0 comments/ 43285 views/ 7 favorites Beautiful Stranger By: ScentOf1Woman She was getting dressed to go to the mall. Alexandra decided on a short, straight denim skirt with taupe thigh highs to show off her long, shapely legs. A soft faded denim blouse buttoned halfway up over a tight, ribbed white tank top with a lacy peach push up bra and matching thong underneath. The skirt barely covered the thigh highs and an abundant amount of cleavage was visible. She was in the mood to show off her voluptuous 36c-24-36 body, with her thick auburn hair flowing down her back and accentuating her piercing blue eyes, she looked very sexy. Alex put on some perfume, mascara, lipstick and blush, a long turquoise and silver necklace with matching rings and bracelets, an anklet and a pair of navy blue pumps with a denim jacket. After arriving at the mall, she wandered in and out of a few stores, but mostly went window shopping. Then Alexandra got on the elevator to go to another level. There were about ten people aboard and she was standing directly in front of a very hot looking guy. He was about six feet tall, with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a gorgeous tan and smile. She sensed an immediate (mutual) physical attraction and decided to go for it. One of her favorite sexual fantasies had always been to make it in an elevator with a total stranger, and she was hoping today might be her lucky day. So Alex drops her purse, then bends over to pick it up, making sure this handsome guy gets a great view of her toned legs and supple ass. While she is trying to stand back up, the elevator screeches to a stop and Alexandra is thrown into him. Feeling his rock hard erection pressing against her bottom, she wiggles around a bit on it. Instead of stepping away from him, she stays put, maintaining her position until the last passenger departs. As the elevator starts rising again, he reaches around her and, in between floors, pulls the stop button. He steps in front of Alexandra and assesses her body from the ground up. When he gets to her face, they make eye contact and she very seductively licks her full, glossy, rose-tinted lips. While simultaneously slipping a hand between her legs and up under her skirt, forcing him to feel her desire. Quickly, the stranger moves toward this woman, who is obviously teasing him, and pulls off her jacket. Taking Alex into his strong arms and kissing her thoroughly on the lips, their tongues dancing together in the heat of passion. Bodies so close and hot, as she trails kisses down his face and neck, stopping to nibble on his earlobe. He tears off her denim shirt and runs his tongue down her neck to the top of her ample bosom, which is peeking out of the tank top. She frantically unbuttons the stranger's shirt and pulls it off him. Then he grabs her ass, bringing her closer to feel his rock hard cock between those luscious legs. She gasps, amazed at his growing desire pressing against her thigh. He pushes down her tank top and bra, revealing her creamy white mounds topped with large pink areolas. Pressing them together, he caresses and licks those beautiful breasts all over, causing a deep moan to escape from her lips. When he takes the first nipple into his mouth, her body begins to tremble. Then he heads for the other one, nipping on it with his teeth before devouring it between his lips. Making her nipples stand up seductively, begging for more of his attention. Alexandra then kneels down on the floor to take off his pants, swiftly unzipping his fly and sliding his jeans down to his ankles, noticing that he isn't wearing any underwear. She moves in closer and begins licking his inner thighs in a circular motion, while kneading his ass with her fingers. Then she takes his balls into her mouth, gently sucking on them as she strokes his cock. The beautiful stranger lets out a moan that really turns her on, causing Alex to pull her tank top up over her head and unhook her bra, shaking it off and letting it fall to the floor. Exposing her beautiful breasts to his eyes. She continues teasing him by running her tongue along his shaft, making it all wet. Then she cups both breasts in her hands and licks each nipple, making them more erect before slowly rubbing them up and down the entire length of his penis, causing shockwaves to course through his body. Enveloping his shaft with her melons and jiggling them up and down on it while flicking her tongue back and forth across the tip. Teasing and taunting him. He gets down on his knees in front of her and begins licking and sucking on her nipples again, driving her wild with desire. Alex pulls him closer to her and starts sucking on his shoulder. Alexandra flutters her tongue all over his chest, stopping to nibble on his nipples. Then licks down the center of his stomach, lower and lower till she reaches his tumescent penis. She cups his balls in one hand while engulfing his rod with her mouth, sucking it all the way in and back out to the head... very slowly and sensuously. She looks up, aware of the animal lust in his eyes, making her want him more. So Alex grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into her mouth as he watches her head bob up and down on his prick, faster and faster. The stranger pulls his cock out of Alexandra's mouth, stands her up and slips off her panties. Then he lies down on the floor, pulling her down on top of him in a 69 position, placing her pussy over his face. He parts her lips with his fingers, and licks up her juices as she lowers her mouth back onto his prick again. While he's sucking on Alex's clit, she swirls her tongue around his dick and sucks it in and out of her mouth. He grabs her clit between his teeth and tugs on it as she grinds her pussy into his face, feeling the first waves of orgasm rush over her body as she moans and starts to shudder. The stranger lifts Alexandra off of him and stands up, pushing her against the wall as he hikes up her skirt. He spreads her legs and picks her up by the thighs, plunging his hard cock deep inside her with an incredible urgency. Alex gasps and contracts her muscles around his hardness, pulling him all the way in. While her hands are clawing at his back, he's fucking her wildly, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Exploring his mouth with her tongue, holding on to him tighter and grinding her pussy down on his pole as he continues thrusting harder and faster. Sensing his impending orgasm, she flexes her muscles around his cock as he shoots his heavy load deep inside her, triggering her own release. Both of them moaning loudly and out of breath as waves of pleasure wash over them. With his cock still hard, the stranger lifts Alexandra off of him and tells her to get down on all fours, which she immediately does. He kneels behind her and enters again from the back. Grabbing Alex's hips and piercing her pussy harder and harder, both of them desperately working toward another, much needed release. She grinds back into him as he fucks her deeper, gripping his erection with her muscles. They keep going at it til both of them explode in another mind shattering orgasm, lying there spent on the floor for what seems like an eternity, panting and sweating. Finally, they stand up and get dressed. He releases the stop button and the elevator goes to the next floor. Alexandra steps off and turns around. The stranger winks at her as the elevator doors close... Beautiful Stranger She stood looking at the man in front of her. He was tall, and he had deep blue green eyes that begged attention. His curly reddish blonde hair implored her to run her fingers through it, but she just stood, motionless, waiting for his lips to move. "Okay," he said. Her heart raced. His eyes twinkled as if he was laughing, and she couldn't help but flash him a smile with her perfect little mouth. She was on a business trip, and had met this man in the bar of the hotel. They had met a couple of nights ago, and had spent many hours at the bar together, sipping their drinks but spending more time drinking in each other. Adam was very attracted to this beautiful woman; he had caught himself staring at her more than once. And she certainly was very attracted to him. He was tall, and he had a strong physique, which made her want to run her hands all over his handsome body. God, she wanted him! She was shorter than him, standing at about 5'6", with brown hair. Her eyes were hazel, and she was slender, with a large chest. She had always dealt with men looking at her full, luscious chest, but it had usually seemed different than when this man gazed longingly at it. A surge of heat would pass through her body, starting in her head then traveling down to the tips of her toes, proceeding to climb up again to settle in her groin. It was this feeling that lead her to ask him to accompany her to her room one night. She did not usually invite strangers to her room, but there was just something about this man that made her want him, no, made her absolutely need him with every fiber of her being. They entered the elevator in a seeming daze, both knowing what was going to happen. Once the doors of the elevator closed and she had pushed the button for her floor, he moved towards her and enclosed her in his arms. She tilted her head up towards his, and he brushed her lips with his. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, as he kissed her more passionately. They fell into the kiss, and his arms got tighter around her, pulling her hard against his body. The elevator doors opened, and they moved simultaneously into the hallway. With one of his arms still around her, they made the way down to her room, where she proceeded to open the door and lead him in by the hand. The door closed behind them, and they were left to our own devices. At first, they stood just in front of the door, kissing each other passionately. The feeling of his arms encircling her, and the sensation of his full lips encompassing hers drove her wild! His arms slid down her back and squeezed her tight ass. She jumped at the surprise, but then pushed herself closer to him, feeling his erection through his pants. One of her hands slid between them, and she began to run it up and down his hard on. He kissed her more lustily now, and she knew he was ready for her. She pulled away and started to move towards the bed, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. Just as she made it to the bed, his arms came around her, undoing her buttons. "Let me," he muttered against her ear. She moved her hands in back of her to grab his ass and to massage his erection, but he pulled away. Then, in one swift motion, he finished unbuttoning and twirled her around, so that he was looking at her full chest covered only by her skimpy bra. Her shirt fell to the floor, and he took one breast in his hand and began to massage it. "Before you get too carried away with me, I want to spend some time on you," he stated in a deep commanding voice. He then slid her bra straps off her shoulders. She was not about to argue as he removed her bra completely and moved his mouth towards her now erect nipples. His tongue circled the hard nipples, and he gently teased them with his teeth. She was now throbbing with anticipation, and could feel her pussy getting very wet. With one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers, she lay back on the bed, helpless to resist, even if she wanted to. He seemed to really enjoy what he was doing, as he kept moaning on her nipple, causing shots of electricity to race through her body. When he seemed to tire of that, he slid her skirt over her hips, and she lifted her ass so he could do away with her pantyhose and black lace thong. There she was, completely naked in front of this man. He stared at her lustfully, and laid himself on top of her. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked surreptitiously and she nodded and let out a low groan as his fingers found her pussy. "I see you're wet for me already!" He kissed her and their tongues quickly found each other. He stopped kissing her and ran his tongue down her body, starting between her breasts and working his way down to her navel, then down her stomach to her cleanly shaven pussy. His tongue then began to work it's magic on the warm, wet vagina and his hands moved up her body to tweak her nipples and press down on her stomach. As he found her clit and ran his tongue across it, her body rose in anticipation and she ran her fingers through his hair. He began to flick his tongue across it, and then suddenly his tongue plunged inside of her. "Oh god, yes!!!!" she screamed with latent desire. His tongue was darting in and out of her pussy, and his fingers were still pinching and rolling her nipples. After awhile of tongue fucking her, he moved back to her clitoris and again starting nibbling on it and running his tongue all over it. It was hard not to cum immediately, but she wanted to enjoy as much of this as possible. Finally, with one of his hands pressed firmly on her stomach and his tongue insistently licking her nether regions, she felt the pulsating pleasure of her orgasm sear through her body. Her body rose off the bed and she let out a moan of shear primal pleasure. She lay like that a moment, hardly able to move and then She felt his body creeping up on the bed to lay next to her. He lay there, running his fingers through her hair, and then he leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. She could taste her juices on his breath and it was this feeling that made her want to pleasure him in the same ways he had just pleasured her. She rolled over to face him. "Now it's your turn," She murmured seductively. She allowed herself to run a hand over the bulge in his pants before starting to undress him. She pulled his shirt over his head and found herself looking at the most finely tuned, muscular man she'd ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. She continued with his pants, desiring to see what all of his body looked like without the benefit of clothing. His pants hit the floor, and his boxers were not long to follow. His erection sprung to life, no longer trapped by his clothing. She crawled down until she was face to face with his throbbing member. This was going to be so much fun. She kissed his inner thighs, and reached behind him to grab his fine ass. Then her tongue traveled to his balls, and she took as much as she could into her mouth. Her tongue was working hard, running all around his sack as she sucked and teased it. Then, she used the tip of her tongue to run up his shaft. She could feel his body tense beneath her as she took the head of his thick penis into her mouth. She swirled her tongue all around the sensitive head, then took more into her mouth. Her tongue was quick in finding his most erogenous zones, and she used her hand to start massaging his perineum. She started moving her head up and down on his penis swiftly, taking time every now and then to run her tongue around the head. She poked her tongue into his slit and licked up the precum that had formed there. It was salty and sweet, and that encouraged her to suck harder and faster. "I want you to cum! Oh god, you are making me so hot for you, I want you to cum right now in my hot little mouth!" she growled impatiently, and then continued to stroke his member with her tongue. The encouragement seemed to work, as she felt his cum spray into her mouth seconds later. She took in his creamy load and swallowed, still sucking until she had milked every last drop out of him. Then she crawled up on the bed next to him, and for a few minutes, they just lay like that. His arms came around to encompass her, and they felt for the first time their two naked bodies together. He moved in closer. She was not expecting much more to happen tonight. He kissed the top of her head, and she returned his embrace, nuzzling her head against his chest. After awhile, she had to get up and use the bathroom. When she came back out, she noticed that now her stranger was sitting on my bed, gazing expectantly at the bathroom door. "You are one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he whispered reverently. She made a beautiful picture, standing there in the doorway completely nude. She strode back over to him and straddled him, kissing him. For a few minutes, they lay there kissing each other. She could feel his hand move it's way down her back until it reached her ass. His hands started to knead her ass cheeks as his tongue explored her mouth. She felt herself getting aroused again, as did he. She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, rolling them in her hand back and forth. His erection started growing again as she played with his balls and they kissed fervently. He seemed hungry for her as he devoured her with his mouth. Suddenly he was not gentle and romantic, but a hungry beast just dying to eat her. He stood up, taking her with him. Then he turned around again to face the bed and made her kneel on the edge of it, her pert ass sticking up at him. He seized the opportunity to slap it a couple of times before he moved his cock closer to her hole. He pushed the tip of his penis against her now well-lubricated slit. He squeezed her ass and smacked it a couple more times, causing her blood to run hot. In one swift move, he pervaded her with his erection, until it hit deep inside. He stood there for a moment, as if relishing the tightness of her pussy, then methodically began pumping it. One hand traveled from her ass to tweak a nipple and her body shuddered in delight. She was hot for him. She suddenly wanted him to screw her harder than she'd ever been fucked before. As if sensing her desire, he started to ride her harder, until neither of them was sure they could hold out any longer. He withdrew his penis and turned her around to face him. He picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, and he let her down onto his prick. Holding her by her ass, he pushed her up and down, harder and harder. She squeezed her legs tightly around him and wrapped her arms around his neck, attempting to kiss him feverishly. But he was no longer in a kissing mood. He picked her up and pushed her against the wall. He pressed her hands against the wall and then grabbed her waist, pulling her out so that he could see her puckered ass hole. Seeming to think better of fucking her ass, he again thrust his penis into her vagina and continued to fuck her ferociously. She started screaming at him, becoming as animalistic as he, if not more. "Yeah, fuck me! Oh, god, you know you want to! Screw my tight little hole. I want to feel your jizz fill me up!" she spat out. At first he seemed cowed by this outbreak, but then he became more ferocious and fucked her harder and harder. She had never been so vocal before in her life. "Come on, what are you waiting for?!" she shrieked as she reached between her legs and began to massage her clit. Shit, he was good. "Take this you saucy little bitch!" he bellowed and soon his jizz fill her up until it poured out around his shaft. The feeling made her orgasm imminent, and shortly after, she felt her vagina begin to pulse with fervor. They collapsed in a heap on the bed, their bodies intertwined in exhaustion. His cum was dripping out onto her thighs, but she was too tired to care. They lay there until Adam got the initiative to pull back the covers, and then they cuddled up to each other and dozed off to sleep. She thought how wonderful it was to lay there with his arms around her. She laid her head on his shoulder and let her arm carelessly fall across his chest. The next morning, the alarm went off signaling that she needed to start getting ready for a meeting. She rolled over and found that Adam was no longer next to her. A little disappointed, she turned her alarm off and rolled drowsily out of bed. She stumbled toward the bathroom, replaying the events of the night before. When she opened the door to the bathroom, she saw Adam standing there completely nude, adjusting the water for a shower. She strode toward him confidently, and his arms found their way around her. His hands were wet from checking the water, and the droplets of water on her skin caused her to shiver. He picked her up and placed her inside the shower, and then he joined her. The water cascaded over their bodies, and she pressed herself close to him. He took the soap and worked up a good lather on the washcloth. Then, he began to patiently clean her entire body, starting with her face and working down. Before he ran the washcloth over her crotch, he leaned in and kissed it. She shivered at the unexpected contact. His practiced tongue parted her lips and he teased until her clit came out to play. Then, he tugged on it gently with his teeth. He started flicking it back and forth, and she started to roll her nipples between her fingers. As her legs began to quiver, she braced herself against the wall of the shower and spread her legs wider, to allow him more access. She tensed as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. He pushed two fingers into her and massaged her from the inside until her orgasm subsided. She turned around and placed one of her legs up on the edge of the tub, allowing him to slide his penis into her hole. His arms reached around her and began massaging her stomach and chest as she reached between his legs and played with his tight balls. The feeling of them slapping against the backs of her legs was wonderful, but now she wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel. As she felt another orgasm building up, she began to yell again fervently. "Fuck, yeah! Oh shit, you feel so good! You know I want you, harder, harder! Oh my god, dammit, make me cum! Make my body quiver under yours!" "Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like it when I pound you hard! You make me want to cum all over you! You'd like that, wouldn't you? Well I'm gonna make you beg for it!" he bellowed, and she shivered at the ferocity of his tone. He pulled out and began to smack her ass, making it turn deep shades of crimson. He threw her over one arm, and started spanking her, hard. Now she was even hotter with desire. As her ass shivered under his hand, she started to play with her nipples again. But he stopped her. With the arm he was holding her up with, he grabbed her arms and held them firm against her body. "None of that!" he bellowed authoritatively. "I am gonna do all the work!" She cowered and took the spanking, getting hotter with pent up sexual energy. "Yeah, you like that, bitch. Tell me what you want me to do to you!" "Oh god, fuck me! I want you to pound me, hard. Then I want you to come all over my face and chest! I am so hot for you, and I want you so bad! I love when you spank me!" she screamed back at him. That seemed to push him close to the edge, because he stood her back up so she was facing him. Then he plunged deep inside of her once more. He pushed in so hard and rapidly that she twinged in the slight pain. That really got him going, because he fucked her harder than he had yet. As she started to orgasm, he pulled out of her and began shooting his load onto her chest and all over her face. She opened her mouth, and he shot his cum into it as she stared at him blatantly and longingly. They finished cleaning themselves, then turned off the shower and stepped out into the bedroom. He delicately picked her up, all of his animalistic behavior seemingly worn off, and laid her gently on the bed. He draped his wet body over hers and began to kiss her, not roughly or passionately, but softly. His lips brushed hers, and he brought one hand up to her hair. He started to run his fingers through it, and she tightened her legs around his waist. He got up and began to put his clothes back onto his now dry body. She watched, unable to move. One more kiss, and he was gone. A few minutes later, she got hold of herself and finished getting ready for her meeting. As she stepped out into the hallway, a man stepped out of the room next to her. He winked, and politely asked if she had slept well. She blushed, as she realized how loud they must have been. She only nodded and continued on her way. That evening, she went to the bar, half hoping to see Adam again. But he was not there. He must have left. As she sat down at the bar to order a drink, the man from next door made his way over to her. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, all the while staring at her longingly. "Not at all," she replied. Maybe this evening wouldn't be dull after all. "What is your name?" she queried, and his reply came to her in a barely audible whisper. "I am William. And you?" she smiled at the irony as she answered his question. "Monica." Yes, this was definitely going to be fun. Beautiful Stranger Sabrina was lost in thought as she drove down the street one sunny spring day. The radio announcer bellowed into her reverie to announce it was officially the beginning of spring yet the temperature soared to 90 degrees. 'Yeah right' Sabrina thought as she wiped the beads of sweat from her brow. She was beginning to regret not checking the weather before leaving to have dressed more appropriately for the unseasonably warm day. She was wearing a pair of semi-tight black jeans, a simple jean shirt that buttoned up the front with lace edging the short sleeves and rounded collar. On her feet, she wore her favorite pair of sandals showing off her freshly painted fire engine red toenails. To which she also sported fingernails in a matching shade as well. Her destination this morning? The post office, the store, the dry cleaners, and various others errands that needed to be done but after surviving a rather hectic morning, she decided that she deserved to relax and not add more stress to her day. Instead of heading into the bustling city, she turned around and headed her little sports car towards the outskirts of the busy city to her special little slice of heaven. She turned up her radio and slipped back into her reverie. Spying her favorite park, she turned down the radio and marveled at the massive oak trees that lined the narrow entrance. 'Now this is more like it' she thought as she entered the quaint little park. To the left sat a jeep with a man reclined in his seat apparently taking a nap. To the right sat a woman in a non-descriptive car enjoying a good read. Deciding to park just beyond them, Sabrina could not help but view the man and the woman as interlopers in her private sanctuary. She loved this little park because it was in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the big metropolitan city. It was quiet and so beautiful and just what her Native American spirit craved. Deciding on a bench facing the parking lot because it was the only one not shaded by the massive oak trees, Sabrina sat down and drank in the beauty around her. To her left sat a few picnic tables, cooking grills, and benches and to her right was a small stream with steep banks that were great for contemplating life's ills. Today she decided that she did not want to think, she merely wanted to her soul and her spirit to guide her actions. Sabrina inhaled deeply filling her lungs with the refreshingly clean air as she leaned back, stretched out her legs, and let her head fall back exposing her face and neck to the warming sun's rays. Nothing else mattered at that moment, not the hectic morning she endured, not the mental list of things left undone, nothing but the glorious and beautiful world into which she slipped. Sabrina's long brunette hair swayed across her back from the slight breeze that stirred every so often. A welcome breeze it was, but it liked to tease. It would blow so gently; just enough to start to cool the skin then cease. Sabrina's thoughts soon turned to teasing in a more erotic way as she imagined all the different things she and her new lover could be doing on this bench. She saw him sitting in much the same fashion as she was now; only she would be perching between his legs enjoying his cock between her lips. She could feel the sun warming her back while taking him deep into her throat. The occasional breeze resembling his fingers lovingly caressing her head and shoulders as he loved to do. Fellatio is her favorite way to tease and please her man and it gave her immense pleasure as well. Thinking about it never failed to arouse her and today was no exception. Sabrina's body began to tingle as her thoughts drifted to the final moments of her lover's sweet release. She could see her lover taking her hard and fast as she bent over the bench, her pendulous breasts swinging in rhythm to the thrusts of his hard cock ramming in and out of her soaked pussy. The sun creating beads of sweat coating them in a silvery sheen. A car engine pulled Sabrina abruptly out of her splendid world and she saw the woman leaving the park. Glancing across the parking lot to the Jeep, Sabrina noticed the man was still napping. Feeling so aroused and frisky, Sabrina unbuttoned her shirt a couple of more buttons leaving it to gape open down to just above her navel. The black lace bra was a stark contrast to her pasty winter pallor. The sun immediately warmed her exposed skin matching the warmth spreading between her legs as her mind slipped back to her lover thrusting in and out of her pussy; her hips involuntarily began to thrust in sync with her lover's imagined thrusts. Being the free spirit that she is, Sabrina rarely wore panties and today was no different. The seam of her jeans rubbed up in between her pussy lips and her ass crack fueling her growing desire as she let her hand trail down between her exposed breasts. She continued this play for several minutes until a distant car horn reminded her of where she was. Deciding that she needed the sweet release regardless of where she was, Sabrina slipped her sandals back on and walked back to her car, leaving her shirt unbuttoned. As she opened the trunk to get the blanket that she kept with her car emergency kit, she glanced back to see the man in the Jeep still napping. 'Perfect' she thought to herself knowing she was going to frig herself off to the point of orgasmic bliss. She closed the trunk and looking around, she spied a semi-secluded spot amongst three oak trees surrounded by high undergrowth perfect for the discreet privacy she sought. Sabrina spread the blanket out and was pleased to see no one as she glanced around. She slipped off her sandals and lay down on her stomach her feet facing in the direction of the parking lot. Reminiscing about the morning loving she shared with her lover soon had her aroused again and she loved the feel of the wetness sliding down her pussy lips. The alarm sounded its annoying chirping at 6 a.m. this morning and she smiled as she reached across to her lover's side to turn it off knowing how she loved to wake him up. She let her hand brush across his exposed pelvic bone as she clicked off the alarm and he stirred ever so slightly. Licking her lips, she leaned over to nuzzle his neck as her hand caressed his pelvis and stomach. His blue eyes fluttered open briefly as he muttered "Good morning my lovely Bri" as he let his eyes flutter closed again. Bri was his pet name for her and she felt warm inside every time it rolled from his lips. This morning routine plays out every morning because she so loves to tease him awake. He giggles every time she whispers her reply "Good morning sexy, this is your alarm cock speaking." This morning was no exception; he giggled, opened his eyes, and slipped his arm around her, kissing her passionately. Lying there on the blanket recalling these moments, Bri's hips involuntarily began a slow grind into the blanket, rotating up and around slowly. Her lover's kiss still lingered on her lips as she lay there grinding her hips feeling the sweet dance their tongues shared as she caressed his chest, stomach, and his hardness. She gripped his cock in her hand, relishing the hard, throbbing sensation coupled with his kisses. Bri's hips began to grind faster, around and up and down into her jeans. She knew release would be soon if she allowed it which she did not. She wanted to reach ecstasy there at the park at the precise moment she actually reached it with her lover this morning. Recalling his hardness throbbing in her hand made her mouth water now just as it did this morning. Bri's throat was aching for him now and she remembers kissing, licking, and planting "love bites" down her lover's neck to his chest and down to his stomach. The fervor of her humping on the blanket increased as she "felt" his hand grab her head urging her down his pelvic bone to his rock hard erection. Her mouth watered again as she recalls running her tongue around the tip of his cock slowly, deliberately teasing her lover. Her one hand caressed his shaft as her other traced the softness of his lips as her warm mouth closed in around the tip of his cock. Bri lifted her hips off the blanket letting her ass stick up in the air, unzipped her jeans and slipped her hand inside, desperate to feel her wetness. Her middle finger slipped just inside her lips, her hot juices coating it immediately. Bri spread the juices over her hard clit as her grinding slowed and changed to an up and down motion, humping her fingers. Tasting her lover on her lips, seeing her lips slip over the tip of his cock, down the shaft slowly caused her breathing to increase and her wetness to increase as well. Soon her hips were pumping up and down against her hand, her fingers slipping deep inside her with each downward thrust, matching the fervor in her mind of her lips gliding up and down her lover's cock this morning. Soon she knew that nothing would stop her release and by now the visualization of sucking her lover to orgasm this morning, prompted her to pump up and down more furiously. So lost in this blissful little world, Bri did not hear the footsteps approaching. Bri felt the first stage of her orgasm, the warmth in her stomach, the tingling of her body, and the throbbing of her clit and thought the voice she heard was her own. Then the voice repeated a second time, "Mind if I join you?" Bri stopped grinding her hips, opened her eyes and looked up to see the man from the Jeep standing directly in front of her. " Ummm, errr, " she stammered and cleared her throat, feeling that familiar flush creep up to her neck and cheeks. Her lover always teased her about her blushing at the drop of a hat and she knew that her face must be the same hue as her nails by now. Bri buried her face into the blanket. "No, do not be embarrassed" came the Jeep man's baritone voice through the roaring in Bri's ears. 'Do I dare look up? Is he real?' Bri thought, maybe if I do not look up he will just vanish. However, the throbbing between her legs, the painful aching need for that sweet release cried out 'Look up you fool! If he is real, think of how much sweeter this release shall be' it seemed to be saying. Bri inhaled deeply, gaining courage, and looked up into the most engaging pair of deep brown eyes she has ever seen. The sun illuminated behind him casting reddish highlights to his brown, shoulder length hair. Her finger began to caress her clit involuntarily at the sight of him. His body, while expertly toned, was slightly overweight but proportionate to his 6-foot frame. He smiled sheepishly and said "I apologize for interrupting your, ummm, thoughts." Bri saw him swallow hard and her eyes trailed down his gloriously bare chest resting immediately on his tent-poled shorts. She was mildly embarrassed but highly aroused by his obvious erection. "I was just enjoying the beauty of the day." Bri stammered out thinking how silly that sounded to her own ears. He laughed such an infectious laugh and said "I can see that and I was enjoying your beauty since you first sat down on the bench." Bri's jaw dropped open and she indignantly replied, " You have been watching me the whole time? You were feigning sleep?" Looking slightly worried but more than amused he said, "Well, yes guilty as charged but for the record, I was almost asleep when you pulled in. Do you mind if I sit down?" "Well, ummm, sure, I do not mind," Bri, replied trying to disguise a smile playing across her lips, she reluctantly removed her hand from her crotch and sat up. His eyes immediately fell to Bri's gaping shirt, "Very nice bra" he said licking his lips. "I love black lace." Instinctively Bri reached up to gather it closed and he said, "Please don't, you are very beautiful. The contrast of the black lace against your fair skin suits you." He then took Bri's hand, the one that was pleasuring her mere seconds ago. He raised it to his nose, inhaled deeply and said huskily, "Your scent is intoxicating" as his tongue began to lick each finger one by one, very slowly and very thoroughly. Bri inhaled sharply, his tongue sent shivers coursing through her body. " Your taste is superb, more intoxicating than the finest wine. May I drink more of your sweet nectar?" He inquired as his tongue traveled to her palm, churning up such intense desires in her. Caressing his cheek with her other hand, all Bri could muster was to nod and moan her assent. He wrapped his arms around her back pulling her close to him as his mouth landed on hers, their tongues dancing wildly. Bri's excitement leaped as his hands traveled down her back, caressing the very sensitive spot in her lower back, and then traveling back up again to wrap his hand in her hair. His lips reluctantly parted from hers as he cupped her breasts and kneaded them through her bra. He looked at her, passion and lust burning bright in his eyes and said, "My name is..." Bri placed her finger on his lips and whispered "Shhhh...Let us enjoy this for the exquisite pleasure that it is" She knew this moment was a rare event, one that she did not want spoiled by the realities of their lives. "Oh ok, I like that" he replied as he kissed her fingers. He slid his hands around to her back pushing her shirt off and unclasping her bra with expert ease. The warmth on her skin felt so good but not nearly as sensual as his fingers caressing her shoulders, her neck, and down to her ample globes. Inhaling sharply, he looked directly into Bri's eyes, and said, "You have beautiful breasts, so full and so supple and your nipples are so deliciously pert, may I suckle them?" She murmured her consent as she felt his breath a mere second before his tongue lightly traced her globes, beginning underneath and working his way agonizingly slow around the outer edges his tongue like a satin ribbon, so soft, so smooth. Bri moaned and arched her back, begging him to continue on to her rock hard nipples, aching for his tongue. His one hand began to caress her other globe, it was already inflamed and aching for some attention. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger at the precise speed his tongue was flicking across her other nipple. Bri lay back onto the blanket, totally consumed with lust for this beautiful stranger. The beautiful stranger looked into her eyes as his tongue and fingers continued to assault her breasts. After several minutes, his lips left her nipple, he blew on it, and said, " I could suckle and play with your breasts all day, and they are so gloriously beautiful." "Mmmm" is all Bri could utter as his tongue resumed its assault. His other hand began to caress her ever so lightly across her stomach, down to her pelvic bone. "We must rid of these jeans sexy, I want to drink in the total beauty of every part of you." he said as he grasped her jeans at the same time she lifted her hips off the blanket and threw them aside. As his one hand continued to squeeze and kneed her one breast, his tongue trailed up her other breast to her neck and to her lips as they kissed the dance of lovers, tongues drilling madly. Bri could feel his other hand teasing her without mercy. First, it went down one thigh, up the other thigh, across the pelvic bone, down again each time inching closer and closer to her pussy. 'God how my body is aching and is on fire for him' Bri thought as she wrapped one arm around his neck and the other gripping his arousal through his shorts. He moaned and increased his fervor on her mouth. Bri was aching to feel his flesh next to hers so she pushed his shorts down, their lips never parting as he removed them completely. Both of them totally nude, the heat from the day leaping between them creating such intense and lustful heat, as hot as molten lava flowing freely from a volcanic eruption. They continued this heavy petting like two teenagers, tongues dancing, hands exploring each other, teasing each other without mercy. Bri's hand would graze within mere centimeters of his cock, his breath would quicken, he would moan and kiss her deeply as his hand would retaliate the same torture, just brushing across her pussy. This torturous assault and retaliating play went on for a long time until he suddenly broke the kiss and with a lustful and wanton twinkling in his eyes he said, "God you are so full of passion, I simply must taste the sweet nectar from such a sensual being." He turned towards Bri's feet, threw his leg over her chest, straddling her as his tongue began to lazily lap at her pussy lips. She could not resist the invitation to taste him so she plunged his cock deep into her throat in one fell swoop. He moaned so loudly it vibrated against her clit causing her to inhale sharply; consequently swallowing him deeper into her throat. It was a déjà vu of the games and teasing their hands engaged in moments ago. His tongue teasing around and around her hard clit involuntarily causing her tongue to swirl around the base of his shaft still buried deep in her throat. His tongue would plunge into her dripping pussy as his cock would plunge deeper into her throat. This reciprocation play continued until both were so inflamed with lust, need, passion, and desire. Two bodies in harmony with each other that if a voyeur were watching; the voyeur would think it was the dance of long-time lovers. His tongue darted across her rock hard clit, which made her stomach muscles spasm; thereby causing her to jerk upward and plunge his hardness deeper into her throat. His hips began thrusting slowly in and out, in and out, with her instinctively matching his rhythm. Just when Bri thought she would explode, he stopped his tongue, drew his mouth away as he swung his leg back over and his cock popped out of her mouth. Her body screamed NO and her lips were ready to utter that very word when he pulled her up to him, turned her over onto all fours and huskily said, "I want to fuck you! I need to fuck you now!" She responded by sticking her ass further into the air and looking back at him. He smiled, instantly recognizing his lusts, needs, and passions mirrored in her eyes. "Oh, Yes! Please fuck me now!" she muttered breathlessly. He grabbed his rock hard shaft, running the tip of his cock down one ass cheek into the crack of her ass and finally down to her eagerly waiting and dripping pussy, a pussy so wet her juices were running down her thighs. Bri pleaded but with a commanding undertone, "Please, oh please fuck me now. I want to feel your cock inside me, please!" He could not wait a minute longer and in the next instant he thrust forward quickly, ramming his cock deep into her pussy, groaning and shuddering. "Oh God yes, your cock feels so good." Bri screamed. By now, there was no stopping as each of them felt a need for sweet release. He began to thrust in and out, in and out, twice, pulling it out all the way to the tip and then ramming it in deeper again. "Oh, your pussy is so hot, so tight" he exclaimed breathlessly as he felt her vaginal muscles grip him tighter. Bri yelled, "Don't stop, oh fuck me, fuck me!" tossing her head from side to side, delirious with intense need. He pumped furiously in and out, in and out, faster and faster grabbing a hand full of her hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling it gently as if riding a horse with her hair as the reigns. Suddenly she felt a smack right on her ass causing her to tighten everything but it felt so good and then smack again on her other cheek as his hips thrust faster and faster. His moans increasing, he began to grunt with each thrust and she knew he was very close to cumming. Bri reached her hand down and furiously rubbed her hard clit in rhythm to his frantic thrusts. Her pussy muscles clamped down one last time feeling his cock jerking and throbbing inside her as she rubbed her clit around and around feeling her orgasm building deep within her. Beautiful Stranger "I can't hold back any longer, I am going to cum." He uttered between breaths as he released his hot juices deep into her pussy sending her over the edge. "Oh God, me too!" she screamed at the same time he grunted, moaned, and screamed out the last of his orgasm. Bri's body jerked as she felt the last drops of his precious juices shoot into her mixing with her juices. Bri stopped rubbing her clit and both collapsed onto the blanket. He lay there on top of her, both feeling the twitching and throbbing subsiding. Within minutes, the heat forced him to slide off her taking his delicious cock out of her pussy leaving it feeling so empty and alone. They lay silently side-by-side holding hands for several minutes. Without a word, Bri stood up with her back facing him and began pulling on here jeans. She could not let him see her eyes right now. She has very expressive eyes that have betrayed her true emotions on more than one occasion when she did not want them to. She heard him rustling his clothes on as she finished buttoning up her shirt and folded up the blanket. She felt him come up behind her and rest his hand on her shoulder, her hand instinctively covering his. They stood there silently for what seemed like hours but it could not have been more than a few minutes at most. He sighed, and when she heard him begin to speak, "When..." she found herself turning around to face him, placing her fingers on his lips and whispering, "Shhh, we shared such a rare and precious moment, words are not needed. Take the precious memories with you on your journey through life, perhaps our paths will cross again my beautiful stranger." Bri silently walked away, tears flowing down her cheeks. Beautiful Stranger Hi all...don't worry I am still working on Love Me Now and Arabella's Song. But like so many of you talented writers I have many storylines floating around in my head just waiting to emerge. This is kind of a teaser, so it's not that long. But don't worry another one will come shortly and you'll find that Michael and Isabelle's story will be as interesting as the others. So here's another one and with any luck the other two will follow. ******************** There were tears welling up in my eyes as the lights began to come on one by one. I had told myself I wouldn't cry but like always I had broken that promise. Michael had told me over and over how he couldn't believe I cried every time, even when I knew what would happen at the end. Nothing would have changed. The main character inevitably died at the end while her true love lost the remaining of his soul by her bedside. But what was even more unbelievable was that each time Michael watched the movie with me. And every time he too fought back the urge to cry. While he would never admit this to me, I was more than sure that I was right. We came to the same movie theater each week for a month until finally the movie theater shut its doors for good. The chartreuse glow slowly faded after that and nothing was left by the tattered posters that had never been taken down. From that day on I walked by hoping that it were not true and I'd see the words Coming Soon or Now Playing displayed in big bold letters. But of course this did not happen, because as always nothing I wanted ever went the way I had imagined it would. So instead I simply went by remembering the good times and wishing for what would never be. It took me ten minutes to get to his house which was a record for me. Not because he lived far from me but because I was easily distracted. At times I would see something that would catch my eye and had to take the time to admire it, even if it was the most obscure object. Once it was simply a wagon that had been left in a field and had been overrun with weeds. Michael told me that it was because I had such a schizophrenic mind. To which I kindly punched him in the arm. As I stopped in front of his gate I looked up to see that he was on the porch staring back at me. His golden blonde hair was slightly messed up like he had been running his hands through them. His green eyes stared a hole into me and for the first time ever I noticed how absolutely beautiful he was. In the eighteen years that we had been friends I had never once imagined that I would be attracted to him. After all he was Michael. My Michael. He was wearing his usual, faded blue jeans and a t-shirt that had a picture of some random rock band. When my eyes finally reached his again I noticed that he had a slight smirk on his face. And at that moment I couldn't help but smile at him. I quickly stepped through the gate that separated us and walked the short distance towards him and up the stairs that followed. Before I could say anything he simply turned around and walked through the door, which as always was my cue to follow him. His father sat in his usual chair staring blankly at Jeopardy; quietly trying to guess the answers. All of which he always got incorrect, but this did not discourage him from trying. The living room was small and only held a small couch, the television, and of course the infamous chair. The dining room was the next room that we had to walk through to get to his bedroom. In all the years that I had known him, never had his father had an issue with us being in his room alone. It's only Isabelle. Only Isabelle...that was all I was to anyone. As soon as the thought entered my head he had opened his bedroom door and was walking through it. He didn't wait for me to close the door as he sat on his bed and took out a CD book full of movies. This had become our new routine since the MegaPlex had closed. I slowly eased the door shut and walked towards his bed but for the life of me I couldn't make myself sit down beside him. Instead my heart began to flutter and my palms began to get clammy. It was at the exact moment that he looked up at me with a quizzical expression and patted the spot beside him. I simply nodded but still did not move. I was cemented to the ground and nothing was going to allow me to move. Not even him. Or maybe it was him that made me stay so grounded in this very spot. As the words floated through my mind I heard the faint sound of my name in the distance. Again I smiled at him as he reached over to his television and slipped the movie into his DVD player. He had taken off his shoes and his shirt. Now he was only in his faded blue t-shirt, and I felt my throat close a little. I was finding that it was hard to breathe with him that way. And even though he couldn't see it, I began to blush. His tanned skin was covering his very noticeable six-pack. He looked for all intents and purpose like a Greek god. What was going on with me? Why all of a sudden did I find that I was bashful around him? When just weeks ago I had looked at him as if he were my brother. His blonde hair hung loosely just above his shoulders and the dimples in his cheeks began to show when I noticed that he was smiling at me. "Izzie, why are you still standing there?" "I—I...um" "Well come on. Spit it out. I'll even help you," he said with a chuckle. "I was abducted by aliens and now I can't sit," he started. "I saw a spider and it's going to kill me if I sit down." Then without hesitation he smirked and said, "I can't sit down because I think your mad sexy and I'd probably jump you." And then he began to laugh as if it was the funniest joke he had ever told. He hadn't noticed that I had begun to blush or that I had turned my back to him. "Wait wait....I --" "I have to go," I finished, and without waiting for him to say anything I made my way swiftly towards his door. I hadn't noticed him following me until I made it to the porch and felt him grab my arm. I wanted to turn towards him but I knew that once I did he would see the tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't explain what was happening. Only that his last statement had struck a little too close for me and I had to get out of there before I suffocated. But once I felt his hand grab me the tears had automatically started to flow. I was quickly becoming a blubbering idiot. "Izzie..what's with you?" "I—I don't know." "Look at me," he whispered, still holding my arm. When I didn't look at him immediately he pulled me close to his chest and leaned forward to place his mouth close to my ear. I felt my body stiffen at the closeness of our bodies and I could swear he felt it too. I wanted to run away from him. So fast it would make his head spin and leave him asking what the hell had just happened. But instead I stayed there, letting him hold me to him while I tried to quiet the sobs that were now coming from me. At that moment his hand stilled on my shoulders and he leaned his head down. "Why are you crying," I heard him whisper in my ear. "I'm—not," I blubbered. "Yes, you are," he whispered, not moving his mouth from my ear. He stayed there, patiently waiting for my response. But for the life of me I didn't have a logical answer to give him, everything I could think of seemed to not make sense. "I—God, you must think I'm an idiot." "Never Izzie, you're anything but," he said slowly turning me to face him. "No Mike. I don't want you to see me like this," I half screamed jerking my body away from him. "I've seen you cry hundreds of times Izzie," he responded. "But this is different," I whispered back. "How?" "How?" I repeated. And then all the ways how flashed in my mind. Like a kaleidoscope of pictures circling my memory. Because I had never thought of him as anything but my friend, that's why. Because I felt like I could get lost in his eyes and stay there forever. Because for the first time in eighteen years I had realized that I, Isabelle Jones, was in love with my best friend. "How?" he asked again. "I don't know how. It just is," I answered. "Well I don't accept that answer Isabelle!" "Why are you yelling at me?" I screamed back. "Because you're holding something back from me. I'm your best friend. You should be able to tell me anything." "Not this." This time he didn't let me pull away from him. He spun me around and made me face him. His eyes were a hunter green. Much darker than they normally were when he was his fun loving, easy going self. They pierced through me and all I could see were questions. A myriad of questions that I could not answer at this time. He wanted to know why I had walked out on him. Why I was crying. But I couldn't very well tell him it was because I loved him. It was then that I saw his gaze soften and his eyes lighten. There was a slight smirk on his face and I instantly began to melt. His hand had come up to brush the remaining tears away and then he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped or the moan that inadvertently followed. He was causing things in me that I never knew existed. When he didn't let go I began to move away from him, but he held me close to him again. He had slowly begun to flutter kisses towards my ear when he stopped. "Isabelle..." "Yes," I heard myself squeak. "Come back inside." "I can't," I whispered against his neck as a whole new set of tears began to stream down my cheeks. "But I want you to," he said so low I almost couldn't hear him. And without warning he took my earlobe in his mouth and began to lightly nibble. My hands were now pressed against his bare chest trying without success to push him away from me. But as soon as he released my ear and dropped his attention to my neck I slowly found myself losing this battle. My body responded to him as if he had done this to me thousands of times. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind another one shot it down. What was he doing? "Izzie, you don't know what you do to me," he groaned. "Michael..." I said slowly forgetting the next thing I wanted to say. It was at that moment that he slowly took my earlobe in his mouth again. This time nibbling a little bit longer than before. His hands slowly traveled down do my butt and stayed there for a second before he gave it a light squeeze. Another moan escaped my mouth and I wanted to scream at my body for responding to him like this. But once that thought popped into my head it was suddenly gone at the sound of his voice. "Now why were you crying," he whispered against my neck. "I can't—" "You can't what? Tell me? You can Izzie. You can tell me anything." "Mike, this isn't the kind of thing that you just blurt out. Hell it's not even the kind of thing you realize until it's too late. And I can't. I just can't." "What Izzie? What can't you do?" he asked me as he kissed the side of my neck again and began to slowly move his hands up my back. "You can't tell me how you feel? Because I think I know." "But you don't," I strained to say. Only with his hands moving over my body it was hard to comprehend anything but what he was doing. I tried harder to think of the subject at hand but all I could think about were HIS hands. "Isabelle, I love you." As the words floated towards my ears I felt my heart stop. I couldn't possibly have heard him correctly. But then it dawned on me, Michael and I had told each other we'd loved the other several times. He loved me like he loved his dad. He loved me like he loved playing basketball. But at this moment the sound of the words made me hope for something more. It wasn't until he continued that I felt myself spiraling out of control. "I've loved you since we were seven. There's nothing I won't do for you." And without a moment to contemplate those words he kissed me. Not the kind of kisses friends give to one another. The soul shattering, mind blowing, hold onto something because you just my fall kind of kisses. It felt like hours before we came up for air. His skin was flushed and his breathing was slightly labored. I realized at that moment that he was still holding onto to me, pressing me to his chest. But it was the words he said next that frightened me the most. The words no one had ever said to me. "Isabelle Jones, I'll love you till the day I die." My heart jumped for joy and broke at the same time. There were things about me that I had never told him. Things that I knew would be a deal breaker. He wouldn't want me once he found out that I couldn't be with him. It wouldn't be fair. And I couldn't give him false hope only to break his heart later when I knew I'd never be able to repair it. No I would just have to stop it before it started. I couldn't let him love me. "Izzie...say something," he whispered. I hadn't noticed that his head was by my ear again. I could feel his breath there and I wanted so much for him to say he loved me again. But what I wished even more was to be able to say those words back. "I—I can't Michael," I heard myself say, "I can't love you." "But you can. You do." "I don't," I said shaking my head as I backed away from him. "Isabelle, don't say that." "Tomorrow this will all be like a dream. You'll forget we had this conversation and we'll laugh and laugh. And without waiting for him to respond, I did just what I had been planning to do from the beginning. I ran. Beautiful, Stranger Becky, 22 years old, red headed, wearing jeans, hat, mittens, a scarf and all the tops she had brought with her, met Gillian at Mrs Bean's, their favourite café from university days. It seemed like so long ago, and yet the reason Becky was back in town was for graduation, so it really hadn't been that long at all. Gillian was already there, the skinny, bespectacled brunette was dressed in her office gear as it was her lunch break, and looked out of place among the students in their mixture of ski jackets, woollen jerseys and layers of polypropylenes and t-shirts. She was reading from a manila folder, her highlighters lined up tidily next to her notes. Becky sat down opposite her and carefully picked up the green marker from the end of Gillian's neat row. With just as much care, she moved the orange and yellow ones a little and placed the green highlighter between them. "Don't do that! You'll ruin my system!" "Oh no!" Becky cried in mock panic, "What if you highlight a case in green and a precedent in orange?" "Well the precedent wouldn't be a problem, they're supposed to be orange," Gillian explained, fully aware that Becky was making fun of her, but standing up for her colour system anyway, "But if the case is in green I'll think it's an appeal and get all confused!" "So the big scary law firm hasn't made you change your system?" "No, but I got into a big argument with the other intern about using red. He uses it for important sections, but it totally shouldn't be used at all. Red is blatantly a bad colour for highlighting." Becky laughed, "Sounds like you fit right in." "I love it," Gillian replied, "It fulfils all my nerdy needs." Becky gave her a sly look, "But what about your other needs?" Gillian's face lit up, "Actually!" She leaned forward and said in a low voice, "I saw Mr Red Highlighter at Heaven, a new bar, last night and we only just made it into work on time this morning!" Becky raised her eyebrows and smiled, "And?" Gillian's eyes closed in bliss, "I think I found my soul mate!" "Really? That kinky?" Gillian hushed Becky, "Jeez, don't tell the whole world! But yes, that kinky," she whispered. Becky couldn't help but laugh as she eyed Gillian sideways, "You actually found the male version of you... obsessive compulsive geek by day, wild nympho by night." "Don't tell anyone, but it might be love," Gillian giggled. The dreadlocked, many-pierced waitress smiled at the two women and asked if they were ready to order. They asked for coffees and a bowl of nachos to share. Screw the diets, it was too cold to pretend a salad would be enough today. "So what about you? I bet it's great being single again after all this time. I mean, it sucks about Blair and everything, but it's good to mix it up a bit, no?" Gillian had that look in her eye that Becky knew meant she was thinking about the wildest sex imaginable. It had been a talking point between them for months before Becky discovered Blair was sleeping around that Blair was only into the vanilla stuff, same thing every time and nowhere near often enough for Becky's liking. And Becky had thought it would be great to get out and try new things once she got over the hurt of being cheated on by the man she had thought was the one. However, despite some crazy nights with her old friend Hamish a few times, Becky felt strangely unsatisfied. She sighed, "Well, you know I've always got Hamish to fall back on when I want something... creative, but I don't know..." "Oh my god, I love Hamish. I swear I was considering flying up for the weekend just to pay him a visit - and you, of course. I was planning it for next weekend, actually, but then... Mr Red Highlighter," Gillian's eyes closed again and her satisfaction with the previous night's activities was evident in the smile on her face. Becky laughed again, "What, he doesn't have a real name?" Gillian's eyes opened suddenly and she cringed as she said with obvious disapproval, "Jono. Not John, not Jonathan, not even Johnny, but Jono. No, I much prefer Mr Red Highlighter. I just called him God in bed." That last was said with a wink and a grin. Becky cringed too when she'd said Jono. That had been the name of Gillian's first boyfriend, who'd freaked out when he'd discovered her wild side and told everyone she was a dirty slut. He'd not helped matters by taking part in an orgy a month after he'd dumped her, footage of which had made it onto youporn; so he was not only an asshole, but a hypocrite, too. "Ugh, who could live with that name?" Becky pulled a face, but smiled her thanks at the waitress as she placed their coffees on the table. "I know. I reckon I can get him to change it," Gillian giggled, "But seriously, I can't believe you're implying that Hamish, of all people, is not satisfactory. He's the most reliable go-to guy I can imagine for anyone needing a good fuck," she lowered her voice at the last word, although the café was noisy enough now that it was unlikely anyone would overhear their conversation. "I know, and it was good, and he's definitely imaginative, which is what I thought I wanted, but it just didn't feel... complete. I don't know, maybe I'm still in love with Blair and just can't admit it." "Aw, Becky-Beck, Blair's an asshole. A boring-in-bed asshole in fact." "I know, but I was in love. Maybe sex can just never be the same after you've been in love like that." "Really? Wait, no way, I've been in love before and I still love sex." "Well, I don't know! The whole time I was with Blair I thought the only thing missing was a little kinky sex every now and then; but now I just want to make love again. I don't want a relationship, but to be honest I can't stand the thought of just being fucked. It makes me feel dirty. I want... I wish there was, like, some kind of system where you could just order exactly the kind of sex you want and get it, just like that, no strings, no ulterior motives, no emotional baggage." "Um, I think you're talking about prostitutes, hun." Becky stared at Gillian for a moment, thinking about paying someone for the sex she wanted, then shook her head, "If I paid for it there would be emotional baggage. I just don't think I could." Gillian laughed in disbelief, "Oh my God, Becky-Beck just seriously considered hiring a male hooker!" Becky couldn't help it, she laughed, too. In the midst of their laughter, their nachos arrived and the waitress smiled at the fact that they seemed happy. Gillian closed her folder and put it in her handbag along with her pencil and highlighters. Becky took a corn chip and dipped it first in the beans and then the sour cream. It was deliciously warm on such a miserable day. "I hope the weather's going to be better for the graduation parade tomorrow," she said with her mouth full. "Mmm, me too," agreed Gillian. "Oh that reminds me, I made reservations at The Turkish Place for dinner and Amy and Hillary have taken over Baden and the boys' flat for a graduation party." She was about to take her first bite - unlike Becky, she was always tidy and proper and never spoke with her mouth full (except maybe in bed), when her face lit up with an idea, "Maybe you could hook up with Baden tomorrow night!" Becky grimaced, "Baden? That would be like having sex with my brother!" "Your brother's hotter than Baden." "Shut up." They laughed and Gillian finally began to help Becky with the nachos. Becky told Gillian about the magazine she was working for, the new tablet she'd bought for her computer, how she was actually enjoying living on her own after two years with Blair. They gossiped about what everyone else from their first-year law class was doing now. They suspected that they were the only two who were actually happy with their jobs, and Becky thanked goodness she'd realised law wasn't for her early on and had switched to graphic design. After a while Gillian said, "Okay, so you don't want to hook up with Hamish, or Baden, or anyone like Blair or Mr Red Highlighter, or your brother-" "Gillian!" "So who do you want? You must have someone in mind." "Oh, I don't know. No-one I know already. I want to make love, nothing kinky, just nice, sweet love with a tall, dark, handsome stranger, no strings, no drama." "Jeez, you don't ask much, do you?" * * * Luke was suffering from a terrible hangover. He'd been out the night before and gone home with a cute blonde university student who'd kicked him out of her room as soon as the dirty was done. He'd gotten outside only to find his wallet missing. He turned around and knocked on the door but there was no answer. He called out all kinds of horrible things to no avail. He cursed himself for being so careless and wasting his time with just another blonde tramp who wanted it quick and dirty and would probably take all the spare cash from his wallet to boot, even if she did return it. With no means of getting home, he'd walked to his sister's flat and found a small gathering of people playing drinking games and smoking pot in the living room. They'd encouraged him to join in and he hadn't gotten to sleep until after four. At seven he woke up in a panic and tried to wake his sister to ask her for money. She refused to wake up and he resigned himself to calling in sick to work and went back to sleep on her couch. Just after midday he awoke again to find the flat empty except for a big Samoan guy using the computer in his sister's room, who explained he was her boyfriend and was using her computer to start and finish an assignment that was due in five hours. He didn't have any money but he told Luke his sister was at work as she didn't have any classes on Fridays. Luke was glad for his coat, but wished he had taken one of his sister's millions of scarves as he walked to the café where she worked. It was lunch time and busy when he entered, and he almost turned straight around again to avoid the noise that hit his already hammering head, but he spotted his sister's dreadlocks and made his way over to her. She smiled sweetly as she always did and handed over her ATM card and scribbled her PIN number on an old receipt. "There's only forty dollars on there and I need to pay my library fines, but use what you need and pay me back tomorrow, I'm working here again from eleven to six." Luke kissed her cheek and promised to pay her fines for her. As he was leaving, he saw a gorgeous redhead in a green woollen hat and scarf, and paused as he passed her table long enough to overhear a part of her conversation with her suited brunette friend. He smiled to himself and walked on, thinking what a great snippet of conversation to overhear. He went to the nearest ATM and withdrew his sister's money, but the red-head's sentence kept replaying in his mind, even as he tried to remember where the blonde from the night before lived. He started off towards the street he vaguely remembered from the previous night, but after half a block stopped suddenly. He turned around and walked back towards the café On the way he passed a stationery store. He bought a pen and scribbled out his sister's PIN number from the back of the receipt. Then he wrote a note and hurried back to the café. He arrived just in time to see the redhead and her friend hugging goodbye on the footpath outside. "I'll meet you at nine tomorrow morning," the brunette said and walked away. The redhead turned and almost bumped into Luke. "Oh, sorry," she apologised and went to walk around him. He held out his hand and touched her shoulder to stop her, then smiled down at her and pressed the tattered old receipt into her hand. He stood there just long enough to see her return his smile and look bewildered that he was giving her something, then he dipped his head as if tipping his hat and strode away, not daring to look back. He found the blonde's place and a different blonde opened the door. She grinned when he asked if Jenny was in. "Jenna isn't here, but said she was going to take your wallet to the police station, stud." She closed the door before he had time to apologise for getting the girl's name wrong, but he realised she didn't care. He picked up his wallet, sans cash as he had expected, and went to reserve a room at the Highlander Hotel after stopping by the university library and paying his sister's fines. The next day on his lunch break, he battled the graduation crowds on the main street to reach the café and return his sister's card and money. After work, he had a few beers with his colleagues, grabbed dinner at Minami, his favourite Japanese restaurant, spent an hour or so at the gym and made his way to the Higlander to wait, slightly nervously, not really expecting her to show, but hoping she would. * * * Becky said goodbye to Gillian and turned to go back to her motel, where she was staying with her parents for graduation weekend. She'd barely taken a step however, when she found herself about to walk into a tall dark man in a blue coat. "Oh, sorry," she apologised and went to walk around him. He held out his hand and touched her shoulder to stop her, then smiled down at her. He had liquid brown eyes and dark stubble across his jaw. He looked slightly dishevelled, but Becky couldn't help but smile back. She frowned a little when he pressed something into her hand, but then he dipped his head as if tipping his hat and was gone. Becky blinked, confused, and looked at the corner where he'd just disappeared. She opened her hand and unfolded what looked like an old receipt. It was faded and she couldn't make out what it was for, but then she turned it over and saw the numbers 7010 crossed out, and the following words: "Just nice, sweet love, no strings, 10pm tomorrow, Highlander Hotel" Becky was confused for a moment, then her eyes widened in disbelief. Someone had overheard her and Gillian's conversation! How embarrassing! But then... did that cute stranger actually want to meet up with her? She smiled excitedly and felt a stirring between her legs as she looked up in the direction he'd walked off. She skipped a little as she made her way back to her parents at the Gardens Motel. The next day she and Gillian giggled like schoolgirls as they discussed the note and the mysterious stranger, who Gillian said she hadn't seen at the café, either, while they collected their graduation regalia and greeted friends all around campus. They paraded in a big group of ex-flatmates and classmates and study buddies and drinking buddies along the main street to the town hall where the graduation ceremony took place. Their parents met for the first time and toasted their futures with the complimentary wine in the marquee beside the town hall as a light rain fell. In the evening they went to The Turkish Place for dinner, then the parents all went home to their Saturday night television and the girls met Amy and Hillary and a whole lot of others at Baden's flat. Becky was still not sure she was going to go to the hotel, but she had prepared herself and her handbag with everything she might need, just in case. Gillian was all for it and encouraged her to take the leap, promising to answer her phone and be prepared to respond to the coded signal for help they had arranged in case anything went wrong. Becky would text her the room number as soon as she found out, and Gillian would show up with their biggest male friends at midnight if she hadn't heard anything. Becky made sure only to have a little wine, but found herself getting more and more excited as the evening went on. At 9.45, she didn't even need Gillian's pep talk, but said goodnight to her and they both had secret smiles on their faces. She caught a taxi to the Highlander Hotel and approached the reception nervously. "Um, hi, has there been um, a tall dark man check in?" she mumbled. The receptionist seemed to have been expecting her, "Mrs Bean?" Becky almost laughed out loud, and was glad she could think fast enough to recognise the name of the café outside which she'd bumped into the man the previous day. "Yes, that's me." "Room 312. He's already up there." The woman smiled and nodded in the direction of the elevator. Becky thanked her and quickly sent a text message to Gillian: "Rm 312. Goin up nw." She thought the man must be at least somewhat intelligent, if not altogether calculating, to have pulled this off. She felt a familiar stirring deep inside her as the elevator arrived on the third floor and she walked up the corridor. Room 312. She paused outside the room and almost turned around and left, but instead took a deep breath and knocked lightly. She heard movement inside the room and her heart beat fast. Becky eyed the emergency staircase at the end of the hallway and stood ready to kick off her heels and run. She couldn't tell if the dampness she felt in her underwear was from nervous sweat or sexual anticipation. The door opened. Inside the room was candle-lit. The dark-haired man stood there in a light blue shirt, dark blue jeans and bare feet. He had shaved and when he smiled, Becky felt her legs weaken beneath her. She smiled back. "Hi," she said, unable to take her green eyes off his deep brown ones. "Hi. I'm glad you came," he said, and his voice was smooth and sounded like the colour of a good red wine. He took a step forward, lowered his head and pressed his lips lightly against hers. He paused a moment and felt her breath on his skin, then kissed her tenderly but deeply, closing his eyes and placing his left hand on her upper right arm. He felt her raise her head back and when she began to return his kiss, he felt his pulse in his groin and almost forgot to breathe. This was really going to happen. Becky kept her eyes open at first, but soon gave in to the kiss, tilted her head towards him and felt herself relax. She kissed him back and touched her hand to his elbow. With her other hand, she reached up to feel the skin on his neck just below his ear. It was soft and she felt a thick curl brushing against her hand. She ran her fingers up through his hair and stepped forward at the exact same moment as he stepped back. Lips locked, they entered the hotel room and he closed the door behind them. Then his right hand was on her cheek, they broke the kiss and looked into one another's eyes. They both smiled and they kissed again, lightly, twice, before he took her hand in his and led her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. She let herself be pulled and pressed her chest against his, reaching her face up for another kiss. Her arms went around his neck and his hands held her just below her shoulder blades, then he rubbed them down her sides and felt her waist curve in through her long woollen coat. He reached her hips and slid his hands upwards again, kissing her with a gentleness that belied the burning desire he felt rising within him. He felt her arms retreat from his neck and didn't feel them reconnect with his body. He stopped kissing her and pulled his face back enough to see she was trying to undo the buttons on her coat. He slipped one arm around her back, under her arm to support her, and helped her undo the large green buttons on the black coat. Beneath it he saw she wore a silky low cut dress of a bright light green. Her pale chest moved with her breath and he couldn't help but stare at her cleavage as he pushed back one side of her coat to reveal a milky shoulder, bare but for the thin strap of her dress. She leaned in and kissed him again as she stood and dropped her other shoulder so the coat slid off, into his lap and then onto the floor between his legs. He felt the combination of her warmth and the chill air from outside as it fell on his bare feet. Her hands were on his cheeks and she was standing just to the side of him, leaning down to kiss his lips, and he placed his large warm hands around her cool shoulders, pulling her close to him as he leaned back slowly. Beautiful, Stranger Becky let herself fall to the bed on top of the dreamy stranger, and opened her eyes to look at his face. She saw his thick dark eyelashes against his tanned skin in the candle light, and released his mouth from hers so she could kiss each closed eye. She kissed his right cheek bone then, and the hollow of his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and noticed his eyes were open and watching her as she lowered her face to his neck, where she kissed the soft skin she'd first touched with her hand, and felt him bend his head to kiss her neck. His lips were soft and warm and she felt them whisper over her skin. She closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, lost in the sensation of his kisses all over her neck. Seemingly effortlessly they rolled over together so she was on her back. He propped himself on his elbow and let his head fall over her neck, playing small kisses across her soft skin. His hand found her waist, now easier to feel under the thin silk of her dress. He felt her hands in his hair and on his shoulder, and pressed his groin with his hardening penis against the front of her hip. Their bodies were touching all the way from their heads to her toes. Luke could feel her shoes against his legs and slid one leg up so he could push off her high heels with his toes. Her hips rocked ever so slightly against his thigh; his hand moved up over her ribs to come to rest just under her breast. He held it gently then slid his hand over the silky bump and felt her hard little nipple pressing up through the soft fabric. They both let out little moans, his deep, hers high, and she shifted her hips so she could rock against him more easily. Becky knew she was ready for him, she felt hot and wet and sexy, but she knew she wanted to draw this out, not turn it into the hard, heavy, pounding sex that a part of her wanted. The man's hand on her breast began to squeeze gently and she pressed it into him, kissing his forehead and lifting one leg over one of his. She shifted her weight so they were lying on their sides, legs intertwined, and their hips began to rock gently in time. He drew back his head to look at her, and smiled at the light flush in her cheeks. She felt her insides melt as she saw him look at her and break into a grin. Her lips curled up and they banged teeth when they both went in for a kiss, lips spread into wide smiles. They laughed and tried again, more softly, warm lips and tongues reaching for each other, tasting each others' heat, sucking gently on each other's wet mouths. Becky was turned on by the sound of his breathing, and felt the hardness between his legs pressing into her pelvis. She held herself close to him for a moment, then ran her hand down his back, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt move with his rocking hips. When her fingers reached his butt, she slipped her hand under his shirt and immediately felt the warmth of his skin under her touch. She slid her hand all the way back up to his shoulder and down again; she felt him react to her rubbing with intensified kisses, firmer massaging on her breast and his legs squeezing her own. With her hand on his bare skin under his shirt, Luke longed to touch her skin. He pulled his hand off her breast and then placed it back, gently, letting her nipple tickle the palm of his hand before sliding his hand round to her back and the zip of her dress. Kissing her cheek bone and ear and neck, he pulled down the zip and felt her breasts fall looser against his chest. Her hand had found the front of his shirt and was searching for buttons to undo until she discovered it was domed, and then she pulled gently and un-popped each fastening one at a time, letting her hand brush against the skin, through the sprinkling of hair on his lightly bronzed chest. When she was done with all the domes and pushed the shirt over his shoulder, releasing one arm, he moved his hand back to her shoulder and slid the green silky strap down her arm. As he pulled down and she lifted her arm out of the dress strap, a breast came free and the sight of it caused a tugging feeling in Luke's penis. With her hand now running all over his bare chest and arm and back, his skin tingled and he pulled her close, kissing her mouth, in awe at such a beautiful, seemingly flawless woman being here with him, ready for him, and loving his body the way he was ready to worship hers. Using an elbow, he pushed them both up off the bed so they were sitting on the edge of it, let his shirt slide off his other arm and pulled his hand from the sleeve to slip her other dress strap down. As he lowered it, the dress fell from her chest and settled around her waist like liquid, revealing the purest white, most perfectly round pair of breasts Luke thought he'd ever seen. He watched hungrily as they moved up and down with her quick breath, and the nipple he hadn't yet felt grew from the soft flesh to stand erect in all its tiny pink glory. He tore his gaze from her chest and looked her in the eye. She raised her green eyes from his strong, chiselled chest and their faces met with a look that told each other they were totally in awe of each others' bodies and, for now at least, in love. Luke's hands brushed the underside of Becky's breasts and she felt the tingle it gave her move all the way down to the ever-dampening slit between her legs. He took a hold of the soft, firm lumps of flesh and nerves and pushed them up and together as his hands roamed over them. He longed to feel her nipples on his tongue, but waited for her hands to finish what they were doing, which was undoing his fly. When his zip was undone, he moved his hands to hers and they stood together. With a tiny wiggle, Becky's dress fell from her hips, leaving her standing in her almost invisible g-string that matched the milky tone of her skin. She pushed the denim from Luke's hips and made sure to run her hands over his tight butt as gravity pulled the jeans downwards. His hands found the round mounds of her butt and they stood in this loose embrace, mouths once again exploring each other, Becky's breasts brushing against the bare skin of Luke's torso. Together they hooked their fingers under the waistband of each other’s underpants and tugged down. There was a moment when Luke's stiff penis got caught in the front of his underwear, but it wasn't long until they both stepped out of their clothes and pressed their excited bodies against each other, hands attempting to cover every part of each other’s delectable skin, breathing quick and shallow as they kissed and licked and tasted each other’s faces and necks. They began to grab at each other, holding a shoulder and a butt cheek, a waist, a neck, until Becky pushed and pulled them gently down onto the bed, facing each other again, lying on their sides. Luke took the opportunity of their bodies being momentarily separated to once again push the red-head's beautiful breasts together and lowered his face to the deep groove between them. He breathed her in and felt her soft warmth cover his face. She felt his freshly shaved cheeks on each breast and ran her hands down her own sides and then his. A hot breath, a warm moistness on her nipple, and then a sucking, that incredible feeling that she felt pull in her groin, and her legs fell apart; her hands were on his hips and pulled him towards her. His tongue toyed with first one nipple, then the other, and he licked large wet circles around her areolae, which he then blew on and watched the skin form goosebumps at the cold sensation. His penis, now freed from his underwear, still felt as though it was straining to be released, and he wondered if this beautiful woman was ready for him yet. She threw one leg over his hips and pulled herself close to him. He lifted her towards him slightly and her hand slipped between their bellies. Her fingers brushing against his engorged head made him gasp in pleasure and she smiled and ran her fingers and palm all the way down to the base of his shaft. Then, wrapping her hand so her thumb applied pressure to the other side of it, she shifted her hips and moved his hard, thick pole, angling him towards her. When he first felt the softness against the head of his sensitive member, it made him even harder, and he felt the red headed woman's whole body quiver as he pressed against her opening. She moved her hand from his cock to spread her own lips, and then they both closed their eyes in bliss as he entered her wet pussy easily, her soft hot cushions seeming to embrace his solid, burning shaft as it slid in. Every time it met with any resistance, they both pushed against each other until her was deep within her, she felt his balls against her lips, his stiffness filling her insides and she almost came just from the sensation of being filled in such a simple, beautiful motion. Her legs wrapped around his and they pressed against each other. Their lips met again and the heat and wetness matched what they were feeling down below. Holding each other firmly, they began to rock their hips. Becky moaned quietly as the man pulled his hot cock away, feeling the walls of her pussy hugging him, holding tight as he slid out. To her surprise he pulled out completely and rolled away from her, but she was relieved to hear the sound of a condom packet opening, and she kissed his neck and rubbed her breasts against his chest while he rolled the condom over his full cock. Before she knew it he was inside her again, and pulling out, then in again, and out, and in. Her tongue entered his mouth and he sucked at it as it explored, then pushed her tongue back with his and felt his own tongue be surrounded by a hot slippery cavern just as his cock was and he thrust harder with his hips. She met every thrust of his with one of hers, and their hips met time and again as he buried his entire length in her tight warm hole. They rolled together so that she lay on her back and he pushed himself up on his knees to get better leverage. They never stopped kissing, covering each other’s faces in kisses and smiles and letting out soft noises of pleasure and joy. Their hands held each other close, but also ran over each other’s skin, sending shivers over their bodies and exciting and comforting each other with their warmth and tenderness. With their bodies they loved each other, enforcing the feeling with every squeeze and caress and movement. Their skin was hot, their breathing became heavy, their kisses salty with perspiration. Her pale skin seemed to dance over his tan in the candle light. At some point one of the candles stopped burning and the light grew dimmer, but neither lover noticed. She felt his cock was worshipping her from the inside, his hands loving her outside, and she loved him back with her wet, slippery pussy, sliding over and around him. He shifted his weight so it bore down on her pubic bone, and she almost cried out, then he shifted again slightly so that now, every movement he made she could feel in her clitoris. The whole area was wet with her juices and she felt her lips open and rub against him. The coarse hair surrounding his thrusting penis ensured that even when all his weight was not on her, her sensitive pink button was still getting some stimulation from him. She angled her hips so that his rubbing was intensified. He laid kisses across her chest as she tipped her head back and gasped with every thrust. Becky could feel the heat rising within her, the tingling emanating from her puffy little sex button, she felt the soft pricks of rushing blood in her temples. The mysterious, sensuous man above her took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. As he released it, she clamped her legs tight around his hips and felt her every muscle tense up. It was as if time stood still for a long moment, then she felt a great pulse in her clitoris and everything began to melt away. It all came back, then another pulse released it again, and it continued, becoming less and less intense, but somehow even more enjoyable with every next wave. Slowly, she became aware that the incredible man holding her was still moving inside her. He had slowed and pressed himself deep inside her for her climax, but was now thrusting again, with an urgency she understood with every part of her. She clenched the muscles of her pussy around his almost bursting cock and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand. As he tensed in orgasm, she blew her hot breath across the sweat on his chest. The feeling of his waves of tension and release almost sent her to orgasm a second time. Their hands never left each other and they enveloped one another in their love and attention. When he eventually stopped thrusting into her, she tightened her pussy muscles and made him gasp with the intensity of the sensation, which in turn did the same to her, and they lay in a love knot, twitching and gasping with pleasure until they had no energy left but for breathing. They actually fell asleep before he softened inside her, and she felt him falling out of her only in her dreams. Just before midnight Becky half woke to the sound of her phone. She fumbled for her coat with her toes and pulled it onto the bed, where she could reach into the pocket and get her phone. She saw Gillian had called, so sent a text saying, "Dnt wry. All is perfct. Perfct" before falling asleep once more. * * * Becky woke up in the early morning as the last candle guttered and extricated herself from the beautiful man's embrace. She went to the bathroom, relieved her bladder and splashed water on her face. As she looked into the mirror and saw herself staring back, wide eyed and happy, she heard a gentle knock on the bathroom door. She reached out and opened it, and the man entered, still naked just like her. He smiled tenderly, put his hand under her chin and lifted her face into a kiss. She kissed back with feeling and let him lead her into the shower, where they covered each other in warm soapy water and loved each other’s bodies clean. Then they wrapped each other in the large hotel towels and he kissed her again. She could hardly believe this had all really happened. He remained in the bathroom while she dried and dressed herself, and emerged, dry too, but naked, just as she was putting on her coat. He smiled at her, remembering what she looked like underneath her clothes, and she smiled back, openly admiring his body. He beckoned her over and they kissed long and deep, one last time. "That was beautiful," Becky whispered in the doorway as she let herself out. "Beautiful," Luke echoed as the door closed. Beautiful Stranger Bored and tired of her mundane life, we'll call her "Daniella" let her hair down allowing a side of herself to make an appearance into a bold new chapter of her life. Daniella had been on an adult dating site for several months and during that time she'd corresponded with a select few. They'd shared messages establishing needs, desires and fantasies. She was cautious by nature, yet simmering below the surface was her repressed inborn feistiness, which now both needed and wanted to explore new horizons. Throwing caution to the wind she decided she no longer cared about what her family and friends would say, should they ever discover her "naughty dirty little secrets." She giggled quietly like a naughty schoolgirl, knowing full well that if she were found out, she'd suffer some serious rebukes. Yet she had grown tired of complying with what others "expected" of her. This was her life and she was going to live it with exuberant vivacity! She owed it to herself. She'd long held this one fantasy (amongst several others) of meeting with a stranger, and this was about to materialize. We'll call him "Ryan." Ryan was a businessman. His suave approach, struck all the right chords, his smart words like candy to a child and it was "game on!" We shared a few mails exchanged numbers, chatted a couple of times and the plot was set in motion. She was to meet him at a designated hotel of his choice she was given the room number and a specified time. With her heart beating wildly the thought of pulling out at the last moment was overwhelming. But at the same time the excitement that surged through her was like something she'd never experienced. A huge risk especially knowing vey little about this man, but a risk she was ready to take. She put on "cute" not seductively sexy lingerie (as she thinks back now, blushing) slipped on a pair of high-heeled summer sandals and a simple yet elegant summer dress. Excitement fused with a hint of apprehension welled inside her, but she was determined. She arrived at the hotel, took the lift to floor, walked down the passage checking for the room number. Finally! But at that very moment her instinct was flight! She calmed herself took a few deep breaths and knocked gently, I guess she was hoping she wouldn't be heard. But no sooner the barely audible knock, the guy opened the door slightly and greeted her. Her frayed nerves shot and she wanted to run, but something about his demeanour urged her stay. He was rather good looking, tall, well built and a lovely smile. This soothed her and he ushered her into the room. Her eyes scoured the room and back to him, he was barefoot, but had his clothes on. He walked up to her and pulled her gently yet firmly towards him and kissed her, she responded with quiet enthusiasm. His hands began tracing her body and suddenly she felt wetness and a thrill pulsating between her legs. At that point she just wanted to be taken. Yet he continued to touch, feel and kiss her. The longer he continued the more she relaxed. He didn't rush her he pleasured her allowing her resistance to subside. Somewhere between the touching and kissing the dress had been slipped off and she stood there in her underwear. He undressed then sat back in the chair naked and motioned to her to kneel before him, her face now directly in front of his cock. The thrill of this beautiful organ right before her, her mouth dying to pleasure him orally, she so loved sucking cock! She didn't need much urging, her warm wet mouth circled the tip, then her tongue began to work its magic. Tongue twirling the rim, one of her hands held his cock firmly while the other played with his balls, as he gasped with pleasure. Her flat tongue along the underside down towards his balls up again to the tip and she took his cock into her mouth, loving the feeling of how it filled her mouth. He stood up in front of her, held her head and began thrusting slowly, then a little faster. It felt so good! The control he had over her, this delightful stranger, who was fucking her mouth. He slowed down then stopped, and helped her to her feet. He admired her from top to toe and then pushed her onto the bed while he stood looking at her. At this point she felt a hint of panic, yet excitement, she enjoyed the bit of "roughness" and soon he was laying beside her, tracing her curves and slipping off her bra, he began kissing her nipples and fondling her perky breasts. She was so wet and just wanted to feel his cock thrust into her, she wanted him to fuck her, but he had other plans. He pulled off her panties, traced his finger along her mound down her sensitive pussy lips then his mouth and tongue began to feast on her wet hot pussy. She squirmed with pleasure raised her hips offering up her pussy to him which he devoured with great pleasure. He really was enjoying her pussy, her taste her moans. He stopped pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes. At this point she no longer cared, the pleasure was beyond anything she'd experienced before and she was loving every minute of it. Her sense of sight gone her other senses heightened, and he began to play. A light tickle all the way down her body, and every nerve tingled with excitement. Then a heat on her pussy, she realized he'd gone down on her once again, licks and nibbles to her sensitive clit and she shuddered, then suddenly his tongue thrust deep into her, she let out a moan of absolute bliss, again raising her hips and thrusting her pussy into his face. Alternating between feather light touches and tongue thrusting she was on the verge of an orgasm. As he continued eating her pussy his fingers found her nipples and pinched them while at the same time his tongue thrust deep into her. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as her moans of pleasure got louder and with that he thrust his hot hard cock deep into her and pounded her hard until she convulsed reaching an orgasm and he emptied his hot cum deep inside of her. She got up showered, got dressed and left, never to see him again! Beautiful Stranger We sat at our table idly talking and enjoying each other's company when I looked over toward the bar and saw her for the first time. She was looking right at me with this mischievous sexy smile, and I could not help but smile back. I turned back to my boyfriend and continued our conversation with intermittent kisses and caresses, but every once in a while I'd look back at the bar and she would smile at me again. We began flirting with our eyes until suddenly she started to come towards our table. I looked back to my boyfriend listening to what he was saying when I saw her stop beside us. He looked up at her first before I followed his gaze. She smiled and bent over whispering something into his ear then straightened and walked away. I looked at my boyfriend puzzled and he smiled at me. I asked what she said to him and he laughed a little telling me that she had offered to have a threesome with us. I was immediately aroused. I'd never been with a woman, but I found this one irresistible. I asked if he was interested and he stared at me in surprise before admitting that he was. She had informed him that she would be outside waiting for us in fifteen minutes if we wanted to join her. I began getting very excited and convinced him that I really wanted to do this. We paid our bill and went outside to find her waiting for us. No words were exchanged as she beckoned us to follow her to a nearby hotel. We checked into a room and headed there still in silence. As soon as the door was closed her mouth was on mine and kissing a woman was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. She walked me to the bed as she stripped off my tight blue dress followed by my lace push up bra. I was unaware of what had happened to my boyfriend as I was completely enthralled in the woman now laying on top of me kissing down my neck to my breasts before lightly licking and sucking on my nipples. My boyfriend came to the bed then completely naked and kissed me passionately as this mysterious woman moved her kisses further down my body slipping my panties over my hips and slowly down my legs her kisses moving in their wake. Her mouth moved back up my body and stopped at my inner thighs. As she reached the heat between my legs my boyfriend moved and slowly slid is cock into my mouth and deep down my throat. He began fucking my mouth slowly as her tongue slid up over my clit causing me to buck up toward her and moan around his thrusting cock. I came hard into her mouth and she sat up rubbing her hands along my body and up onto my boyfriend kissing his mouth as he continued to fuck mine. He pulled out of my throat and turned me over. He lay back on the bed as I mounted him and she then satbupon his face both of us riding him at once and kissing passionately above him. I could taste myself on her mouth as we kissed and this pushed me over the edge again hard around his cock. I cried out as I came and she smiled in deep satisfaction at my second orgasm. I collapsed onto the bed breathless and opened my eyes to see her on all fours over me with her breasts swaying in my face as my boyfriend fucked her from behind. I reached up and took her erect nipple into my mouth suckling her breast and massaging the other with one hand. My other hand slowly explored her body moving down over her stomach and hips landing on her clit where I began rubbing while she continued to be fucked. She came with her juices dripping down my hand and I brought it to first my mouth then hers tasting her and licking my hand clean. She grinned at me then and moved away from on top of me. She pulled my boyfriend over and laid him on his back with his pelvis near my face. I moved in to begin sucking him. She moved in beside me and we licked and sucked his cock together until he was close to cumming. He grabbed us both by our hair and pulled us to our knees facing each other with our breasts touching and he began jerking his cock before releasing his load on our tits. She leaned in and began licking my breasts clean then wiped her own with her fingers and guided them into my mouth to suck them clean. We kissed again breaking apart only to take turns kissing my boyfriend. Eventually I fell asleep entangled in them both. When I woke she was gone and my boyfriend and I dressed and checked out of the room. We never learned her name and I never heard her voice. We never saw her again, but it was a night I would always remember.