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A Strange Day

By: brian473317



Oscar Shuter was shy. He had good reason to be. He was and always had been a plain looking guy with no outstanding characteristics that would have drawn attention to him. He was average height with an average build and had a face that people forgot almost as soon as he left the room. Now at forty-four he was balding and only the "monks ring" remained of his unremarkable brown hair. 

He drove to work alone in his small unremarkable car, listening to the news on the radio as he went. A car cut in front of him for the fifth time as he plodded along on the slowly moving city streets. A car horn sounded from behind him as the car beside him moved inexorably to the half-car length space between himself and the car in front. The horn sounded again but too late; the car to his right was now in front of him and was the sixth one to cut him off in the past five minutes. 

The driver behind him screamed something unintelligible while leaning out his window but Oscar wasn't listening. He never listened to that sort of thing anymore. He used to; he would often let the anger of those around him infect him, a senseless directionless fury that spilled out in the form of road rage on the busy city streets. Now he simply let it wash over him as he let most of life's frustrations flow past. 

The line of cars ahead surged forward and three more cars managed to make it through the intersection half a block away. The cars once again came to a stop and Oscar allowed his mind to zone out as it did most days on the drive in. 

Seven green lights and twenty-five minutes later he found himself at the front of the line waiting to go through the intersection as soon as the light changed. He looked around him at the people rushing to and fro and sighed. None of them took the slightest interest in him nor even looked his way, despite his staring at them, almost willing someone to notice him for once.

He heard a strange sound and creased his eyebrows in curiosity at the popping noise coming from overhead. He leaned forward and craned his neck to look up. He saw a nimbus of light, a bizarre ball of flame hovering over an electrical connection on the lighting pole. The capacitor seemed to shimmer and he felt a tingling sensation over his entire body. He looked down and saw the hairs on his arms standing up straight. He blinked in surprise and looked at himself in the rearview mirror. What little hair that was left on his head was pointing straight away from it at right angles. He looked like he had a badly done afro.

His engine died and when he looked ahead again the ball of fire was dancing on the hood of his car. It seemed to spin and a kaleidoscope of colors passed in front of his eyes. He was dimly aware that passers-by were staring and pointing at him with their eyes wide in amazement. 

He felt a dim sense of satisfaction that people finally noticed him.

He felt his mouth go dry and his eyes began to ache. He put the backs of his hands to his eyes to rub them, to ease the pain, and an electrical arc shot from both his hands to his forehead. 

He heard an eerie keening sound accompanied by a staccato series of clicks. He realized suddenly that the sound was his own screaming and the chattering of his teeth as the burst of electricity passed over and through him. Then the world went dark and he knew no more.

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When he opened his eyes again he was lying on his back and staring upward. There was a drop-ceiling of white tiles with a black filigree pattern. He blinked in confusion and then the patterns in the ceiling tiles seemed to move. The sight made his stomach churn and he closed his eyes and groaned as the nausea surged through him. 

"Take it easy," he heard a woman say.

He felt someone leaning over him and he opened his eyes again to see a woman staring into his eyes. She studied him for a moment and then gripped his wrist to feel for his pulse. The room swam in front of his eyes again and he closed them immediately.

"You're probably feeling a little woozy," the woman said confidently. "You've had an electrical shock and you were brought in unconscious."

He swallowed and opened his eyes again. He grimaced at his surroundings and then looked at the woman again. She was dressed in hospital whites and had her shoulder length black hair tied back in a ponytail. Her glasses were wire rimmed and round and they sat on the bridge of her nose giving her a bookish look. She looked Filipina and had an attractive face and a slight build. 

"How are you feeling?" she asked him. "Do you feel like you're going to throw up?"

Oscar blinked again and nodded weakly.

"That's fine," the woman said, "you've had a nasty shock and you will probably have a headache and nausea for a while."

She placed a pale blue bucket on the side of the gurney and put her hand on his forehead.

"You feel a little clammy too," she said. "If you have to throw up just do it in the bucket. We'll take it away and clean it for you."

She smiled then and Oscar tried to smile back but another wave of queasiness swept over him and he swallowed to try to make it pass.

A voice called out from the din in the background and the woman turned to speak to someone. As she did, her white blouse opened up slightly giving Oscar a limited view of a white lace bra underneath. 

Oscar's eyes were drawn to the sight of her bosom as if they had a life of their own. He blinked once or twice and swallowed as the queasiness seemed to abate. He closed his eyes and then reopened them, content to treat himself to the view inside her blouse.

She turned back and looked at him again, noting that his eyes were now fixed on her chest. She gave him an odd look and then opened the top four buttons on her blouse. She leaned down and pulled her bra forward giving Oscar an unobstructed view of her pebble-like nipples.

"Is that better?" she asked.

Oscar looked at her curiously and nodded. Although he still felt violently ill from his ordeal, the sight of her tits was certainly a thrill. He wondered why she was showing them to him but he was glad she did.

She smiled and let her bra snap back into place and then re-buttoned her blouse.

"I'll be back in a while to check on you," she said. "If you have to throw up, just call out and someone will take away your bucket, okay?"

He nodded again and then she rushed off. 

Oscar lay back trying to think. No woman had ever casually showed him her tits before and he was wondering why this woman had done it. She had simply opened her blouse and gave him a good long look and then turned away like it never happened. Another wave of nausea overtook him and he decided to give up on thinking for awhile. 

He turned his head to look to his right and saw that he was in the hallway of an emergency room. People rushed here and there, most of them hospital staff. They rushed back and forth, passing his gurney without even glancing his way. Occasionally a person dressed in civilian clothes would pass him, most of them looking bewildered and lost as they seemed to search for their way around. 

He closed his eyes and leaned back again trying not to think about his churning stomach. A cacophony of sounds, bits of conversation, shouting from various parts of the building, the electrical hum from the overhead lights and a score of other sounds filled his head. He began to think if he could just get some fresh air and some quiet, he would feel a lot better. 

"How are you feeling?" 

Oscar opened his eyes in alarm and then relaxed when he saw the Filipina nurse. She smiled at him and looked at him with concern.

Oscar nodded weakly but felt to ill to talk. 

"Just rest," the nurse said. "The doctor will see you soon."

When the doctor came to examine him the nurse stood to the side. She answered the doctor's questions and then stepped back.

"I don't think you have any permanent damage Mr. Shuter," the doctor said. "We'll have you stick around for another few hours and then I think you can go home, barring complications. You'll likely experience some headaches, dizziness and nausea so I wouldn't recommend driving or operating any other equipment for a day or so. I'm sure it'll pass by tomorrow, almost certainly by the day after tomorrow. 

"See your family doctor as soon as you can and he can probably do a much more thorough examination. I don't see anything seriously wrong at this stage though, aside from the headaches and dizziness."

The doctor gave him a reassuring smile and then walked away. Oscar watched him go and then turned toward the nurse, but she had already left. He frowned again and closed his eyes as another wave of dizziness swept over him. He thought that a cool drink would probably settle his stomach but he didn't think it likely that he'd get one soon. He grimaced, giving a quiet grunt of discomfort and then tried to relax.

"I thought a cool drink would help to settle your stomach," the nurse said, appearing from nowhere with a glass of ice water with a bent straw sticking out the top.

She held the glass in front of him and put the straw between his lips. He sipped at it slowly and sighed as the chilled water hit his stomach.

"Better?" she asked, once more the attentive nurse. 

He nodded and took another sip and she put her hand behind his head to help steady him. She cradled his head against her chest and he gave a sigh of contentment as he felt her small breasts pillow his aching head. 

She unbuttoned the three top buttons on her blouse and held his head steady as he gazed at her white lace bra. She put the water glass down on a rolling table and pulled the bra away from her breast again, giving him a clear view of her nipple. She held his head steady as he looked longingly at her nipple and then she shifted and placed her nipple against his lips. He suckled at it gratefully and she held him gently against her.

"Have you had enough now?" she asked gently.

He shook his head slowly and sucked her nipple between his lips again. It hardened in his mouth and stuck out from her breast like a tiny eraser against his tongue. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Thank you," he said.

She gently lowered his head to the pillow and then re-buttoned her blouse.

"What's your name?" he asked her.

"I'm Nurse Gonzalves," she said. "You can call me Gina."

"Okay," he said. "Thank you Gina."

She smiled and walked away. He lay back and closed his eyes once more. 

Had he imagined the whole thing? He couldn't be sure. He certainly felt as though it were real. He remembered the sight and feel of her nipple between his lips and smiled. 

His head began to hurt again so he decided that he'd had enough of thinking for a while.

After a long time Gina returned. 

"It seems you're going home now Oscar," she said cheerfully.

She wheeled his bed into a private room and handed him a clear plastic bag with a bundle of clothing in it. He looked at it and realized it was the suit he was wearing on his way to work, although now it was much rumpled from having been stuffed into a bag for the better part of the day.

"You change into your clothes and I'll come back with your release forms," she said.

Although he was still a little light-headed, he felt reasonably well. He was looking forward to going home for a nap. The hospital was far too noisy and had too many distractions for him to rest here.

Gina returned and had him sign some forms. She also gave him a prescription from Dr. Wills and told him to go home and get some rest. She sat him in a wheelchair and took him through the front doors and flagged a cab for him. He got into the back seat and looked back at Gina as she waved goodbye. He gave his address to the cabbie and sat back and closed his eyes for the trip home.

"Here we are," the driver said.

Oscar opened his eyes with a start and recognized his apartment building outside the car window. He realized then that he must have drifted off as soon as they pulled away from the hospital. 

He blinked once or twice and looked at the meter. He was surprised to see that it was not on.

"This one's on me," the driver said.

Oscar thanked him and stepped gingerly out of the car. He looked back once more at the cabbie as he drove away and wondered to himself why he hadn't charged him for the ride. He shrugged and then went to his apartment.

He sat on his couch and lay back with his eyes closed. He wasn't there for more than ten minutes when the phone rang.

"Hello?" he said with a sigh.

"Mr. Shuter?" a voice said.

"Yes, that's me," he replied.

"I've got your car downstairs," the man said. "Do you want me to put it in your parking space?"

"Yes," he said with some surprise, "that would be nice."

"Okay, no problem!" the man said.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock at his door. Oscar went to the door, shuffling his feet because his head hurt so badly. A burly man wearing an orange glow-vest stood there and handed his car keys over as soon as the door opened.

"I towed your car from the scene this morning," he said. "I thought I'd bring it over after I heard you were discharged from the hospital."

"That's great," Oscar said weakly. "How much do I owe you?"

"No charge," the man said with a smile. "It's on me."

Then the man turned and walked away leaving Oscar to stare after him in amazement. He closed the door and shuffled back to the couch. He'd only just sat down when there was another knock on his door. He sighed and walked back to the door and opened it. 

A pretty girl in her early twenties stood there holding a white paper bag. She had brown hair that hung past her shoulders and was dressed in a light green pullover and blue jeans. She had that girl-next-door look, although none of the girls living next door to him had ever looked the way she did.

"Hi," she said happily. "We got a call from the hospital that you needed a prescription so I decided to deliver it."

She handed the bag over to Oscar and he blinked in confusion. The girl put her hands on his shoulders and led him gently toward his couch.

"I'll make some tea and then you can relax," she said. 

She fetched a glass of water and opened the vial of pills. She put one of the pills between his lips and then handed him the water. He swallowed the pill and then the girl breezed into the kitchen. He listened as she filled the kettle and he sighed again. 

Things were just becoming way too confusing.

A few minutes later she returned with a cup of tea made just the way he liked it. She smiled when she put it down beside him. She studied him for a moment as he sipped his tea and crouched on the floor at his feet. 

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked.

She cocked her head to one side for a moment and then peeled her pullover top over her head. She sat back on her haunches and smiled at him. Her breasts were covered by a white bra. Although she was not overly well endowed, her tits seemed to be a respectable B-cup. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and her nipples came into view. 

Oscar loved tits! It had a great deal to do with the fact that he didn't get to see a lot of them. In fact, with the nurse this morning and now this girl he didn't know, he had seen more tits today than he had since his last trip to a strip club.

Oscar stared at her and his cock rose to full erection in his pants. He whimpered a little bit and then the girl casually reached for his zipper. She pulled it open and then she pulled his penis out. Without saying a word, she took it into her mouth and Oscar lay back with a gasp. 

He had paid hookers for blow jobs in the past from time to time and those girls had made him cum nicely. He realized now though that those girls had done what they did disinterestedly, doing only what they needed to do to earn their fee. The girl before him now lovingly mouthed his erection, stroking the shaft with her hand as she gently licked and tongued at his rod. She hummed as she inhaled his cock, softly grazing his flesh with her teeth. She took just his head between her lips as she handled his shaft with both hands. She took his cock to the back of her mouth and he felt her throat open with his head as it slipped past. 

Oscar gasped again and then he felt his orgasm let go. The cum rushed from his balls and spewed into her mouth and she held him fast between her lips. She smiled around his shrinking cock and tongued it until it was clean of sperm. Then with a happy gurgle she swallowed his load.

"How are you doing now?" she asked, rising to her knees and smiling at him. "Feeling any better?"

Oscar nodded and reached out to cup her left breast. She smiled and leaned forward helpfully. He hefted it and felt its softness, pinching the pinkness of her nipple and savoring its fullness.

She put her hand on the back of his head and drew him close. With a grateful sigh he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked at it. She held his head tenderly as he suckled and stroked his balding head.

He removed his mouth from her breast and stood her up. He undid her jeans timidly, expecting her to scream at him or push him away but she simply smiled. 

He pulled the zipper down and then pushed her pants down past her hips and then to the floor. She wore a plain white cotton panty and he could see her pubic hair bunched up behind the soft white fabric. He pulled her panties down and gasped as he took in the sight of her pussy. The hair was darker than that on her head. It was a tangled mass of curls that almost completely hid her vagina. He put his fingers in the hair and parted it to reveal her lips. A musky scent came to him and he felt his erection rise again. 

Without being told to, she stepped out of her jeans which had pooled around her feet. She kicked her panties aside and then crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs and putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Just sit back," she said quietly.

She gripped his hardening cock with one hand and guided it to her opening. When it was lined up she slowly sank onto it. Oscar groaned as she enveloped him. She eased her way all the way down until she was resting on his thighs. With her hands on his upper arms, she began to ride him. 

Curiously, her expression never changed. She kept her eyes open and continued to smile as she bounced up and down. Oscar grimaced as he felt himself getting close again. She began to grunt each time she impaled herself on him but her face remained passive and her eyes never closed. 

When he felt his orgasm cum again she stopped bouncing up and down. She instead started grinding her pelvis against his and Oscar almost passed out, it felt so good.

He put his head back and stared at the ceiling as the last of his sperm pumped into her. When he was done he looked at her again and she was still smiling at him with the same expression she had come in with.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Uh-huh!" he gasped.

"Good!" 

She got to her feet and began to dress. When she was done she smiled at him again and turned toward the door.

"I hope you feel better," she said, and then she left.

With the memory of her body and the scent of her sex on him, Oscar fell into a contented slumber. 

A Strange Day Ch. 02



Please read "A Strange Day Part I" before reading this story.

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Oscar groaned and opened his eyes. Immediately he squeezed them shut again as a lance of pain stabbed through his eyes and straight into his brain. He groaned again and pushed himself to a sitting position with his feet hanging over the side of the bed. With his hands on his knees he put his head in his hands and waited for the queasiness to subside.

After the nausea passed he opened his eyes once more and blinked. He looked around and was gratified to see that he was in his own bed in his own room in his own apartment. 

His bedside clock said it was half past seven but he had no clues yet to tell him whether it was morning or evening.

He groaned again as he stood up and shuffled to the bathroom. His stomach was feeling very fragile and he hoped he'd be able to urinate without throwing up all over himself. 

He looked in the mirror as he peed, squinting at his reflection. He was forty-four years old and his belly, though not huge, was definitely softer and bigger than it should be. What was left of his hair was mussed up and, if it had extended any further than the ring traveling from one ear and around the back of his head to the other ear, it would probably be frightfully messy. As it was, he was able to flatten it rather easily with a swipe of his hands. 

He frowned at his mirror image as he did most days. Only the pain behind his eyes and the fluttering in his stomach kept him from his daily critique of his unremarkable body and his unremarkable life.

He blinked again as his memories of the day before began to return to him. His day had started out as it always did with him having to drive for almost an hour in heavy traffic to work. Yesterday though had been vastly different from every other day in his life.

He was trying to decide which was the more newsworthy; the unexplainable nimbus of St. Elmo's Fire that had danced so enticingly on the hood of his car, the nurse at the hospital casually holding his head as he suckled her tiny brown nipple or the girl from the pharmacy coming unannounced to his apartment. She delivered his medication and then sucked his cock until he came in her mouth. If that wasn't enough, she had then climbed into his lap and fucked him until he came yet again in her pussy.

Oscar shook his head in disbelief and went to the window in his living room. Seeing the traffic piling up on the street outside, he could tell it was morning. He groaned again as he thought about going to work.

The phone rang, startling him out of his reverie and he shuffled to the table to answer it.

"Hello?" he said quietly, worrying that his stomach was still feeling nauseous.

"Hey Oscar!" a voice said. "This is Ted."

Ted Mullins was Oscar's boss.

"I heard you had quite the adventure yesterday!" Ted said pleasantly.

"Uh, yeah I did." Oscar said, wondering how his boss could possibly know about the girl from the pharmacy.

"Well, you stay home today," Ted said. "In fact, take the rest of the week. We can get by here without you for a few days. Give me a call if you need more time."

"Oh," Oscar said, realizing only then that Ted was referring to his accident. He was also more than a little suspicious. Ted never made anyone feel anything but guilty as hell for taking a day off. "Okay, if you say so."

"I insist!" Ted said. "See you Monday."

The phone went dead and Oscar sat down on the couch wondering where all this good fortune was coming from. He stared at the wall opposite him for a moment and decided that he was going to have to think this through.

He returned to the bathroom and ran water for a bath. He took the medication he'd received for the pain and then went to the kitchen to make coffee. By the time he'd set the coffeemaker up, his bath was ready. 

Later, while soaking in the tub and sipping hot coffee and after the painkillers had done their job, he began to formulate a plan. He readied himself to go out and was contemplating a trip to the food market. 

He walked to the grocery store across the street and strolled through the aisles, throwing a few small items into a hand-held basket. Instead of going to the cashier, he stepped up to the store manager standing to the side of the bank of registers. 

The manager, a severe looking woman about his own age, gave him a curious glance as he approached her. 

"Hello, how can I help you?" She said in a voice that sounded anything but helpful.

"I need groceries," he said, feeling lame and unsure of himself.

"Well, that's why we're here," she responded while wearing a fake smile.

Suddenly a strange expression crossed her face. She looked down at the basket of goods he held and her face went blank for the space of a heartbeat. She stared at the items for a few seconds more and then looked up at him and smiled warmly.

"Let me help you with those," she said. 

She took the basket from his arm and placed it on the stainless steel cashier table beside her. She put all the items into a plastic bag and handed it to him, smiling brightly the whole time.

"Have a nice day," she said. "Please come again."

Oscar took the bag and walked slowly toward the front door expecting her to call him back at any second. When he reached the door to the outside he looked over his shoulder and saw her staring at him with the same smile pasted to her face. She waved and he waved back. He turned away and tried not to break into a run as he returned to his apartment. 

As he stored his groceries he thought about the incident at the store and wondered again what was going on. These things just didn't happen! He knew that, yet they had happened and he had no explanation for it.

He was gratified to note that his headache seemed to be pretty much gone and had taken the nausea with it. Now he simply felt baffled.

He decided to up the ante some and see what he could do. He sat on his couch pondering what his first step should be when he began to think of the girl from the pharmacy. His cock started to rise and get hard as he thought about her and he decided that getting laid would be a good start to his experiment.

Who to do it with was now the big question. He thought about calling the pharmacy and asking the same girl to come over, but he realized that he never got her name. He supposed he could simply go there and find her, but he didn't know if she'd be working right now and he didn't want to start asking too many questions about her. Someone might get suspicious.

He stepped to the window looking over the street, as he did on many of his days off, and absently watched people go by. 

He saw a particularly attractive girl walking on the opposite sidewalk and grinned to himself. She looked to be about thirty and had shoulder length brown hair. She was dressed in a loose fitting summer dress, although her curves were definitely on display as it clung to her with the day's heat and humidity.

"Wouldn't she be a great conquest!" he whispered quietly to no one in particular.

The girl he was watching stopped suddenly and looked up at him. She gave him an odd stare and then crossed the street, her eyes glued to his form in the window as she approached. 

Oscar's eyes went wide and he had the sudden urge to hide.

She disappeared from view below him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to his couch and sat down heavily. 

Then there was a knock at the door and he stiffened. 

"Oh my God!" he said. "She's come up here and now she's going to yell at me!"

He walked timidly to the door and peered through the peephole. Instead of seeing who was there or the hallway outside his door, he saw another person's eye pressed against the peephole from the other side of the door. He heard a giggle and then there was another light tap at the door.

"Let me in!" a girl's voice said teasingly. "Come on, I know you're in there."

Oscar gulped in fear and slowly opened the door. As he expected, the girl from the street was there but she didn't seem to be angry. Up close she looked to be closer to twenty five, and she was gorgeous.

She smiled coyly and sashayed past him and into his apartment. She stepped into the living room, surveyed the layout of the apartment and turned unerringly toward Oscar's bedroom. As she strode down the hall to his bedroom door she lifted her sundress over her head and let it fall to the floor.

Oscar stared after her in shock, watching as her dress fluttered to the floor and she went deliberately through his bedroom door. Presumably, she stayed in his room long enough to remove her panties; she hadn't been wearing a bra, and then stepped back into the hallway to look at him. 

She had the body of a Playboy model as far as he was concerned. Her breasts were full and rounded, probably a large B-cup or a C-Cup. Her nipples were the size of quarters and were already puckered and hard. Her pussy was shaven except for a light brown stripe a little over an inch long from her vaginal folds and pointing toward her navel.

Oscar gulped again and gazed at her naked body as she gave him an expectant look.

"Are you coming?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip. "I've got someplace to be so we don't have a lot of time. I don't know why, but I'm really horny right now, so let's get going!"

Oscar closed his front door finally and walked slowly to his bedroom door. He poked his head around the corner and saw the girl lying on her back, her right hand gently squeezing her breast and her left hand smoothing the tussled mass of hair over her pubis. 

"Come on!" she said with a grin. "Let's see that cock of yours. I really need one!"

Oscar stepped to the side of the bed and looked at her dreamily. He stared at her nakedness and then watched in amazement as she reached for his pants.

"Come on!" she whispered. "I want it badly!"

She pulled down his zipper and then her hand was in his pants pulling his rapidly hardening cock free. When the head finally appeared she gave a gleeful yelp and then repositioned herself to take it into her mouth.

"Mmm!" she mumbled as she sucked the head past her lips. "Come on Baby! I want you!"

Oscar, no longer caring whether this was real or not, began to shed his clothes. He threw his shirt to the side, stepped out of his shoes and then pushed his pants down; no small feat trying to maneuver his pants around her head as she mouthed his hard-on. Finally he was as naked as she and she pulled him on top of her.

"Come on baby!" she said. "Give it to me. Fuck me!"

She guided his cock to her entrance and slipped it past her labia. Then she reached her legs around his back and pulled him inside her hungrily.

"Fuck me Baby!" She hissed. "Fuck me hard!"

With that, Oscar started humping. 

She looked good and she felt great. Looking at her beautiful face as she panted and grunted her appreciation was something he just wasn't used to. Very quickly he felt his orgasm begin to build in his balls and he was thrusting into her hard. Their bodies slapped together several times and within a minute he was cumming. After less than two minutes, he grunted and shoved forward, his semen depositing into her womb, and then he was gasping for breath and rolling to his side.

"Mmm, way to go Tiger!" she said with satisfaction. 

She kissed his neck playfully and reached down to palm his wilting cock. She gave it a few strokes and nodded to herself when it didn't respond.

"All done Baby?" she asked.

Oscar nodded breathlessly but didn't speak.

"Okay," she said and then got up from the bed. "Now I've got a meeting to get to, so I'm leaving."

She gathered up her panties and pulled them on and then looked around.

"Where's my dress?" she asked.

"It's in the hall," Oscar said, his breath beginning to return.

"Oh," she said and then stepped through the door and disappeared around the corner. 

She reappeared a couple of seconds later, her hands smoothing the dress over her hips, and smiled at him.

"Okay, I've got to go." She said. "Do you need anything before I leave?"

Oscar looked at her in amazement for a second and shook his head.

"Okay then," she said with a wave. "Bye."

He heard her footsteps and then the front door opening and closing and then nothing. He got up from the bed and went to the living room window. He saw the girl walking across the street and he waited for her to look back toward him but she kept walking.

He furrowed his brow in thought and pursed his lips, trying to sort out what was happening.

As he wondered he heard another knock on the door. He grabbed his bathrobe and tied the belt around his waist as he shuffled to the door and opened it. 

"Hello Oscar," Gina, the nurse from the hospital said to him pleasantly. 

She stepped past him and into his living room, and then turned to him with a warm smile. She looked amazing today. She wore a long white peasant skirt with blue embroidery sewn into the shapes of peacocks. Her top was lavender blue with tiny spaghetti straps reaching up and over her shoulders. Her beautiful Filipina features with her wire framed glasses were well complimented by her long blue-black hair falling loose to her shoulders and framing her face.

"How are you feeling today?" she asked him.

"Um," he said slowly, "I'm okay. Sometimes my head hurts and I feel like I'm going to throw up but mostly I feel good."

"Really," she said with concern. "Are you feeling nauseous now?"

"No, not now," he said. "I felt sick until the painkillers kicked in, since then I'm good."

"Well sit down and let's have a look at you." She said as she led him to the couch.

He sat down and she leaned over him, placing one hand lightly on his forehead and gripping his wrist with her other hand. She studied his face for a moment and Oscar found himself drowning in her deep brown eyes. 

Almost against his own will his eyes were drawn to her light top which had fallen open as she bent forward. He could see the swell of her breasts and thought he could just make out the darker color of her left nipple at the edge of his field of vision. He looked into her eyes once more to see her watching him with a hint of amusement.

She reached down to the hem of her long skirt and drew it upward until her white panties came into view. She slipped her thumbs inside the waist band and pushed them to the floor. She slipped off her sandals then and stepped out of the panties bunched around her ankles. Then she crawled into his lap facing him with her thighs drawn up tightly alongside his and swept her top over her head. He watched with amazement, noting how her tits jiggled slightly before they came to rest directly in front of his eyes. 

"You don't have a fever," she said with a slight chuckle, "but I think your pulse is racing a little bit."

She put one hand on his cheek and leaned into him for a passionate kiss. Oscar gasped as her mouth met his. He felt her tongue probing his lips and then it was entwined with his and she moaned softly.

"Now that I'm not at work," she said breathlessly, "I can do this and not worry about the consequences."

She reached into the folds of Oscar's bathrobe and gripped his cock lightly. She ran her hand from the head to the base and looked at him inquiringly.

"Have you been a busy boy today?" she asked playfully.

She leaned forward and inhaled deeply with her nose just inched from his penis.

"Mm," she said languidly, "You have been playing today already. She smells delicious too. Was she pretty?"

Oscar nodded his head dumbly, still staring in disbelief.

"Was she prettier than me?" she said with a giggle.

He shook his head in reply and Gina grinned impishly.

"Good!" she exclaimed. "But she did do her job well didn't she. You're as limp as a wet noodle."

Again Oscar nodded.

"Well," she said as she dropped to her knees between his thighs. "I guess I'll just have to work extra hard for this, won't I."

She closed her lips over his cock head and licked at it. Her tongue drew broad strokes all around the head and then down his shaft and back to the top. Her hand came up and gripped the shaft and then she engulfed the head into her mouth once more.

"Mm," she hummed softly. "Is that good Oscar? Do you like it when I take your cock into my mouth like that?"

Oscar's only response was a weak whimper as he fell back into his couch.

She giggled again and then slipped his cock past her lips. 

By now Oscar's cock was beginning to harden again and Gina gave a triumphant sigh as she felt it respond. She began to stroke it in earnest and sighed again as she tasted the first drop of precum that drooled out of his pee hole.

The head expanded and the shaft extended until it was fully hard and she attacked it with vigor. Now stroking and sucking simultaneously she knew he would cum soon.

"I want to fuck you in the worst way Oscar," she said with a gasp. "But first I want you to cum in my mouth. Please cum in my mouth Oscar!"

She went back to stroking him and she stared at him with pleading eyes.

"Come on Oscar!" she said. "Cum in my mouth and you can fuck me later. I promise!"

With the sight of her stroking his cock just inches from her face, Oscar gasped and felt his orgasm explode. She let it spray her face all around her nose and mouth and then she took the next spurt between her lips. She hummed and sighed as he spurted twice more into her mouth and then smiled as he went limp again.

She drew her finger around her nose and lips and licked the semen from her fingers hungrily.

"Tasty!" she said.

She got up from the floor and smiled gleefully.

"I'll make you some tea," she said. 

She bent to the floor and picked up her panties and dropped them into Oscar's lap.

"You can hold on to those until you're ready to fuck me," she said.

She went to the kitchen and Oscar listened to her fill the kettle. He stood up and walked to the kitchen doorway and stared at her. Wearing her peasant skirt and nothing else was almost enough to get him hard immediately. He knew though that it would be a while before he was ready for another round.

He watched her hungrily as she bounced around the kitchen, her bare breasts jiggling pleasantly with every move.

"Maybe you'd like me to be your maid huh?" she asked him playfully. "Walking all around your apartment like this while I clean. You'd like that huh?"

Oscar nodded wordlessly and she grinned.

"Maybe someday I will then," she said and then placed tea cups for the two of them on the breakfast table.

She hustled Oscar into a chair and poured tea for the two of them and sat closely beside him.

"Do you know why I'm here?" she asked him after a long time.

Oscar shook his head, not knowing what to say.

"Neither do I." she said as her face took on a thoughtful expression. Then she smiled again and giggled. "Oh well, it'll come to me eventually."

They sat and talked for a long time, Oscar with his bathrobe open to show his hairy pubis and her with only a skirt on and her breasts bare and beautiful before him. They talked about many things and seemed to have a lot in common, although from time to time Gina would look down at her bare chest and a puzzled expression would darken her features. Then her smile would return and she would be as animated as ever.

"So," she said slyly after about an hour. "Do you think you're ready to fuck me yet?"

His cock suddenly got very hard and she grinned.

"Oh good!" she said.

She stood from her chair and then straddled his lap, holding his head against her tits. She pulled the hem of her skirt up out of the way and pushed the head of his cock against her pussy lips and worked her hips in a circular motion. His head slipped past her opening and then she sighed deeply and began rocking to a slow rhythm against him.

"Mmm that feels good Oscar," she whispered. "Do you like it?"




A Strange Day Ch. 02



"Oh yeah!" he gasped. "You're amazing!"

"Ooh fuck me Oscar," she breathed into his ear. "I want you to cum inside me now."

He gripped her bum and squeezed it softly as she rode him. He took her nipple into his mouth and she sighed. When he bit it softly she gasped and thrust herself harder against his penis. He nibbled at it again and she quivered. She ground her pubis against him and grunted deep in her throat. 

Oscar cupped her bum in both hands and felt the slimy wetness between her thighs. He scooped up some of the fluids there and touched her anus. She gasped and pushed against him again so he slowly pushed his baby finger into her rectum. She groaned and he suckled her nipple as he pushed into her bum. With a sudden gasp her muscles tensed and she gave a soft cry. Then her legs went limp and Oscar gripped her bum once more and continued to thrust inside her. 

He felt his cock grow and Gina cooed into his ear.

"Ooh fuck me Oscar," she gasped. "Cum inside me please. Fuck me!"

Oscar grunted and then his orgasm hit. He pushed inside her and she sighed as she felt his load shoot inside her.

She fell against his shoulder and sighed with contentment as his cock softened and slipped out of her.

"I don't know why I came here," she whispered sleepily, "but I'm awful glad I did."

After a few minutes she looked at him and smiled. 

"Now it's time I got out of here," she said. "This is my day off and I've never made house calls before."

She stood up and smoothed down her skirt. Then she went to the living room and retrieved her panties and her top. She pulled them on and looked at Oscar standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Okay, I'm leaving now," she said in a business like manner. "Let me know if there's anything else you need."

She looked down at her skirt and found a wet stain at the juncture of her thighs. She creased her brow and ran her hand over it curiously.

"Where did that come from?" she said quietly.

Then she straightened and walked to the door looking slightly puzzled.

"Do you know why I came here?" she asked him.

Oscar shook his head and she frowned.

"Neither do I." she said.

Then she stepped through the door and was gone.



A Strange Day Ch. 03



Please read "A Strange Day Parts I & II" before reading this story.

By the time Oscar returned to work on Monday his headaches and dizziness were gone. 

He hadn't tried to do very much with his new found powers. The truth was, whatever it was that was happening to him scared him to death! Things like this just didn't happen in real life.

Oscar wasn't terribly religious but he did believe in karma; and he didn't believe that frivolously using these powers that had been suddenly bestowed upon him would make for good karma. Instead he decided to slow things down a bit and to try at least figure out how it worked. 

As he walked to his cubicle in the middle of the large office space that his insurance company leased, he saw several people looking his way. They watched him and whispered to each other behind their hands as he passed. By the time he reached his desk the whispering had reached a sibilant buzzing that permeated the whole floor.

He looked around nervously as he hung his hopelessly out of style plaid jacket on the hook and swallowed. He hated being the centre of attention!

He sat down hurriedly, turned on his computer and tried not to listen to the hushed voices as they speculated on where he'd been the last few days. He put his elbows on his desk and laid his chin on his upturned palms as he watched his computer monitor come to life.

"Hi Oscar," a woman's voice said from behind him.

He turned with a start and saw Melanie, the receptionist looking him over. She was in her late twenties and looked like she had probably been a cheerleader in her high school days. She had that fresh-faced look with her blonde hair tied into a neat ponytail and the lithe athletic body that most women would kill for. He knew also that her attractiveness stopped at her outward appearance. She was as ruthless as they came and had mastered the art of office politics. He had been the butt of jokes and rumors both started and perpetuated by her more times than he liked to remember. The expression she wore now told him that she was hungry for a tidbit she could throw into the office gossip circle.

"How are you feeling Oscar?" she asked, looking almost sincere.

"Okay I guess," he said. He averted his eyes from her and stared at the floor between them. He could never look her, or any other attractive woman, in the eye for very long.

"I heard you had an accident of some kind," she said with a shark-like smile. "Were you hurt?"

"No, I...," he stammered. "I'm okay. I just had, you know, headaches and stuff."

"You were gone for three days!" she said. "All of that time off just for headaches?"

He mumbled a little bit and went back to looking at his computer monitor. Melanie shuffled her feet, waiting for him to say something she could use. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and frowned. 

"I'm only asking you know," she said with a scowl.

She stomped away muttering and Oscar breathed a sigh of relief.

As much as he wanted to talk to someone about what had been happening to him lately, he knew with certainty that Melanie was not the person to do it with. In fact, he wasn't really friendly with anyone he worked with. Instead, he kept it to himself as he did with all of the things he would have liked to talk to someone about.

As his computer finally came to life he began to review some of the files he'd been working on the previous week. For all that Oscar might have been socially backward and unable to make friends anywhere, he knew his job and he did it well. By ten o'clock he had caught up with the backlog left on his desk and was now looking for new files to work on.

He decided a trip to the bathroom would be a good idea and stood from his desk and looked around the room. 

With everyone busy at their desks, no one was staring at him as they had done when he walked in that morning. He began to worm his way through the warren of cubicles toward the bathroom.

The bathroom was next to the reception desk at the far end of the room and he'd made it all the way to the entrance without being noticed until he passed Melanie's desk. He was staring at her from behind as he usually did when he walked this way. As unpleasant as her personality was, Melanie was definitely a girl that men looked at and Oscar was no exception. 

When he was about ten feet away from her she spun in her chair suddenly and gave him an icy stare. Oscar stopped in his tracks and swallowed nervously again. He absently adjusted his tie, a striped thing that didn't seem to match anything he wore, and she narrowed her eyes and sneered, knowing that she looked good and that every man she met wanted her.

She stared hard at Oscar and chuckled as he shrank away from her gaze. Oscar had no spine. She knew it and so too did everyone in the office. He was doomed to be an office gremlin for the rest of his life, a nobody who did other people's work for them and who never fought back when kicked.

She sneered again, knowing that sooner or later she would be his boss. All she had to do was continue sucking Ted's cock from time to time and making him believe that he was the best lover she ever had in her life. He would eventually give her everything she wanted.

Oscar looked down at the floor and walked with as much dignity as he could muster. He could feel her unfriendly eyes on him and the back of his neck burned under her wicked stare. He was positive he heard her laughing wickedly as the bathroom door swung shut behind him. He paused in front of the large mirror and blinked, tugging slightly on his short sleeves and beginning to breathe heavily.

He went to a stall, dropped his pants and sat on the toilet. He put his head in his hands and sighed heavily as he tried not to think about Melanie. He supposed he could have her if he put his mind to it. After all, he'd had sex with three women last week that would never have given him the time of day before his accident. Now he knew all he needed to do was think about it and Melanie would strip naked for him and take his cock in her mouth until he came. But he didn't want to do that. It wasn't that he didn't want to fuck her. He did. Any man would want to. He just didn't feel right about taking her the way he knew he could.

After he finished on the toilet he picked up his pants and fastened them. Then he opened the stall door and stepped up to the sinks and washed his hands as he stared at himself in the mirror once more.

He was more relaxed now but he hated the way he looked. He was overweight and balding and his glasses made him look exactly like what he was; a middle aged insurance adjustor who spent too much time at a desk and who had never been important in his life.  

He sighed again and left the bathroom only to see Melanie whispering to Leslie, one of the other good looking office girls that Ted Mullins liked to surround himself with. If the rumors in the office were to be believed, Ted was screwing both of them. What no one was certain of was whether both girls each knew about the other.

In fact, Ted had fucked the two of them together many times. Both Melanie and Leslie were happy to swap spit with each other and even lick each other's pussies if it meant more leverage in the office for them.

The two girls looked Oscar's way as he opened the door. Melanie said something Oscar couldn't hear and they both giggled loudly as they stared at him.

"Hi Oscar," Leslie said with a grin. "How's the headache loser?"

Oscar felt himself redden and he looked down at the floor as the burning in his face forced his chest to tighten.

"I think Oscar's been taking time off for nothing," Melanie said. "He wouldn't tell me why he was away."

"What would he do with time off?" Leslie asked with a smirk. "It's not like he'd do anything fun!"

The girls laughed again and Ted walked out of his office with a curious look on his face.

"What's going on out here?" he said sharply.

The girls quieted down but Melanie pouted at him causing Ted to blush slightly. He'd heard the rumors swirling around about him and Melanie but he didn't want anyone getting the idea that the rumors might be true, even if they were.

He frowned and saw Oscar standing outside the bathroom door and studied him the way a cat studies a mouse. He knew he'd told Oscar to take a few days off work and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he'd done that. He frowned again and took a few steps toward him

"Oscar, how nice to see you back," he said. "Feeling better?"

Oscar nodded dumbly and tried not to look at the reception desk where the girls were watching him. They knew Ted and they could tell he was going to give Oscar a good dressing down for being away from work.

"Why don't you come in to my office for a moment," Ted said. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

The girls tittered openly and Ted shot a venomous look their way. They both put innocent looks on their faces and managed to stop giggling for all of a few seconds. Then they started snickering again and Ted shook his head and gave up.

"I'd give anything to hear what Ted dishes out to that little dweeb in there," Leslie said with relish.

"Oh I'm sure it'll be classic Ted," Melanie agreed.

"Well, I guess I should get back to the phones," Leslie said with a bored expression. "You can fill me in on the details later."

Ted's door opened suddenly and he stepped out into the reception area. The girls looked past him to see Oscar sitting behind Ted's desk and looking vaguely confused.

"Ah, girls," he said absently. "I'm glad you're still here. Oscar is going to be taking over here and you work for him now. I'm going to take some leave and relax while he takes care of the company for me."

Both girls allowed their chins to drop at this sudden news. Leslie was too shocked to say a word. Melanie stomped her foot and rushed up to Ted who was now grabbing his briefcase and walking toward the door.

"But, Ted!" Melanie said hurriedly as she pondered working for the most hated man in the office. "What about our... agreement?"

"What agreement?" he said, turning toward her with a puzzled expression.

"You know!" she said slyly. "Our agreement; we've been negotiating it now for months!"

"Oh that!" he said with sudden understanding. "That wasn't negotiating. That was just blowjobs. You're good, but let's face it. Giving head is the only thing you're really any good at. You can't type, your phone manner is awful and you wouldn't know what a file was unless you used it to trim your fingernails. 

"I swear your blowjobs were the only thing that kept you employed here. Right now, I'd suggest you offer to give Oscar the best blowjob you've ever given in your life. We all know what a bitch you've been to him ever since you got here. I'd be amazed if you were still working here by lunchtime."

Melanie's mouth dropped open in shock and then her face turned a scarlet red when she realized everyone in the office had come to reception to see what the commotion was. Her face burned from embarrassment as they all stared and snickered at her. A couple of the guys gave her some suggestive looks, letting her know that they'd love to receive one of her patented blowjobs.

"And, Leslie," Ted said absently as he reached the door.

"Yes Ted?" Leslie said hopefully.

"You're fired," he said flatly. "You've been an even bigger bitch to Oscar than Melanie so there's no need for you to even beg. I just know it won't do any good."

He then opened the glass door and disappeared.

Oscar stepped tentatively out of his new office and surveyed the room. The entire staff of about fifty people was now staring at him in a state of shock.

Well," he said uncertainly. "I wasn't expecting that."

He looked from face to face and saw they were even more confused than he felt. He frowned and cleared his throat and looked around again.

"Okay, I guess the show's over," he said with as much authority as he could muster. Even he had to admit, it wasn't much. "I'll let you know if I need anything."

He put his hands behind his back in what he hoped was an imperious gesture and rocked back and forth on his heels for a moment. 

The crowd in reception began to disperse. The sound of their muttering echoed back to where Oscar stood and then they were all gone except for Melanie and Leslie. 

He studied them for a moment and cleared his throat again, not sure what to do or how to handle the situation.

Leslie stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. She took a tentative step forward and her mouth worked for a moment, but no sound came out. Finally she seemed to gather her thoughts and walked up to Oscar with a bright smile pasted to her face. 

"Well, let me be the first to congratulate you Darling," she said in her faux British accent. 

With her form-fitted skirt and tailored blouse she looked every bit the young professional. She had been doing sales since her college days and she knew she could swing even the most reluctant buyer. She knew she could win Oscar over if she just put her mind to it.

"We always knew you were destined for bigger and better things," she said as she took Oscar's hand and shook it daintily.

Oscar looked at her and then frowned. He looked down at the floor and took a deep breath.

"Didn't you always think of me as a loser?" he said, as he looked her in the eye.

"Of course not Dear!" she said with a friendly chortle. "That was just office humor!" 

"It didn't feel like humor," he said quietly. "In fact you called me a loser not five minutes ago when I came out of the bathroom."

Leslie opened her mouth to retort but Oscar put his hand up to stop her.

"I think I'm not going to fire you," he said with a sigh. "But I have a new job for you."

"Oh," she said with trepidation. "What kind of job?"

"I'll let you know," he said. "Go and clean out your office. I want a real sales rep sitting at that desk by this afternoon. I'll talk to you when that's done."

Leslie suddenly smiled blankly and nodded agreeably. Then she turned away and walked toward her office.

Oscar looked at Melanie. She was standing in front of the reception desk and looking horrified.

"Go into my office," he said. "Take off your clothes and get under my desk. Wait there."

"Okay Oscar," she said.

She stepped past him, unbuttoning her designer blouse as she went. By the time she went through the office door she was pulling it out from under the waistband of her skirt. Oscar watched her for a moment as she unzipped the skirt and slipped it down to her feet. He closed the door and turned to see Peter Wilson staring at him from beyond the reception desk.

Peter was a middle-aged adjustor just like Oscar was. He too was balding and overweight and, just like Oscar, had never had anything exciting happen to him in his life.

"Hi Peter," Oscar said.

"Hi Oscar," he replied, looking wistfully at the closed door where Melanie was stripping out of her clothes.

"Do you want her?" Oscar asked him.

Peter gave Oscar a severe look and he swallowed nervously.

Oscar nodded and opened the door. 

"Melanie?" he called out. "Give Peter a blowjob would you?"

"Okay," she replied.

Peter's eyes went wide and Oscar gestured for him to go into the office. 

"Go on Peter," he said. "I think you could use a break. I know how hard you work here. In fact, maybe this could be Melanie's new job around here. What do you think?"

Peter nodded mutely and Oscar patted him on the shoulder.

"Go on," Oscar said. "It'll do you good."

Peter then rushed through the door and Oscar closed it behind him.

Oscar then stepped around the divider panel separating the main office from reception and scanned the room. He looked around and finally saw Maria, the coffee girl, pushing her cart from desk to desk. He beckoned her over and she approached him with a smile on her face.

Oscar always liked Maria. She was one of the only people at this office who didn't make fun of him or put him down.

"Maria," he said, "how would you like to be our new receptionist?"

Her features lit up with a big smile and she giggled enthusiastically. 

"Oh Senor Oscar!" she gushed, "I would love that!"

"Okay, you're it!" he said. "Get behind that desk and that chair is yours."

"But what about my coffee cart?" she asked him with dismay.

"Don't worry about that," he said. "I've got just the right person in mind for that job."

She giggled again and hugged him tightly. Then she stepped gingerly behind the reception desk and looked around her with wonder in her eyes. The phone rang and she looked at it with trepidation. She looked at Oscar and he nodded at her encouragingly. She looked at the phone once more, steeled herself and then picked it up.

"Mullins Insurance," she said. "How can I help you?"

Oscar smiled at her and then grabbed the coffee cart. He pushed it into Leslie's office and saw that she had just finished packing a box with her personal possessions.

"Hi Leslie," he said.

"Hello Oscar," she said.

She looked vaguely confused and blinked in surprise when she looked down at the box on her desk containing all her personal effects.

"I've got your new job worked out Leslie," Oscar said. "You're the new coffee girl."

"Oh?" she said evenly.

"Yes," he said, "you'll push this cart from desk to desk selling coffee and pastries to the staff."

"Okay," Leslie said.

"And Leslie," he said emphatically, "you're going to do it naked."

"Okay Oscar," she said. 

"So take off your clothes and then bring your cart out to the office area and meet me there," he said.

"Okay."

Oscar turned and walked out into the office and paused while looking over the people as they worked. A few of them looked at him, confusion still in their eyes. He nodded and then cleared his throat.

"Can I have your attention everyone?" he said.

Now they were all staring at him.

"Thank you," he said. He cleared his throat again and tugged on his cheap tie. "As you all know, Ted has put me in charge here. So now I'm making a few changes, changes that I hope will be for the better.

"First of all, Maria is now the new receptionist. I'm sure she'll do a great job. I'm not sure what Melanie is going to do around here. I think I might put her in charge of morale."

Peter, who was just getting to his seat, blushed and sat down hurriedly.

"The next big change," Oscar said, "is this. Leslie is going to be our new coffee girl. I've put her in charge of the coffee cart and given her a new uniform. Come on out here Leslie. I want everyone to see your new uniform."

A collective gasp went through the crowd as Leslie appeared pushing the cart that Maria had so recently been responsible for. She wore high heels and that was all. Her breasts, a generous c-cup, jiggled slightly as she stepped up beside Oscar. Her short dark hair was combed into place and she looked like a pageboy nude model for Hustler magazine. She smiled at the sea of faces before her and then looked anxiously at Oscar.

"As you can see," he said, "she's very nice to look at, so I've instructed her to do this naked. She'll be available for anyone to use as they see fit. Won't you Leslie?"

"Oh yes Oscar!" she said enthusiastically. "I'm looking forward to being used by anyone however they want to!"

"That is all," Oscar said and then turned toward his office.

He listened to the cacophony of exclamations from the office pool and smiled to himself. 

"Maybe I can make all those people happy yet," he muttered to himself.

The mostly male insurance adjustors fell on Leslie with gusto. Before she could pour a single cup of coffee she was bent forward over the first desk she stopped at and was penetrated from behind. 

The sight of Leslie getting fucked from behind fascinated even the three women who worked there. They cheered on with the rest as two more men lined up beside Melanie and dropped their pants. Leslie grinned oafishly as they both tried to push their cocks into her mouth simultaneously.




A Strange Day Ch. 03



In the end she stroked them off with both her hands as yet a third man shoved his way forward. She smiled and took his penis between her lips happily. Very quickly all four men were shooting their loads only to be replaced by four more men. 

After this round one of the women pushed her way forward and hiked her skirt up in front of Leslie's face. Without being told to, Leslie pushed her nose into the pubis of the excited woman and licked to her heart's content.

Oscar walked into his office and stared at Melanie who was on her knees in front of his chair.

"Would you like a blow job Oscar?" she asked with a smile.

"I think I'd like to see you go help Leslie in the office," he said. "She's got a big workload back there and could use some assistance."

"Okay Oscar," she said.

She stood up, still naked and smiled at him.

As he suspected, Melanie naked was a sight to behold. Her breasts were a little bigger than Leslie's with big puffy nipples that stood out when she was horny. Right now they were almost two inches long and very red.

Her body was a sculpted piece of perfection with smooth alabaster skin. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and her lips were swollen with desire.

She turned away and went and joined Leslie in the orgy now taking place in the office pool. 

Oscar sat in his chair with his hands interlaced behind his head and listened to the sounds of his first day as Office Manager.

Maria came into his office with a concerned look on her face.

"Do you know what is happening out there?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "Yes I do."

"Oh," she said weakly. 

"Why don't we go and get some lunch Maria?" he said. "It's my treat!"

Maria smiled uncertainly and looked back out into reception.

"Are you sure Oscar?" she asked timidly.

"Yes," he said. "I'm absolutely certain!"



A Strange Day Ch. 04



Please read "A Strange Day Parts I, II & III" before reading this story.

Oscar decided to ride the bus downtown today.

It was a beautiful day and he felt like getting out in the world a bit more than he was used to. Besides, he wanted to see what kind of fun he could have with his new-found powers.

His accident was weeks ago now, although he could still see that ghostly ball of St. Elmo's Fire dancing enticingly on the hood of his car, no more than a few feet in front of him. He remembered too the splitting headaches he'd endured for the first few days after that. However the unworldly powers of persuasion he now had seemed to be well worth any discomfort he had experienced.

Anything he could imagine, he found he could persuade people around him to do, often even without speaking aloud.

For an overweight balding man in his mid forties, this was probably akin to a dream come true. Prior to this incident, his sex life had been non-existent. Now after just a few weeks, he'd had more women than he could count.

Some of them he knew but most of them he didn't. They were just random women he'd seen here and there whom he'd taken a fancy to. He found that all he needed to do was think about what he'd like them to do and they just did it. What made it even stranger was most passers-by didn't seem to notice anything odd about women stripping naked in the street and giving him blowjobs on park benches or bending over and taking his cock from behind in a variety store. People just walked on by without a second glance if that was what he wished them to do. Sometimes he wanted them to see.

Needless to say, he had experimented quite a bit. 

After the first few days he became fearful. He didn't know why but he somehow believed that if he used these powers frivolously some ultra-cosmic being would appear in a blinding flash of light and punish him for his hubris. 

Sure he had used his persuasive talents to satisfy his sexual needs with a few women. It was so easy, he couldn't help it.

Then, to give back to the community so to speak, he had encouraged everyone in the office to fuck each other's brains out after he had been promoted to run the place, yet another result of his new powers. The people at the office were still fucking regularly at their desks even though he'd stopped concentrating on that after just a few days. Apparently, they all liked it so much they just kept doing it. 

Their production had skyrocketed too, prompting a letter of commendation from the head office after they saw the end-of-month figures. 

It wasn't long after he'd sworn off seducing women that he'd broken down and began doing it again. He was like an addict who couldn't get enough. 

Last Saturday, he was walking through a shopping mall. He was watching people, as he often did, when he spotted a girl in her twenties coming out of a Victoria's Secret store. She was about five feet three inches tall but the heels she was wearing added more than an inch to her height. They also thrust her bum out and her legs up making the short skirt she was wearing look positively indecent. Her lacy royal blue bra was visible through her sheer blouse and the way she carried herself told everyone around her that she knew she was hot stuff.

Oscar looked at her as she strode out of the store and she stopped and gave him a cold stare. 

"What's in the bag?" he asked, indicating the tiny package she held in her hand.

"Some bra and panty sets that I just bought," she said.

"Can I see them?" he asked.

"Sure," she said.

She held the bag out and opened it for him to see.

"I want to see them on you," he said.

"Okay," she said.

She placed her bag on the floor and then unbuttoned her blouse. Unhurriedly, she shrugged it off her shoulders and then reached back and unsnapped her bra. They fell to the floor at her feet and Oscar feasted his eyes on her virtually perfect breasts. 

Although it was Saturday and the mall was crowded, no one glanced her way or noticed that she was now topless. 

The girl unzipped her beige miniskirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she placed her thumbs in the waistband of her blue thong panties and slid them down to her ankles.

She was now completely naked and she gave Oscar a half smile as he took in the sight of her. Her skin was flawless and her muscles well toned. Her ass was full and rounded. Her pussy was clean shaven and her vulva were big and puffy outlining the moist entrance to her vagina.

She reached for the bag of new lingerie but Oscar stopped her.

"I changed my mind," he said. "I'd just like you to suck my cock."

"Okay," she said.

She got to her knees and Oscar fished his cock out of his pants. She waited patiently while he shoved his pants to his knees and then gripped his cock softly with one hand.

It was already hard and she took it into her mouth lovingly. She sucked it to the back of her throat and Oscar sighed as she worked her tongue and lips over his penis. She cupped his balls with her free hand and stroked his shaft rhythmically all the while suckling on the head of his cock.

She looked up at him and stroked his cock vigorously. Oscar looked into her eyes and gasped. He knew he would cum soon and he put one hand on the top of her head and began thrusting back and forth slightly.

"Are you going to cum for me Baby?" she cooed as she looked up at him.

Oscar grunted and nodded. She smiled and gripped him with both hands. She smiled and mouthed his head wetly.

"Cum for me Baby," she whispered. "Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my tits?"

"...mouth!" Oscar gasped, unable to form a complete sentence as his orgasm began.

She giggled, placed his cock on her bottom lip and opened her mouth wide.

"Come on Cutie!" she said. "Give it to me!"

Oscar grunted and watched in fascination as his semen spurted against her top lip and plopped on to her tongue. He spurted again and she grinned, the white sticky fluid staining her perfect teeth. He spurted again and it splashed against her nose and cheek. One more spurt fell weakly on to her bottom lip and she swiped her tongue all around her mouth to take it all in.

Oscar fell back against the wall breathing heavily. She followed him, shuffling awkwardly on her knees and continued to milk the last of the cum from his limp cock. She took the flaccid member into her mouth and licked it clean and then sighed.

She looked up at him and cocked her head to one side.

"Are you done Honey?" she asked.

Oscar nodded weakly and blinked. 

She smiled and got to her feet then grabbed his waist band and pulled his pants up to his sagging belly. She buttoned and zipped his pants and then kissed him on the cheek.

"How was that Baby?" she asked with a smile.

"Really good!" he replied.

He reached forward, cupped her perfect breast and shook his head in admiration.

"You should show these off more," he said.

"Okay," she said. 

She picked up her thong panties and slipped them on and then pulled on her skirt. She zipped it and then picked up her blouse and bra. She stuffed them into the Victoria's Secret bag and then looked at him one last time.

"You know what?" she said. "I should show off my tits more."

Then she wandered off wearing just her skirt, her breasts jiggling freely with every step. Oscar grinned and then continued his trip through the mall.

A week later he was sitting on the bus and looking around him curiously. 

He saw a woman dressed in a business skirt and jacket which was odd. It was Sunday afternoon and most of the people around them were dressed much more casually. It was incredibly hot and humid and she was obviously uncomfortable in her suit. 

She looked down at Oscar and he returned her stare. After a moment, she released her grip on the stainless steel pole overhead and removed her jacket. She slung it over one arm and then grabbed on to the overhead pole to steady her self once more.

She was probably about thirty or so and very attractive. Her brown hair was piled on top of her head with a few wisps hanging down over her face. 

A man of about forty stood behind her. He was a Latino dressed in casual shorts and a button down shirt hanging loose over his waistband.

Oscar looked at him for a moment and then the man shuffled to his right a bit and turned to face the back of the woman in the business suit. He stepped up close until his hips were pressed softly against the back of her skirt. The woman glanced briefly over her shoulder at him and then stared at the window.

After a few minutes, the man placed his hand lightly on the woman's hip and let it rest there. The woman's eyes flickered down for a second and then she ignored the man. After another little while the man moved his hand forward until he had wrapped his arm around her and he was rubbing her belly gently through her yellow silk blouse.

The woman looked down at the hand on her stomach and then returned her gaze to the window and the passing scenery.

The man pushed himself closer still until his hips were pressed hard against the back of her skirt. At the same time his hand rose up to cup her breast through the blouse and the bra underneath. 

The woman glanced briefly to her left where the man's chin was beginning to rub softly against her shoulder and then she looked to the window again.

The man placed his other hand on her hip as he continued to knead her breast and gripped her more tightly against him. She sighed softly and he tugged her blouse out of her waistband until it was hanging loosely over her pencil skirt. He put both his hands under her blouse and reached upward until he was cupping and squeezing both her tits. 

She shifted her weight and placed her feet a little more than shoulder width apart allowing the man to move his feet in between them and so push his groin more firmly against her bum.

He pushed his hips forward and she pushed back to meet him while turning her head to look him in the eye. 

By now a few other people on the bus were beginning to notice what the man and woman were doing. A few looked away but more stared at them in surprise.

The man reached up to the woman's back and unclipped her bra leaving it to hang loosely over her shoulders. He returned his hands to her tits and continued to knead them. The woman sighed again and leaned back against him. 

Emboldened now, the man undid some of the buttons on her blouse. It fell open exposing her nipples to the gaze of Oscar and some of the other people there. 

Some exchanged looks and guffaws and more than a few looked on anxiously. One woman about thirty five years old sitting opposite Oscar gulped uncomfortably and shifted in her seat. She was wearing a long loose peasant dress with buttons from the bottom hem all the way to the top where the neckline fell between her large breasts. 

The man pushed the woman forward slightly and she placed her hands on the chrome pole on the back of the seat in front of her. The man reached down and pulled the bottom hem of her skirt up exposing her shapely ass and the white French-cut panties she wore. The man then gripped her panties and whisked them to her knees where they clung to her quivering legs. 

He unzipped his pants and pulled his erect cock out, then aimed it at her opening. He pushed it against her vulva a few times and she ground her pussy against it. The man groaned as she pushed against him and then he entered her. Both of them sighed and the woman gave a small whimper as he began thrusting into her. 

All semblance of dispassion gone now, the people crowded around them watched in lustful awe as the two fucked before their eyes. 

The man and woman seemed to be in their own world. They didn't see any of the people watching them nor did they hear anything as the mutterings and guffaws grew around them. 

One man standing next to the couple unzipped his pants. His cock was hard and throbbing when he pulled it out. He placed himself near the woman getting fucked, obviously hoping that she would see fit to take care of his needs too. 

The woman ignored him as the man behind her continued to thrust into her. She was gasping now and muttering softly as he penetrated her. She gripped the pole more tightly and bit her lip. The sweat was standing on her brow and her mouth was open. She grunted with each thrust forward and then after a few minutes pushed back against the man urgently and cried out. The man gripped her hips and pushed mercilessly into her and the people around them let out a collective sigh as they watched the woman orgasm around his cock.

The woman who had been squirming in her chair tugged on the waistband of the man who had exposed his cock. Surprised, he stumbled back a bit and looked over his shoulder to see who had sent him off balance. The woman reached her arms around the man's waist and placed her hands firmly on his cock. 

Oscar grinned to himself, knowing that this was one part of this little drama that he was not scripting. He had only bent his will toward the first man and woman. In fact, he hadn't really persuaded the man to do anything but stand closely behind the woman. Most of his actions, up until he began to undress her, had been entirely his own idea. All Oscar had done at first was to persuade the woman not to step away from the man when he stood behind her and pushed his hips against her bum. 

Admittedly, Oscar thought, he had egged them on to greater deeds as the scene progressed, but the man began copping a feel of the woman without being persuaded to at all.

The woman began to stroke the man and his hips jerked and thrust in time to her rhythm. 

The man fucking the woman against the chair now let out a long low growl and pushed his hips firmly against the woman's bum. His eyes rolled back in his head and he gasped as he came inside her. The woman cried out in response and ground against him. 

A young girl sitting in the chair directly in front of the woman gasped as she watched a trail of the man's semen drool out of the woman and down the inside of her thigh. 

The girl licked her lips unconsciously and placed her open palm over her own pubis. The white cutoff shorts she wore were tight and the man sitting opposite her swallowed hard as he stared at the wet spot growing over the front. She met the gaze of the man and whimpered softly as she looked down at the bulge in his shorts. 

The man and woman had finished fucking by this time and were self-consciously tugging their clothes back into place. The woman's face was burning red as she looked around at all the people staring at her. The man looked down at the floor in shame as he shoved his withered penis back into his shorts. 

The young girl in front of the woman stood up abruptly and squeezed past the shame-faced woman trying vainly to regain her dignity. Seeing the girl vacate the seat in front of her, the woman sat down hurriedly. She hastily pulled her suit jacket on to hide the fact that her bra was still undone and hanging loosely under her blouse. She ignored the fact that her blouse was still hanging loosely over her skirt instead of it being neatly tucked in as it was when she began this bus ride. She looked down at the floor and hoped that the people around her would stop staring.

The girl who had stood up darted to the exit door and disembarked at the next stop. The man who had shared a glance with her abruptly rose from his seat and followed her off the bus.

The man being stroked now turned to face the woman pleasuring him. He looked down at her in desperation and the woman looked back at him, seemingly trying to make a decision. The decision made, she took his cock tentatively into her mouth and the man sighed as he filled her mouth with cum. She gagged a little bit and the man pulled back. A stream of semen dripped over her chin and she once again took his cock between her lips. She grunted wordlessly as he spurted into her mouth again and then she swallowed uncomfortably. She looked up at him and gave a half smile and the man placed his hand gratefully on top of her head.

She patted him gently on the belly and then sat straight in her chair, grinning as she defiantly met the stares of the people around her.

Oscar chuckled to himself and then rang the bell to tell the driver to let him off at the next stop.

He wandered aimlessly for awhile. He was in no hurry.



A Strange Day (Out)



1

He walked along the Embankment watching the boats pass on the Themes.

He loved London and especially in the autumn, when Westminster Bridge wasn't crawling with tourist, having to swerve to avoid bumping into them, how rude they were not to move as you would walk in a straight line.

The usual talents still worked. A mime artist would walk and act when and a small child ran to him and put some money in his pot.

She giggled as he gave her a flower, smiling sweetly as he entertained her, the mother watching from a far with her camera at hand.

Marcus stood and observed for a while then strolled away feeling the cool breeze on his face, pulling his jacket close around him.

He doesn't look around much or care who was around him, something that he as become accustomed with here in this city, not drawing attention to himself.

But do ever get that moment that everywhere you go the same person or persons end up in the same places you are?

Like a supermarket or when you travel, that annoying family or couple that get in your way and bugs the shit out of you when you turn the corner; and guess what? They are there again. Coincidence or was he stalking him?

This man he sensed was here again as he arrived at Victoria tower Gardens.

Shaking off this feeling he leaned over the ancient wall to see the open water again, taking a breath and feeling free and tranquil.

Turning his head towards the huge building, a tall man stood facing away from him.

Hair was dark, gelled back that seemed to be a spiked quiff for a fringe; black jeans, Leather jacket.

Marcus just shook his head and walked on, admiring this wonderful city of his old hometown. He moved feeling this strange presents that followed him; then nothing as he took the Piccadilly line to another destination.

Who ever he was; he wasn't keen on getting on the same tube as him; as he looked around the crowded hustled station, only heads of other people not reaching his description was seen.

"Silly sod" He smiled to himself, posting the card through the slot to open the gates. 

Green Park, lovely place to walk and take in more of the nature side of London, the trees lined in pathway formation,

The golden path of leaves crunched under his feet.

The sun hazing through the branches as he walked, hands in pockets along the way.

It was pretty quiet here, a courting couple would pass, bodies lying on the ground on cloud watching stillness but that was all.

He sat on the bench; fondling his pocket for his cigarettes, lighting one, and sighing as he only realize he had not had one in at least over an hour ago. It was so serine here, watching the clouds roll by, the odd runner, dog walkers came passed within five minutes or so.

Moving on he was taken by surprise, a strange formed tree stood out; a squirrel nearby minding its own business, eating what it found.

He crept closer, not wanting to disturb it; mind you the squirrels here were used to human contact and were actually quite tame.

They like to feed from hands of the public.

Moving closer, the squirrel stopped what it was doing then bounded up the tree.

Marcus chuckled; maybe this one was a little timid.

He took a moment to lean against it, it was a great time he had today visiting places he hadn't done since a child, or even never took the time to at all! 

He drifted into deep thought gazing a head.

Suddenly he was aware that there was someone not to far away. As he looked to his right another man was standing there, one hand clasping around the thick branch; left knee bent casually maybe provocatively? Looking forward, and then turning his head to greet the eyes of Marcus, as they watched him.

"Sorry didn't mean to startle you," He said as he visibly 

Seeing a change a change in is expression.

"No it's ok," He smiled friendly but still vigilante.

"Beautiful here isn't it," The other man spoke calming and smoothly.

"Yes it is." Marcus fought the urge to ask the cliché question of coming here often, so remained quite, and a little awkward.

Just letting his back lean on the thick part of the tree, with his hands in his pockets, now gazing back over the park, not actually sure if the wanted company right now, but another part of him saying that he had been alone for some time and maybe some human companionship wasn't such a bad thing.

There was a long silence before the dark man spoke.

"Fancy some company? I don't know about you but I haven't spoken to another soul since breakfast." 

"Me neither," he confessed.

The other man chuckled a little.

"A pair of lonely wonderers in this world" 

Turning his head and frowned, with such a strange thing to come out with, the man then met his eyes again.

"Figure of speech," He shrugged hoping he hadn't offended him.

"I think I know what you mean." He looked back to the sky.

"One of life's philosophers, stepping back into the surroundings, camouflaged and watches how the world turns." 

"Checkmate," The stranger said in surprise. 

"Oh come on I'm not that complex you know! Quite simple really" 

Marcus sensed he was on the same page with this man although maybe the outlook a little different perhaps deeper than his, as this man was some what logical?

"Really," Quirking one eyebrow he walked closer to him.

He now was faced by the amazingly handsome features of this strange man; he felt was following him.

He placed both hand beside his head, each clasping different branches, leaning in a little too close for Marcus's comfort.

He felt his breath hitch as he caught the scent of the stranger waft under his nose. It was heavenly.

These pale piercing eyes examined ever inch of his face.

He licked his lips nervously as the eyes now stopped there, studying the contours of them.

The rise on fall of his chest paced faster as he felt the invisible spark of his aura hit him.

Anticipation! Fear, desire, molded into one as his eyes closed, the soft touch of his lips against his folded into a soft kiss. 

He was overcome as this complete stranger, with no reason or with error, made out with him under this leaning tree.

How could he be so bold as to do such thing? 

Assume that he was even attracted to him? 

But in truth, letting his lips cloak his, in such a soft gentle way excited him.

He didn't fight him off or even question his actions, just let his own lips submit, the question beyond that had not even taking place – what next?

It was nice too nice! 

His long fingers then progressed to his cheek, smoothing the tip over his soft skin, making Marcus shudder.

The other cupped his nape, caressing the short stubbly hairs there.

He now let a whimper escape, feeling the fingers trace up to comb through his thick waves.

Leather clad erection threatening as it began to strain though his trousers.

Fuck this was the hottest thing that has ever happened to him! 

His hand that once touched his cheek now made its way down; over his neck, thumb smoothing over his Adams apple, over his chest covered in a comfortable yet suitable sweat top for his outing.

The hand then folded around his waist, under his jacket, the heat radiating his fingers as he grabbed and pulled the man closer to his body.

Marcus grunted as the weight of his body pressed his.

Their lips never parted, as he then felt something hard; denim, rub over his own aching mound, gasping as the rock hard pressure stroked his.

His eyes shot open to come back to reality, seeing people walking not too far from here. He broke the kiss.

"We can't do this here," He breathed.

"Why not you're not scared of me are you?" 

"No it's just too public." 

The stranger smirked, still holding him close, now with both hands, grinding his desire over his, watching his face transform to pleasure as he did so.

"Frightened someone might see?" He whispered, lightly pecking at his neck, causing him to moan lightly.

"Hmmm..." 

"I have followed you all day, and now finally have you. I'm not letting you run from me now." 

Marcus's green eyes glanced to his; they had a serious exterior of lust.

"You have been following me then! I thought I had imagined it" his lips broke into a subtle smile in flattery. 

"So do you always make a habit of stalking men you want to fuck?" he felt maybe that was a little brash of his words, but the stranger looked down and chuckled. 

"Actually no I don't."

"So why me?" 

"You're beauty captivated me from the first moment I saw you." 

"Oh where was that?" flirtingly smiling at him 

"Victoria."

"The Station?" 

"Yes." 

"God I have been everywhere since then, even stopped for lunch at Starbucks," He chuckled.

"Yes I was the man holding the paper opposite you." 

"I didn't notice." 

"No too busy daydreaming whilst eating a slice of chocolate cake" 

Both men laughed softly.

"I did notice you at the south Bank." 

"Really?" 

"Yes you sat on a bench, but I didn't really acknowledge you until I though I saw you at the gardens." 

"You did I was there" 

Marcus bit his lip, as he raised his eyebrow at what he then asked or really commanded.

"Meet me." 

"Where?" 

"Here, at 8." 

"I can't I have to catch the train home." 

"Then stay with me" 

"I can't do that!" 

"You can and will."

"Geeze you are persistent." 

The stranger pulled him close again; kissing him hard on his lips, letting his tongue dart in to taste him further, thrusting his lower half forcefully and dominantly to his, the rush of excitement hit him hard as he fell back, the cold space now hit him as the stranger rushed off.

"....Wait!!!" He was gone. "I never got you're name" He said lowly.

2

What could he do? 

His last train was at Ten fifteen so maybe it was risky to meet him.

Not only that; he could be some mad person who might do something, at night in the dark, in the middle of a park; dodgy?

Walking back he could find no trace of this mysterious man.

Maybe he will be stood up! Maybe he his is a killer, like jack the ripper or something? Too many doubts plagued his mind.

Only cons were that he was devilishly attractive, he had chased him all day and that he wanted him; and Marcus if he was honest didn't want to loose sight of him again.

So why not ask him out for a drink, or go with him that moment he had pursued him and caught him? 

Perhaps it was just for sex? 

Either way He fought with himself to carry out the plans.

It was only past five so he supposed he could kill some time getting something to eat and maybe a drink or two to think it over, or have Dutch courage to go through with it. 

He arrived at a takeout restaurant, settling at the table with his Fish and chips, trying to get his head around what just happened there.

Why did he not invite him to join him rather than ask of his name? Stupid! He cursed in his mind.

Moving on the chair he felt something crumple in his back pocket.

It felt flat and square like a folded piece of paper.

Hoisting up he fished it out, and indeed it was! 

Wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin he opened this very neatly folded note.

It read: 

Hi 

Know I must look like some kind of psycho following you around London.

But I'm generally fascinated by your beauty. 

Please do as I ask and meet me by the tree again tonight at 8pm.

I promise I'm not some madman, and that you won't be disappointed.

A 

Marcus frowned and read it again; it baffled him on why he wanted to meet him at this time; strange though the curiosity grew in him, eager to find out the name of this stranger and get to knew him.

A? 

Andrew, Adam, Alex? 

This was now driving him mad and gave him more reasons to meet him.

He finished the food and Drink and decided to find a reasonable pub to have a few pints. 

The pub was small and to relief quiet. He knew from experience which pub was adequate for him, as his image was something for shallow minded people to frown upon or judge.

This one seemed friendly and not too far from the park, safe and acceptable.

The young girl served him with a smile, asking him if he was local.

He replied with used to be but now lives in Kent.

Sitting in the corner he dwelled more on the situation, planning the 'what ifs' in his mind. Staring as the bubbles softly floated to the top, placing finger prints on the condensation of the cold beer glass, to make a pattern, finding he had drawn the letter A as he returned from his daydream. 

Ok so if it goes wrong surely he could find a hotel nearby, or even manage to catch the train home. He had two hours from 8?

Or maybe it would go ok, and he would end up with this man, but he did want to impose so decided to ask a local on a nearby hotel or Travelodge so he could have back up.

Gladly the couple next to him mentioned something nearby where they were staying and it was pretty cheap.

Marcus gladly thanked them; then carried on his own thoughts. 

The time so slowly, looking a Budweiser clock above the bar which told him he had only an hour to go.

Is anxiety would grew as he finished his second pint, feeling quite lonely as no-one really spoke to him.

He sparked up his last cigarette that now caught up with him; his lack of nicotine craving for the day, and sat back wondering if it was wise to get in a last drink, he didn't want to be drunk or have problems with needing the toilet.

He sighed glancing over to the girl who was leaning at the bar; she smiled sweetly and wondered over to collect his empties.

"Waiting for someone?"

"No I am suppose to be meeting someone some where else." 

"Any-where nice?" The glasses clinked as he gathered them with her fingers.

Had to think; and lie. What would it sound like if he told the truth? Like some weirdo? 

"Oh um... at the station, at Eight then maybe a drink" 

"Ooooh a date?" 

"Something like that," He blushed and folded his lips.

"Well have fun," She winked. "Shame I rather thought you are kinda cute myself."

He chuckled unsure how to take two complements in one day. 

"If you get stood up then come right back here; I would gladly give you a night to remember." 

"I will bear that in mind."

The girl winked and walked away, leaving him to his thoughts again.

What was with him pulling two people in one day? He then pondered back to the 'A' that name!! 

Alan... Anthony.... Adrian...Anton? Perhaps it was foreign.

Visiting the gents Marcus groomed, primped in the mirror, wetting down his hair and adding a little body spray in a mini bottle he kept in the inside of his jacket. He was walking around all-day he really could have done with a shower, maybe book a hotels wasn't a bad thing, but just to get freshened up? 

He opted to the cologne hoping it would mask any unpleasant odors, although he had a bath before he left home.

Looking at his reflection he was satisfied he would do.

Waving goodbye to the barmaid who wished him luck; he headed into the icy air, it was colder than he thought.

He wrapped his jacket around him and moved on, the drink making him a little unsteady, lightheaded and a little more courageous. What was the worst that could happen? 

Luckily there were a few street lamps that illuminated the park; old Victorian ones that made him giggle about the Jack the ripper accusations.

The scene felt like he had gone back in time for a moment.

As he walked on he began to feel quite frightened on who or what could be lurking in the shadows of the trees.

The noises reached his ears as animals scurried in he bushes.

Stupid stupid idea! He comforted himself, keeping his hands close to his chest 

The wind rustled the leaves that fell like giant snowflakes over him.

He started to regret this now and felt the urge just to turn around and go back, go home, if he wanted him that much then he would follow him back.

He stopped and looked around trying to get his bearings, when suddenly he was pulled back by some-ones hands cupping his mouth and dragged away.

He fought and cried out as he was then pushed against the tree, body close, and warmth pressed there.

He panted hard, heart beating fast, but then caught that familiar scent.

"You came," the darkened face uttered, adding more to his mystique. 

"Yes" was all he could say as the shock still hitting ten barrels of shit out him! 

"I want you now!" 

His lips were now cushioned with the soft heat of the others, more passionate more eager more daring.

"No-one will see us here, we are all alone and how I want you!" 

The stranger roamed his hand over his body, not leaving anything out. 

Touching feeling exploring him, paralyzed with the thrill.

The hot breath over his face, in rhythm almost with his, suddenly the cold air turned very hot.

The cold finger tips ran under his clothes feeling the soft skin, Mans gasps as hot lips began to work his neck, questions swirling around his head. 

Why here? He wanted ask so much but was distracted by the man mauling him.

He daren't stop him, as he was too eager to have him here and now.

Submission took over him as he let the dark man pin him on the spot, wet kisses covered him.

And now Marcus let his own hand idly wrap around his body, pushing towards him, letting his tongue sample him, tasting what he had smelt like.

He moaned as he kissed him hard, returning the passion ten times over, this was indeed as much as he could take, now the mans hands cupped and rubbed between is legs.

Marcus jolted with a whimper, his cock aching to be free from his tight leather pants.

Returning he now felt the hard damp denim grind over his fingers.

"Oh I really want to fuck you, hard against this tree, I want to take you now, say yes and I will grant you a wild time." 

The stranger now fondled for his zip, pulling free his erect shaft, running his fingers teasingly from base to tip.

He had to bite his lip hard to stifle a moan, the tips danced and teased until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you want it?" He growled, chewing at his crook then sliding his tongue up his long slim neck.

"Oh god yes," He murmured in a high pitched whimper, squeezing his eyes so tight he began to see spots of white lights. 

"You are lucky I'm being considerably gentle giving the circumstances of being out in the cold."

Marcus just made a small noise.

"You would have me in that pretty mouth and sucking until I cum." 

"Ohhhhhh," He Moaned as his cock was being massaged, with such smooth hands, gliding easily with the moisture coming from the pre-cum.

"Ooh I got you nice and greased," The stranger growled.

"Turn around." 

He did so, with a firm helping hand, palms placed on the branches, pressing on the hard rough bark, his trousers stripped to his knees, bearing his hot skin to the bitter wind. 

A hot hard piece of flesh prodded at him, stabbing jabbing leaving cold damp marks as it did so.

He was proving just how horny he was by marking his territory with his own juice.

Finally as he hit the x marked spot, Marcus gripped the branch hard, feeling him slide into him, slowly and painfully.

He let out a loud cry, which diminished to an elongated moan of absolute excitement; finishing with a girly gasp.

The man behind grunted in his ear with ever sound every writhe of his slight repressed body, making him grow harder.

"Mmmm... you're good," He said, licking his ear and pounding harder almost knocking Marcus off balance.

It was all happening so quickly, in almost minutes hot liquid sprayed over his bare ass, and long grunted groan came from behind.

Jesus he hadn't even come yet and now it was over. How unsatisfied or even underperformed did he feel! 

But the other man turned him around and kissed him softly.

"Come back with me and I will satisfy you properly," He said.




A Strange Day (Out)



Nodding and pulled up his trousers, grimacing at the stickiness that clung to his backside. 

They walked in an uncomfortable silence, what just happened seemed like some kind of dream, but Marcus was fighting his mind to at least say something.

"Don't feel shy; I know it's all unorthodox but it's something that I have always wanted to do." 

"Really?" half chuckled unsure on how serious he was.

"Yeah" 

The silence continued a little more.

They cam to the entrance not a minute too soon thoughts as his own eagerness to wrap warm sheets with this rather sexy male he had just met.

Feeling skin-on-skin; nakedness of lust as he made love to him for the second time; felt his desire grow in his trousers again, anticipation coursing through.

Still the matter of his name was pushed to the back of his head – for now.

They walked passed Wellington Arch and headed down Halkin Street, passes Belgrave square until we reached Kennerton Street were he stopped and announce 'we are here.'

Not much on the way of conversation on the way, only on the sites of London, nothing personal no questions asked, just small talk; either that maybe both men were to shy to ask anything.

Wow this place looked like a palace to where Marcus lived a story of posh apartments about four stories high.

"You live here?" 

"Yeah ya know! It keeps the rain off, come," He gestured to follow pushing the door as he pressed a button.

The corridor smelt sweet fresh of paint, papered in floral patterns. It was posh even for the foyer.

As they both stepped in a pristine unmarked lift Marcus laughed a little.

"What?" the man smiled.

"Just I'm used to broken and tatty lifts" he kicked himself inwardly that he didn't want to give away what slums he lived in.

It wasn't his fault he had to live there, and how the crime rate was high in his area. 

It wasn't doing much for his street cred either, hoping he could move as soon as he could, and maybe into something as nice as this –maybe? 

After a moment the lift came too a halt and in front of his door, jamming his keys in then opening it, letting his guest in first.

Marcus looked around at this minimal yet fashionable flat, never in his boldness to ask what this man did for a living to afford such a place.

"Drink?" He asks walking over to the kitchenette and peering into the fridge.

"Yes please," Standing still like a mannequin not daring to move.

The man maybe a couple of years older than him maybe Thirty, Marcus was twenty- Six now as the light dominated his sharp features, impressive nose and high cheekbones that stood out to make him more handsome than in natural light.

He had a question. Stopping and waited for an answer to the question he asked twice; that Marcus seemed to have missed; staring at the slight man with one eyebrow raised, captivated by him at this moment.

"Oh... sorry?" He shook his head out of the trance. 

"Would you like a beer or something stronger?" He repeated slowly.

"I myself fancy vodka"

"Yeah Vodka that'll be good" He grinned inanely now feeling a total idiot.

"Please sit you look like you're about to attend an audition," He joked walking to a cabinet and reaching for a bottle.

He sat down on the white leather sofa, still as stiff as he was standing, he almost gasped as he brought out a bottle of Stoli. Shit that was quality stuff he thought.

'A' poured out two glasses and handed one to this ridged stranger he has chased, then sitting next to him, in the same movement reached for the remote and switch on the stereo that now played some music.

"Relax" He smiled leaning back and scooting close.

Marcus just nodded and sipped his drink, liquid burning his throat, almost making him cough, be rude to cough.

"You didn't seem this shy in the park." 

Marcus just shook his head unsure on what to say.

An arm now wrapped around his shoulder and the body became closer, soft lips attacked him again and before long He was starting to feel at ease. 

"That's better," He crooned folding his lips over his. 

"Hmm, you are just so fucking sexy," He uttered feeling a smile creep over his lips.

"Why the park?" This question uncontrollably spat out.

'A' just pulled back, gazing into his eyes. 

"Fantasy! Oh don't get me wrong I don't make a habit of doing that, infact was the first time. I get so bogged down with reality that sometimes I need to break free, and I think... no I know you are the same." 

Marcus nodded, exactly hitting the nail on the head there.

"I have never seen someone like you before or feel something so strong that I could lure into my kinky ways," 

He slightly blushed.

Marcus sniggered and looked down

"Picked the right man" 

"Yes well you would have smacked me one if not" 

Both men laughed. 

"I was kind of weary about meeting you in that place- I mean you could have been anyone, a mad axe man or something." 

"No I did state that in my letter... you did..?"

"Yes I did" 

"Good." 

It fell silent. 'A' ... now gazed into his eyes the spark of passion ignited once again , watching Marcus drain the drink then taking it from him and placing it on a mat on the glass table.

He moved so that his hands roamed his chest, kissing hard and ending up on his lap, grinding is hard- on against his, fingers desperately tugging at his jacket, unable to pull it off.

In the end sat up ad remove it himself, easy access now as the stranger lifted the clothing to reveal his bare skin. 

Hot wet sensation then hit his nipples as he licked and sucked gently as first then bit sharply, Marcus jolted and moaned very loudly.

"Like that do you?" He grinned biting the next one.

Leather and denim bulges pressed, smoothed and tantalized, causing sweat to form on their brows.

In a moment the top was off and now exposed skinned and to the mercy of the other man.

Crawling up and down, his body, Marcus tilting his head so he could attack his neck, moaning as the lips tasted him.

Whispers of lust in his ear of what he was going to do to him, made his head spin.

He found that his trousers had been split open and now he was pumping his cock.

He groaned and tilted back again, this stranger's face in concentration as he pleased him.

Now he became aware that he was surrounded by him, body on his, ever inch of him touched, trousers pulled off completely. How did this happen? He must have been under his spell.

He was now on his back the other man on top, probing his lips with the hot tip of his cock demanding he sucked him.

Parting his lips he let him in, taking him all.

The dark man's eye's close in pleasure, mouth open, Marcus was just memorized by his face.

It was taken away replaced by lips.

"My turn to please you," He said, gruffly.

As soon as the whispers his own cock was incase in a hot wet feeling, subtle sucks as this stranger blew him off.

Gripped the arms of the chair, crying out – well his name he didn't know and wished he did as he would shout it over the entire building.

Before he hit his peak the coldness hit him again then the same penetrating feeling came over as the other man thrusted his hard shaft inside in.

Marcus almost screamed at his rashness.

"Come for me," He hissed, fisting his cock hard and fast.

The man gasped as he came with a volcanic eruption over his hands.

"YES, oh fuck!!" He screamed now coming inside the second time.

He then growled for what seemed like minutes, collapsing in a heap. It was then silent.

"That was fantastic!" 

"My pleasure" 

It went quiet again.

"By the way I didn't catch your name." 

"Andre" He panted exhaustedly.

A big grin as he never ever thought of that one.

"Marc" he smiled "Marcus is your Name"

His eyes widened. How did he know that? 

"I have known you more than one day."