I do know her,' he thought to himself as he struggled with the latch on the door through which his mystery woman had exited just seconds before. He stepped onto his front step, his brain barely registering the chill of the concrete beneath his feet. He saw no sign of her in the early glow of pre-dawn, and he walked down the sidewalk to the curb. He looked up and down the street and saw, a block or so away, the taunting image of a figure running, its long curls gently bouncing. Staring intently, he thought he saw her stop and then turn toward him under the fuzzy light of a streetlamp, and he knew without a doubt that it was her when she raised an arm in a wide, exaggerated wave. He absently raised his own hand in a half-hearted return wave and peered into the distance, loathe to lose sight of the figure now running away again. And there he stood at his boulevard, aware of his nakedness but unconcerned, his hand in the air and his still partially engorged dong hanging heavily in front, his mind reeling with plans for this woman should she ever come back to him.