3 comments/ 29642 views/ 7 favorites The Perfect Stranger Ch. 01 By: BabyOnteora Samara was on her way home from a business meeting and had been sitting in traffic for a good two hours, the turned down a secluded back road, when her car decided that it needed a nap and died on her. She had already had a frustrating day, her secretary forgot to fax some important documents, she had spilled hazelnut flavored iced coffee down her white blouse and two serious investors decided to pull out of the company. Now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with rain pouring from the sky, daring her to get out and pop the hood, not a cigarette in site, and her cell phone hadn't had reception for miles. She leaned back into her seat cussed at the clouds for a moment and not so vigorously opened the car door to step out into what she considered a mini tsunami. She looked under the hood, but it was worse than a foreign language, the only thing she knew about cars was that the gas you put in them can consume your life savings, and by now she was soaked to boot. Right when she had given up all hope, a black Durango pulled up behind her and when the man stepped out of the car, her heart fluttered. He was tall, with creamy brown skin, neatly trimmed jet black hair, and had a small tuft of hair on his chin. He wore a sexy yellow polo shirt and khakis colored jeans, both complementing his tawny skin. Casually dressed, but appealed to all of her senses. He laughed at her and walked over. "I could fix your car, but I'd rather give you a ride, you're kind of cute when you're bent out of shape." She rolled her eyes and started to get in the car and he grabbed her arm and turned her toward him. "You know I could be the only person that comes down this road today, and you don't want to be stuck here over night do you? And besides, I'm a really nice guy." Her mind told her it was dumb for her to get into a car with a complete stranger, with no witnesses around, but he heart was still fluttering about inside her chest. She was eager to get to know him, and agreed to let him take her to the nearest gas station to call for a tow truck. He thought she was absolutely beautiful. She was fair skinned, with very sensuous slate-colored eyes, and her long brown hair hung down around her face and down her back and curled at the ends, with little droplets of water hanging on to each strand. She was neatly dressed in a black skirt heels and a white shirt, and bigger earrings than most women could ever pull off. Her shirt was transparent and hugging her breasts tightly, and her nipples were hard as rocks, he could see her bra lining the indention of her back and he was immediately aroused at the thought of unfastening it. Her skirt came to the middle of her thighs, and clung to her hips with a small pleat in the side, and hiked up a little in the back with every step she took. She had very beautiful thighs and he wanted badly to squeeze them in his hands. Her high heels added to the effect and her earrings were probably knock offs from India, but they looked sexy peaking out through her tangled hair. He thought she was perfect. He started up the car and cut the heater on so she would thaw out a bit, or at least hoped she would get so hot that she would have to un-button her shirt a little. He had no intentions of sleeping with her, but he sure did fantasize. She gazed out the window wondering what she had gotten herself into, patiently watching the rain trickle down the glass, and smiled. Maybe she did need a little excitement in her life, would it be so bad to seduce him? She looked over at him and saw that he was looking at her thighs, so she hiked her skirt up a tiny bit to reveal more skin. She was still wet and he found it to be insanely sexy. "Thank you for the ride." She said "No problem, it's my job to help a damsel in distress," he smirked mockingly, "tell me a little more about yourself." His mahogany eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke to her, and with the passing of each street lamp she noticed a hint of gold swimming in the pools of brown. He had beautiful eyes that told a story. They were framed by long black eyelashes that naturally coiled into the perfect shape. She could probably be content for days just looking at him. She told him who she was and what she did for a living, and a couple of other random things, and he told her that he installed car stereos, and had a part time job as a manager at a local store, and they chatted the whole way to the service station. She thanked him again and called the local tow truck, and then walked back outside. He was still waiting. "What did they say? I'll stay here until they come to make sure you are safe." He said "The man told me that there was a flash flood warning in effect, and the roads were getting bad and that they wouldn't be able to come get the car until in the morning, and my house is an hour away from here." She replied. "Would you mind if I invited you over for the night?" An charming smile stretched across his face. "I wouldn't want to impose..." She began, and he abruptly cut her words off and told her to hop in. They arrived at his apartment and excitement ran through her body. When they got inside he told her she would have to get out of her clothes and get into something dry. He showed her where the bathroom was and sat some bubble bath on the edge of the tub for her. He's quite romantic she thought to herself. She poured hot water into the tub and watched the bubbles grow as she stripped the layers of clothes away from her cold body, and then slowly sank into the water. It felt so relaxing. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. The warm water was so soothing that she accidentally dozed off thinking about the man she had met tonight. He quietly opened the door to check on her and saw her submerged in the water. It was such an enticing image that he couldn't resist getting closer to her. He kneeled down beside her, kissed her on her forehead, and dipped his hand down into her water. He found the cloth and began bathing her, gently rubbing the side of her face and her neck. She momentarily opened her eyes and realized that he was touching her, and it turned her on. He hadn't noticed, so she closed her eyes back to see how far he would take it. She felt the cloth move slowly over her nipples, sending her into a frenzy. He brushed her hair away from her eyes, dropped the wash cloth into the water and laid his callused hand onto her stomach, moving in a circular motion and then ran his hand up her side until he was cupping one of her breasts. He could see her nipples sticking out of the water because the bubbles had died down, and brushed his thumb across it back and forth a few times, then went to get the cloth again. She was watching him admire her body- he was being so caring and gentle. She wanted him badly. He soaped up her thighs and rinsed them off and kissed one of them. His dick was throbbing and he moved his free hand down to stroke it through his jeans, as he pushed the cloth up and down her pussy. It crossed his mind to just yank her out of the water and have sex with her right then and there, but he was a good guy, and he decided against it. He attempted to calm him self down and caressed her face. Batting her eyelashes, she pretended to wake up, and he told her there was a towel on the sink and left the bathroom. She wrapped the towel around herself and looked into the mirror envisioning his hand around her neck and started pouting because she didn't want him to stop touching her. She ignored the oversized t-shirt he had laid beside the towel and walked out of the bathroom. She found him sitting on the couch watching re runs and when she walked into view, his eyes traced her voluptuous curves from her toes to her calf muscles to her thighs where he stopped for a moment, and then continued the visual journey until their eyes met. She innocently bit on her bottom lip and gazed at him as seductively as she possibly could. He shook his head, told her she was beautiful, and reluctantly looked away from her half naked body. He got up and took her hand in his and led her to his bedroom where he already had the covers turned down and she bent over just enough so he could see her cute round ass under the hem of the towel and fluffed her pillow. He knew she had done this intentionally and it was driving him crazy again. She turned back to face him and he pulled the towel away from her, exposing all of her beautiful parts. She put her hands around his shoulders and he put his hands on her hips pulling her close enough to feel his erection, and slid them all the way up her side, moved her hair away long enough to suck on her neck for a moment and then pulled away from her. He looked into her eyes questioningly and paused for a moment. "What do you see in me? You are a beautiful young woman, and you probably have every thing you want in life, already...I doubt that I am your type at all." He said. She gazed around his room. . His apartment was smaller than normal, but was in a nice area. It was tidy, and full of electronics, and she could tell that he wasn't rich by any means, but from the looks of it, he got by fine. His clothes were nice, and he seemed to be well groomed. He was slender, yet his body was well defined, and his rough hands had small nicks and cuts all over them-But his eyes called to her with need and sincerity. Her parents had warned her of black men and her father even threatened to disown her on a few occasions when she had looked at a black man for too long, but with him, she felt so safe and so peaceful. She knew he could over power her at any given moment, but his muscles were relaxed, and he was standing in front of her naked body and hadn't taken advantage of her yet. She was only twenty-four, about to turn twenty-five in a couple of months, and he had to be at least ten years older than her, but that only made him more attractive, and mature. They were from two completely different worlds, but when she thought of him, she only thought of words like protector. She wanted him to trust her as she trusted him. She looked away trying to think of the right thing to say to him because she really couldn't explain why she felt the way she did. He saw through her contradicting thoughts immediately. "I will sleep on the couch tonight, gorgeous." He said, and kissed her one last time on the cheek before turning and walking out of the room. She knew he was trying to be a gentleman and she didn't want him to be at all. She pouted and snuggled up in the covers and as soon as he had gone out, she remembered they had exchanged phone numbers, and she rustled through her purse and pulled out her cell. Perfect -- she finally had reception! She sent him a sassy little text message saying "I wanted you to have me, tonight." She heard his phone alarm and waited. In the next room, he chuckled to himself and sent her a message back that said "sometimes, good things are worth waiting for." She gave up and went to sleep. The Perfect Stranger Ch. 02 Once he left a million thoughts were flowing through my head. I couldn’t believe that this had happened! It was so exciting and thrilling yet I was really confused and somewhat disturbed. My body was still on fire, but my mind was in turmoil. Grant came home later that night and we had a late dinner. I could barely maintain a conversation with him as my mind kept drifting back to my afternoon with the stranger. I realized that I had not even seen his face yet I was consumed by him! “My God what is wrong with me?” I asked myself. I had never done anything like this before. Sex with total strangers was just not something of interest to me, and the fact that I had enjoyed it was even more shocking! “Are you OK honey?” Grant asked. “Yes fine,” I was barely able to answer. “I’m just tired. I was up and down the mall all afternoon and I think it wore me out.” As we cleaned up the kitchen I realized I could still smell him on my skin and taste him on my lips. Umm he was delicious and I quivered as I replayed his touch in my head. I went to bed exhausted from thinking so much. The next morning I tried to go about my day, but I found myself daydreaming about him and my whole body would tingle and shiver with desire. That night in bed I continued to be filled with thoughts of him and excitement would radiate through my entire body. I was already fantasizing about what he would “force me” to do next time. I even imagined him lying in bed next to me. I started to worry that I would talk in my sleep and Grant would become suspicious! “Ahh why did he excite me so much,” I growled to myself, as I covered my head with my pillow. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I could feel this way about a total stranger. One thing I knew for sure was that despite the conflict this was causing me there was no turning back now. I didn’t know where it was going but I had to see it through. The week seemed to drag on forever as I impatiently expected his call. You bastard, you are invading my days, violating my privacy, filling me with fear and anticipation! I hate this feeling of being possessed by you, of having my entire life on hold waiting for your phone call. The day finally arrived and I shivered with desire when I heard his voice on the phone. Thankfully Grant was away again on business so we set up a meeting for tomorrow. He said he would call me back tonight with some specific instructions to follow and then abruptly hung up on me! I looked forward to these “instructions” with a mixture of apprehension and yet overwhelming desire. I spent another restless evening fantasizing about him and analyzing what I was doing. I thought the phone would never ring, and I realized he was probably purposely making me wait. He finally called me back and gave my “instructions” which he made me write down and repeat back to him! He said that if I didn’t follow them to the letter then our little tryst would be over! I wrote frantically and didn’t even comprehend what I was writing until I read it back to him. YOU ARE TO RETURN TO THE MALL TOMORROW WEARING YOUR SHORTEST SKIRT AND YOUR HIGHEST HEELS. UNDERNEATH YOUR SKIRT YOU WILL WEAR BRIGHT RED PANTIES, BLACK NYLON STOCKINGS (NO PANTYHOSE) AND A GARTER BELT. IF YOU DON’T HAVE THESE ITEMS YOU ARE TO PURCHASE THEM AT THE MALL AND CHANGE IN A WASHROOM. ONCE THERE YOU WILL FIND EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO EXPOSE YOUR UPPER THIGHS AND PANTIES TO AS MANY MEN AS POSSIBLE! YOU NEED TO FIND BENCH’S TO SIT ON SO THAT YOU CAN CROSS AND UNCROSS YOUR LEGS EVERY TIME A MAN LOOKS AT YOU. I ALSO WANT YOU TO FIND OPPORTUNITIES TO GO UP ESCALATORS AND STAIRCASES AHEAD OF MEN AND PRETEND TO DROP YOU’RE PURSE, KEYS ETC SO THAT YOU CAN REALLY GIVE THEM A SHOW. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE FOLLOWING MY INSTRUCTIONS. Oh my God this is not what I had expected! My little teasing charade last week was one thing but this is too much for me. My emotions ran wild as I tried to digest this new information. I don’t think I can go through with it I thought to myself. What if someone I know sees me? What if my mother is at the mall? What if some other woman confronts me about my behavior in front of everyone? What if mall security gets a complaint and I get arrested for indecent exposure? Oh God Barb, now you are starting to think like your husband! “NO I can’t do it,” I said out loud. It will just be far to humiliating and embarrassing. I had made my decision and that was final! Last week had been exciting but I will just have to put it behind me. This was just too much to expect!! I felt shaky and decided to pour myself a glass of wine. I turned on the TV and decided to watch a movie. Anything to get my mind off of today’s turn of events. I sat down to watch the show but I could not keep my mind on the story. I could not stop thinking about HIM dammit! I had been in a constant state of arousal all week and tonight was no different. My body was consumed with sexual tension begging for release. “Stop it Barb,” I told myself but my brain would not listen to reason. I poured myself glass after glass of wine hoping that would help but to no avail. My “bad girl” side was negotiating with my “good girl side” trying to come up with a compromise. But he won’t let you compromise remember? My mind was reeling as I realized that I could not fight off the incredible urges I was feeling inside me. Finally I reluctantly decided to submit to his instructions,” BUT ONLY THIS ONE TIME,” I said aloud. “OK Barb, now you have to see if you have anything to wear.” I hadn’t worn nylons and a garter belt for years and what I have probably won’t fit me now anyway. I emptied the contents of my bottom night stand drawer on the bed and found everything I needed including two or three pairs of red panties. I proceeded to try everything on and to my surprise they still fit. I didn’t like the way my stomach looked without control top panties but I found a white corset style garter belt with stiff boning that did a good job of hiding my stomach. It was a little uncomfortable but I decided to wear it anyway. I found my shortest skirt and my highest sexy heels and set it all out for tomorrow. I was drunk, tired and emotionally exhausted so I collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep. The next morning I awoke earlier than usual feeling full of energy. I must have had a deep sleep because I don’t even remember dreaming about anything. I made a pot of coffee and sat down to relax but my mind wouldn’t let me. I took my coffee into the bathroom and got ready to take a shower. I was washing my breasts and found that my nipples were hard and tingling with desire. When I soaped my pubic area a shudder of desire shot through me like electricity! “Oh my God Barb,” I thought, this has never happened before in my life! I toweled my body dry, applied body lotion and started my makeup. I was feeling very sexy and decided to wear my darkest red lipstick. I checked the clock and realized I had to hurry so I wouldn’t be late. After I was fully dressed I checked myself from every conceivable angle in the mirror to make sure I looked perfect. I even bent over and checked with a hand mirror to see just what the men would see later when I bent over! I had to admit that my creamy thighs showing above my stockings and my saucy red panties looked very sexy indeed! A lot of men will be very happy today that their wives or girlfriends had dragged them shopping! I started the Lexus and began my drive to the mall. My palms were sweaty on the steering wheel and my hands were shaking. My legs were trembling with fear and anticipation! God Barb, concentrate on driving! You don’t want to end up at the emergency ward dressed like this!! I made it to the mall in one piece, parked and shut the car off. I tried to get out of the car but my legs would not work! I was frozen, I couldn’t move. I sat there for a few minutes until finally my legs obeyed my brain. I checked my watch and saw that I was on time. Once inside I scouted for mall benches that afforded a good view from men exiting stores. I decided that the best place to sit would be outside stereo stores or even men’s wear stores. Hopefully their wives or girlfriends wouldn’t be with most of them. I knew I wouldn’t get any complaints from the men but I was still worried about the women. I found my first bench, right outside an electronics store, sat down and waited for my first opportunity. I had brought a newspaper with me so that I could sort of hide behind it. I also figured that most men would look more freely if they thought I couldn’t see them looking! I didn’t have to wait long for my first target. A middle aged man exited the store right in front of me and immediately glanced in my direction. I pretended to fidget and cross and uncross my legs as I tried to hide my eyes behind the paper. I knew that my exposed thighs were showing above my nylons and I was certain that he probably caught a few glimpses of my bright red panties (so that’s why he insisted on red!) I could almost feel his eyes through the newspaper as he stared directly up my skirt. I expected him to look away but he didn’t so I pretended to fumble through my purse as I crossed my legs slowly again. My skirt had ridden up even higher on my thighs so I knew he was getting a real eyeful! I looked his way as discreetly as possible and saw a bulge growing in his trousers. He turned away for a second and I realized from his movements that he was obviously readjusting his pants in a futile effort to conceal the growing bulge. He walked around in circles like a lost child but his gaze kept returning to my thighs. I felt a warm flush of arousal sweep over me and found myself enjoying this attention. Grant had always told me that women have this huge power over men and I was finally starting to realize what he meant. Oh God he is walking towards me know! Before I knew it he was sitting beside me! “I love your perfume”, he said. “What fragrance is that?” “Allure, I answered. “I couldn’t help notice what a beautiful woman you are,” he added. “Thank you,” I replied sincerely. “I have honestly never approached a woman anywhere and said that,” he admits sheepishly. “Well I’m glad to be the first,” I replied. “I don’t know what came over me, I hope you are not offended”, he said. “Not at all, I said, it is nice to be noticed”. “I couldn’t help but observe that you are wearing stockings instead of pantyhose” he said bravely. “Personally I wish pantyhose had never been invented,” he continued boldly. “So does my husband,” I answered. I think the “husband” word scared him a little because he moved away from me on the bench a bit. “Is your husband here with you at the mall” he asked? “No he is out of town on business,” I replied. This seemed to relax him again “Well your husband is a very lucky man to have you” he said. “I wish my wife would dress more provocatively for me but she won’t” he replied. “Not that her legs could ever compare to yours mind you. Your husband must really trust you to leave you home alone. I bet there are a lot of men who would love to leave their wife here at the mall and take you home instead,” he declared. “Are you one of those men?” I bravely replied. “Would you like me to be?” he retorted. “Well I don’t know,” I teased. “Are you rich like my husband?’ “Oh I see,” he answered. “I should have known it would come down to wealth”. “You beautiful women always use your face and bodies to suck the money right out of our wallets” he snorted as he got up and stomped off! “I was only kidding”, I replied, but it was too late, he was out of earshot. Gee that went well, I muttered under my breath. Oh well I needed to get rid of him anyway and look for my next “victim”. I told myself that I could not allow any more verbal contact with these men or I would never accomplish my “instructions” of titillating dozens of horny guys today! And the only man I wanted to take home might be watching me? Hopefully I hadn’t already upset him. It wasn’t long before another man caught my eye. This one was much younger and better looking, about thirty I guessed. I caught him glancing at me and knew he was hooked. I crossed my legs to give him a better look as he tried to look casual. I uncrossed them and spread them a bit to expose my red panties as I pretended to read the paper. He was trying not to look directly at me but I could tell he was watching me from the corner of his eye. He looked a bit nervous and kept checking his watch as he glanced up and down the mall. However his eyes kept coming back to me as I again crossed my legs to hopefully reveal my thighs above my black nylons. I realized that both of his hands were in his front pant pockets, probably to disguise the growing bulge in his crotch. Suddenly a woman appeared beside him and appeared to be scolding him as she hustled him away! I guess we were both so “busy” that we hadn’t seen his wife arrive! Well, that ends that little episode! I suddenly had a brain wave! What better way to tease men than to go shoe shopping! I could even pick the man I wanted to tantalize! I walked up the mall until I reached Aldo. Perfect, there was a young good looking salesman eager to serve me! I picked out several pairs of sexy stiletto heels and had him check for my size. This guy was extremely handsome; he should have been a model not a shoe salesman! I knew I was really going to enjoy his attention! He knelt in front of me and removed my old shoes. I had purposely hiked up my already short skirt while I was waiting for him to return so I knew he could see my white thighs all the way to my panties. God, this was perfect, why didn’t I think of this before? I also didn’t have to worry about the wrong person seeing anything! He steadied my leg with one hand as he put the first shoe on with the other. His touch sent shock waves through me as I gazed at his blond hair. I spread my legs even further apart as he reached for the second shoe. His hand was already shaking as he fumbled to get it on my foot. He dropped the shoe twice and apologized sheepishly before finally getting it on. I could see a bulge growing in his crotch which he was trying to conceal with his elbows. He said I should walk in them to make sure they were comfortable. I paced up and down the store to give him a good look at my legs, bending over at one point pretending to adjust the straps. “Did you want to try the rest of the shoes on?” he asked hopefully. “Of course,” I replied. He proceeded to remove the shoes and opened another box. His hands were shaking even more now and I could see a few beads of perspiration on his forehead. Despite this he seemed a little braver now as his hand kind of stroked my upper calf as he steadied my leg. My legs were starting to tremble and I had to concentrate on keeping them still. “God I thought to myself, I don’t know who is more excited, him or me? His hands were sweaty now and he was breathing much faster as he fumbled with yet another pair of shoes. He was so preoccupied that had forgotten to conceal the raging hard-on between his legs so I was getting a show of my own! I could see a wet spot developing at the tip of his cock right through his beige pants and knew that this poor guy was close to coming right here in a shoe store! This only added to my arousal and I realized my own panties were now moist with desire. “You have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen in my life”, he managed to whisper. I was surprised that he had actually had the courage to admit this out loud but I guess he figured from my sexy little show that I wouldn’t mind. “Thank you, I replied, coming from you that is a great compliment. I am sure you have seen hundreds of beautiful legs in this line of work. “ “Yes ma’am I have but none as gorgeous and sexy as yours”, he replied quietly. I glanced at my watch and realized I had done it again! I had spent way too much time flashing one man. My instructions were to tease as many men as possible and so far I had only succeeded with three. I hope “he” wasn’t watching me? “I’ll take the black pair,” I said, knowing this would conclude our time together. I noticed he held the boxes of shoes in front of his crotch and I could tell that he was very relieved to get behind the counter where his huge erection was no longer on display to anyone who would see him. “Thank you Mrs. Young “he said as he handed me my shoes. “The next time you ever need new shoes please come back and see me”. “Oh don’t worry,” I replied coyly, “You will get all of my business from now on”. As I was leaving I heard him tell another staff member that he was going to take his break now. I sinfully had a mental picture of him retreating to the washroom to relieve his aching balls of their frustration. My only disappointment was that I could not finish the job with him! I headed down the mall towards the escalators where I figured I could light someone else’s fire. I was almost giddy with excitement and my panties were now wet with desire. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think it would be such an erotic turn-on to have these men lusting after me! I wasn’t sure how much more I could take because I was in a semi-orgasmic state myself! The sexual tension had been building inside me all week and my body was pleading for release! Suddenly I was startled by the ring of my cell phone. “It must be “him” I concluded as I reached in my purse to retrieve it. The plan was that he would phone me to signal the end of the mall game and we would both return to my house for a night of illicit sex! I quivered with desire as I pushed the button to answer. “Hello,” I said anxiously. “The game is over”, he snapped. “I thought I told you to expose yourself to as many men as possible today”. “I’m sorry,” I replied submissively. I guess I got caught up in the moment. “I saw you with the shoe salesman,” he responded curtly. “You were supposed to tease and run not stay and play. Now go home and wait for me, and don’t forget to leave the door unlocked. I will be along shortly. In the meantime I want you to think of what your punishment should be for disobeying me! “Then he hung up! All the way home my mind reeled with fear about what was coming later. “Who does he think he is?” I muttered under my breath. Punishment? I am not a child you know. Maybe I should go home, lock the doors and call the police? No that won’t work; it could open up a whole can of worms that Grant would probably find out about! Besides my body was aching for release from its intense sexual state so I needed him to come over! “Maybe he will just give me a light spanking or something,” I tried to convince myself. He did seem to be into S/M a little the first time but that turned out OK. His demeanor had changed quickly last time from rough to almost loving so I could only hope the same would be true this time? Perhaps he will have calmed down by the time he get’s here? I poured myself a big glass of wine hoping that would calm my nerves. “Was he jealous of those other men today? It was his idea! How could he blame me for this? I waited for ever and he never showed up! The minutes turned into hours until I finally realized he wasn’t coming! The bastard! As frightened as I was I realized I was probably willing to accept almost any punishment he would dish out if it meant my body would finally get the release it so desperately needed! Somehow the fear had pushed my aroused body to even further heights of desire. I needed an orgasm almost more than I needed to breathe! If the stores were not closed I would have gone back to the mall in search of my shoe salesman! I am sure he would have jumped at the chance to come home with me! That son of a bitch! He purposely did this so that I would suffer all night! This I realized was the ultimate punishment! The Perfect Stranger Ch. 02 The next morning she woke up a little dazed. She was definitely not a morning person, and she felt like she had slept for a half a century...and then she realized she couldn't move her arms. She was lying on her side and her arms were bound to the headboard with crimson red silk scarves. Wow, she thought, and glanced to the night stand and saw a bottle of baby oil, and what smelled like sandalwood incense burning slowly. Then she looked down, her breasts where bare, and her ankles were tied up as well. Chris was sitting at the foot of the bed watching her sleep and she smiled at him. "I am all yours," she grinned. "I know," he said, "You have no other choice, princess." This made her want him. Was he finally going to give it to her? Scenarios of what he might do to her ran through her head, she was so ready. He got up and picked up the baby oil, took all of his clothing off and got behind her. She could feel the head of his cock, nudging her between her ass cheeks. He tugged her hair, bringing her neck closer and he traced his tongue up and down, and his hands were roaming over her large breasts, pinching her nipples. She tried moving closer but it was in vain, he had her exactly where he wanted her. He reached behind and took the baby oil and dripped a little on her neck and rubbed it in, holding her throat tightly and moved down to her chest, where he dripped more of it on her. He rubbed her hard and she was getting so wet. He pulled out a small vibrator and laid it to the side of her neck, she moaned for more, and he ran it across her tender, hard nipples in circular motions, and she squeezed her legs tight trying to soothe the sensations she had. He drizzled the baby oil all the way down her and shoved the vibrator between her legs. Her lips hugged the vibrator tight, massaging her clit while his large hands maneuvered all over her. He forcefully rolled her over onto her stomach and traced a finger down her back, giving her chills. He enjoyed watching her squirm against her restraints. He sat next to her and pressed his hands into her back massaging her roughly, and then poured baby oil on her ass, and into her crack. She felt the cool liquid run down her bottom, and into her plump pussy. He continued massaging her, stretching her cheeks apart, and teasing her. He lowered his head down, and lightly licked and kissed each side of her ass, sucking on her occasionally. She couldn't help but to giggle because this happened to be the most ticklish part of her body. After a few moments, he pushed her ass up in the air, and her pink folds poked out, begging for attention. He spread them apart and flicked his tongue across her. She tasted sweet, and the scent of her pussy juice mixed with baby oil made him throb. She needed him, and he was barely touching her just to make her body ache for him, and she loved it. He sucked her thick pussy into his mouth as hard as he could one time and then came back up to lay next to her, teasing her all the way. She turned her head toward him, her back against his chest, and asked for a kiss. He sucked slowly on her jaw line and then pushed two fingers deeply into her pussy. It was warm, and moist. He curled his fingers around, and pulled them out, bringing them to her open mouth. She sucked the juices off and he slid his fingers in and out, rubbing them all over her tongue. She was treating it as she would treat his dick if he presented it to her, and when she couldn't take anymore she bit down, how she loved his fingers. No man had ever made her wait before, and she didn't think he was ever going to give into her. He wanted to tease her longer, but feeling her saturated pussy was making him more aroused than he had ever been, and he had to give in to her. He untied her wrists from the bed frame and sat her up so he could tie them behind her. He was breathing on her neck and before tying her arms back up, he hugged her from behind, and kneaded her breasts in his hands for a brief moment. He loved the feel of her erect nipples rolling under his fingers. He finally pulled her arms behind her and wrapped the scarves tighter than before. He laid her down on her back, arms beneath her, and her breasts pointed to the ceiling, bouncing a little, with every move he made. He couldn't resist sucking on them before gradually kissing his way down to her ankles. He un-wrapped the bindings, and pulled her legs all the way apart. Her pussy was beautiful. It was neatly shaved and stuck out like a little rosebud. He peeled her lips apart and fiercely caressed her clit, until she arched her back and fought to free her hands. The more she pushed herself into his hand, the further he drew it back. He held her legs gaping open, and placed himself between them. He looked into her eyes as she bucked her hips, trying to feel his hard dick. He let his cock pry her apart and slip in for a few seconds and then pulled it back out. Her eyes pleaded to him to give it all to her. "Please," she whimpered, "I need to feel you inside me." With that, he powerfully forced it in. She let out a loud moan, it felt amazing. She relaxed her body and let him take control. He raised up enough to grab both of her titties in his hands. He squeezed them and she arched her back as he went deeper. He was savagely having his way with her, rocking her entire body with every stroke. She watched his hands grip her breasts and watched his facial expressions change as he was getting rougher and rougher. He pulled her legs up into the air, holding them together at the top of her thighs with her ankles tossed over his shoulder. Her pussy clenched the shaft of his dick, and greedily consumed every inch of it. He pushed her up and down, and watched himself slide in and out of her creamy hole. She felt her orgasm coming and begged to feel him on top of her, so he let her legs go and fell into a comfortable position. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he untied her wrists so he could hold her as tight as possible. She was grinding into him harder, and bit into his neck as she came all over his dick. He slowed down enough for her to regain her composure and massaged her insides until her panting quieted, and then he began fucking her faster, and deeper. She dug her nails into his skin, raking them down his back, continuing to accept the thrusts until he let out a loud grunt and pushed it in as far as it could go and stayed there for a few seconds while his warm cum filled her tender pussy. He stroked a couple more times and then pulled out, brining the sticky liquid with him, and then rolled next to her. She laid her head on his shoulder, adoring the trickles of sweat that made their way down his strong cheek bones, and studying the soft highlights on his skin. "I think I could fall in love with you," She softly admitted to him. "Promise?" he asked playfully. "Promise." She replied and fell asleep in his arms as he traced his fingers up and down her side. He pulled the sheets up over her, whispered sweet dreams, and held her close. He felt her heart beating against him, and knew that she was his as he smiled and closed his deep brown eyes. The Perfect Stranger Ch. 03 She woke up by the sun blinding her eyes. "Took you long enough, I thought you were gunna sleep the day away." Chris chuckled. She simply gave him an evil I-can-and-will-kick-your-ass glare and rolled back over. "I promise to take you to the pancake house if you be a good girl...and they have free refills of the amazing vanilla iced coffee." He poked her repetitively and his voice changed notes just like a dad would bribe his kid. "Fine." She drug herself out of bed and threw her clothes on. She brushed her hair a bit and had to fight from falling over. This is going to get annoying she thought to herself as she sarcastically blew the comfy bed a kiss. "You'll be okay, silly; I let you sleep until eleven o'clock." He grabbed her hand and they walked out to the car. She rolled her eyes. He really was adorable, even if he did have too much damn energy. They arrived at the pancake house and it was noisy and full of people. She sat with her elbow cocked on the table and her chin melting into the ball of her hand while Chris chatted away at her. She wasn't paying too much attention, after all about six hours earlier she had experienced the best sex of her life. "Would you like to come to work with me today?" he asked "Wouldn't I be in the way?" the waitress sat down her vanilla iced coffee and she stirred it relentlessly, because she was determined to believe waitresses were incapable of mixing the vanilla correctly. "Nah, it's just me and one other guy and the boss. We usually get about two jobs a piece; I can teach you how to hook up a car. And besides, this might sound crazy, but you make life fun." He was being honest. "You just like my hot passionate sex sessions. I guess, I'll just call in with car trouble." She winked at him and called her boss. When they were done with breakfast they went to the shop. It was a small blue building with a low-rider type car painted on one of the outside walls, and had lots of bright neon signs hanging in the window front. Inside there were rims of every size, wires of every color, and bags of cables and dash kits hanging on peg board all over the place. The floors definitely needed to be mopped. There was a long counter with tool boxes on one end, and a cash register on the other. "Looks easy." She glanced at him to see his reaction. "Good, because now your putting in the first stereo we get today." He looked amused. "Fine." She said. Of course she would do it; she loved messing with wires anyways. He showed her what everything was, pointing with enthusiasm. She could tell he really loved working on cars...and he was very knowledgeable. "How long have you worked here?" she asked. "My mother couldn't take care of me when I was younger. A couple wanted to help her out, but I had to agree to work for a place to stay. They weren't mean; they just wanted to teach me to take care of myself. Frankie was a mechanic and would teach me how to change the oil or put new breaks on. He let me do these little jobs for about two years and I really liked working on cars. I liked working in general, it helped me pass time and get over a lot of things that happened in my childhood. I also loved music, and would take apart tape players just to see how they worked and then put them back together. I just fell into it, and I've done it every since." He held a smile of confidence. The first car pulled in, and he turned and gave her a huge grin. "Ready to get your hands dirty?" he asked. She let out a sigh and walked over to the car. She could barely tell you the make and model, let alone the kind of cabling it needed to adequately produce sound. The man gave Chris his keys and he told him it would be ready by five-thirty. That gave her five long hours to mess up an entire system. "Ok, what are the year, make, and model," he said. "1996 Chevy, Impala." She smiled. "Good, ok first you need to know whether it's a single din or a double din." She had no clue what he was talking about, but had a fifty-fifty chance on being right. "Single." She guessed. "Nice guess, next time look inside the car," he laughed, "the din is the plastic that surrounds the CD player. A single din is standard in most cars." She got inside the car and looked at it, making mental notes of everything he said. "Now you have to find the correct dash kit, met cable, and sometimes an antenna. That's really all it takes aside from a few connectors. If the car already has an after market CD player installed, it will already have a dash kit, and usually you can just splice the cables together. This one is stock, we have to start from scratch." He made sure she was following along, and walked her over to a book that had over a thousand pages of car models and corresponding item numbers. He told her to find the 1996 Chevy Impala and she flipped through the pages stopping at the Chevy section. "Ok, there are two numbers for the kit, which one do I pick?" she asked. "If there is a number under custom, always go with that." He told her "Ok, then the kit I need for this one is going to be.....a 99-3300. Right?" she asked "Right. I'm proud of you; now go find it on the wall. And just to save time, the wiring harness you need is 70-2021. Find it too." He popped the hood of the car and disconnected something from the battery and came back to her. She had both the harness and dash kit, she must be a fast learner. He showed her how to disconnect everything and connect all of the new hardware and they were done within an hour. She let out a squeal when she finally turned on the radio and it worked. She had to admit, it really wasn't that easy of a job, and she too had little scrapes all over her fingers from stray wires biting her under the dash. "Impressive he said," Coming closer to her, "And we have more than three hours here alone." Jay, the other employee, had called to say he couldn't make it in before seven, but promised to come by to lock up the store. Chris walked over to the large garage door and pulled it into place, locking it, and then pulled the "Closed" sign out of the drawer and hung in on the outside of the door, locking it as well. She looked at him, questioning his motives. "We are so not having sex at your job." She blushed. He walked closer and she leaned against the Impala. "We are." He begin unbuttoning her blouse revealing her 36 D breasts peering from her lacy white bra and firmly squeezed one of them. "You are insane, what if that guy comes back for his car!" she lightly protested. "Then he will get a show." He smirked. "What if your boss comes in unannounced?" she was trying to think of something else to refute whatever he was about to say. "Ah, he would probably pull out a video camera and post it online for money." He joked. "You are impossible!" she sucked on his bottom lip and he continued unbuttoning her shirt. "Mmmm, you taste so good." She threw her head back and he licked from her breast to her earlobe. "Baby," She whined, "We're going to get caught." "It would be worth it, your curvy thighs want me between them, how can I say no?" he had her shirt completely off and unlatched her bra. The air hit her already hard nipples and gave her a small chill. He continued squeezing them and pulling on them and she couldn't help but to enjoy the attention. He got down on his knees and kissed her thigh, she had suntanned panty hose with no panties. "Someone's being naughty," he said as he pulled them off at the waist band and left them wrapped around her knees. He ran his hands up her thick thighs, and then up to her stomach. Her scent was so inviting. He came back up squeezing her hips and rubbing his dick against her. She spread her legs enough to feel him pressing into her. "Turn around, put your hands on the hood of the car, and bend over." He whispered. She did as he said and stretched her arms over the hood feeling the cold metal tight against her titties. "I love your ass, baby," he said as he pulled her skirt up over it. He gripped her cheeks hard and pushed them apart. He wanted to stick it in her ass, but chose her pussy instead. He could see her juicy pussy lips and could tell she was ready for him. Without hesitation he shoved his cock inside her, grinding her into the car. This was the most erotic thing she had ever done. She put her hand between her legs and frantically rubbed her clit. She was incredibly wet, and he had his dick pushed all the way inside her. She felt his balls smacking into her swollen pussy, and raised her left leg higher up on the hood slipping one leg out of the skin tight stockings. He kept his pace, fucking her as hard as he could. He moved his hands between her body and the hood, grabbing both of her aching breasts, squeezing them so hard it hurt, pulling her body backwards to meet his deep thrusts. She loved the friction of the car rubbing against her skin as her sweat pooled up underneath her. She was slippery and it was sexy. He licked and sucked on her back and pushed all of his weight into her, his strokes getting longer and more concentrated. She was sweating so hard that she couldn't keep her hands in place on the hood any longer and rose up, almost standing, trying to brace herself. He held her tight by her shoulders and she spread her legs wider, pushing her ass further out. She turned to him, releasing his painfully erect dick and he lifted her onto the car. He grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her close to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sucked on her nipples, biting on her soft skin. She started rubbing her breasts and his hands moved down her back, cupping her ass. "Fuck me baby," she moaned loudly. She felt her clit working hard against his body, and a tension building in her tummy. He slammed into her hard and her legs began trembling as waves of pleasure flooded her. She wrapped her arms around him and let him pump into her. She felt so good; he took her neck into his mouth, fucking her harder and harder until she felt him tense up. He held the back of her head and pulled his dripping wet dick out of her, rubbed it a few times and shoved it back into her moist opening, exploding inside her. She loved the feel of him coming and began slowly massaging her pussy on him, soothing his muscles. He pulled her from the hood of the car and hugged her. "I love your pussy." He traced a finger along her spine, giving her goose bumps. "That was so hot." She said breathing into his mouth and slowly licking his luscious lips. He watched her pull her shirt over her sticky body and straighten out her wrinkled skirt and smiled. She tossed the panty hoes in the trash-there was no way she was going to fight with her quivering damp legs. He looked at the clock, it was five-twenty...and he heard a knock on the door. He took a rag and wiped off their mess. "We almost got caught," he laughed, and went to open the door. "Eh, it was worth it," she said as she tried to touch up her messy hair. Chris handled the business side, and they made their way home for the evening.