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Intimate Strangers

By: Lily



You were coming out of the gym and I wasn't watching where I was going. Our bodies slammed into each other and I fell. The heel of my shoe stuck in the grate near the curb and sent me sprawling. There I lay my skirt riding high on my thighs. The lacy tops of my stockings peeking out below the hem of my skirt. The top two buttons of my blouse opened and exposing the lacy camisole underneath. You reached down to help me up but not before letting your eyes travel slowly up my body. I watch a slow smile spread across your face as you lift me to my feet.

"Are you all right?" You ask.

My eyes widen hearing your voice. 'so sexy' I thought. "I think so " I said, it came out in a whisper. You brushed off my back and then my skirt. My skin warmed under the touch of your palm. I gasped as you softly brushed off my ass.

You heard it and your grin deepened. "Here, let me" you say reaching for the buttons on my blouse. Your fingers moved slowly and I watch as you refasten the buttons. I was sure you could feel the speeding beat of my heart. Your hands brushed against the top of my breasts as you moved them to my waist to steady me. The heel of my shoe was broken and our heads bumped as we both bent to pick it up at once. We laughed and it relaxed me for a minute until you reached up and rubbed my forehead. I was shocked by the sudden heat from your touch. You felt it to and took your hand away.

"Sorry about your shoe, can I give you a lift somewhere?" I stared at you for a moment trying to decide what to do. I wanted you so much and I was sure that you could tell. My nipples were hard points showing through my blouse.

"Please" I said huskily and took your outstretched hand. I decided for once to take what I wanted and worry about it some other day.

You led me to a truck and helped me get in. I gave you directions and we rode in silence to the small house I had just moved into. We pulled up in front and you turned the engine off and leaned against the wheel just looking at me. "Can you stay for a while?" I ask. I see that slow grin again and it sends waves of heat through my body. I realize I was holding my breath waiting for an answer. "All right" you say not moving for a minute, the way your eyes watched me was like having hands run down my body. I unlocked the front door and kicked off my other shoe. You closed the door and leaned against it.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked bending over to move my shoe.

You moved behind me then and said "No" I felt your hands, first on my hips. I stood slowly a moan escaping from my lips. It has been so long since anyone had touched me. I took a small step backward and felt the hard length of you pressing against me. I leaned into you and felt your arms wrap around me. I am letting a complete stranger touch me I thought but couldn't make myself move. I wanted you so much. "Are you sure?" Your voice cut through my thoughts.

"Yes," I say with only a brief hesitation. Still you just hold me letting me get used to the feel of you pressed against me. "Let's go into my room." I hear myself say. You follow me up the stairs. You walk over and touch the floor length mirror on the side of the bed adjusting its angle and then turn back to me. Your hand reaches for mine and you close the distance between us. We stand in front of the mirror looking at our reflections in the glass. I watch you. I watch your eyes as they move over me.

Then I see your hands slowly sweeping up my sides over my arms, barely brushing my neck. Your fingers pull at the comb holding my hair up. It falls over my shoulders and I watch as the strands slip through your fingers. Your hands wrap around my throat softly stroking downward. I shiver as you reach my shoulders and watch as your fingers undo each button of my blouse. You slide it over my shoulders and down my arms. It floats to the floor. your shirt follows it to the ground. I hear the metal teeth of my zipper sliding down. Your fingers caress my hips and my skirt slips to the floor. I stand in creamy white stockings held up by a lacy garter belt and tiny lace panties with matching lace camisole. My breasts swell out the top of the camisole and you trace them softly with one calloused finger.

You pull off your shoes and I watch your reflection as you undo your pants and pull them down until you stand naked behind me. You turn me sideways and your fingers fumble with the tiny buttons of my camisole popping them open one by one. My breasts spill out as you open the camisole and pull it off me. Your fingers hook into the elastic of my panties and pull them up slightly. They separate the cheeks of my ass and the bare lips of my pussy. You pull them down my thighs and they drop the rest of the way. You sit on the bed and pull me into your lap. We watch the mirror together.

Watch your fingers pinch my nipples making them even harder and darker. Making them swell from your touch. I begin to pant as your hands run from my knees to my inner thighs spreading my legs slowly. In the mirror our eyes meet and darken. I sit here spreading my thighs so that you can see the dark red patch of hair and the bare swollen lips below. Your fingers calloused and blunt move gently and softly touch each lip. Following the seam you caress me. I moan as you dip one finger lower wetting it with my juice. The tip of your finger rubs back and forth slowly. My hips buck against you wanting more. One of your hands travels to my waist and then higher kneading my tits with your fingers rolling first one nipple and then the other between your thumb and finger. I watch as your fingers push between my lips and deep into my pussy a tear rolls down my face from the need for you for this.

My body moves out of control rocking against your fingers. I grab your hand trying to force you to move faster and I cry out as I come on your fingers. while you watch me in the mirror I loose all control. I try to close my eyes but you wont have it. "Look at yourself" you whisper in my ear, still stroking between my thighs, "See how hot you look flushed and excited and oh so sweet." I open my eyes and watch your fingers moving inside me. I begin to gasp for air. You push me to my feet and lay me back on the bed. You face me and your cock is throbbing. I reach out to touch you, my fingers trail down your chest over your stomach winding into the hair, touching you everywhere but your cock. My long nails graze so close teasing you. You move closer kneeling between my legs. We glance over at the mirror at the same time looking at the reflection of our bodies. We watch as you lower yourself to kiss me. I feel the entire length of your body hot against mine.

My nipples rubbing against your chest your cock rubbing against me. Your lips on mine your tongue dipping between my lips, I suck on it and bite your lips while my back arches wanting to feel even more of you. My hips begin to rock slowly my breathing speeds. "So sweet" you rasp as you slip the head of your cock just inside me and then back out. The head glistens with my cream and you slide it back and forth over my clit and then push it back inside me just a little further this time. I sit up slightly to touch you I moan as my fingers slide over my clit to touch you, to run over your cock even as you move it in and out of me. you pull my hand away and pin it to the bed. you pull the pillows under me propping me up more It forces you farther inside me and I whimper "It feels so good."

You smile at me "Yes baby" you whisper as you pull out rubbing your cock up and down my slit back and forth teasing at the entrance to my ass before sliding back to my pussy and slowly sliding into me. Deeper this time rocking slowly leisurely in and back out torturing both of us. I feel your balls begin to slap against me, the sound excites me more and I turn to watch your reflection as you bury yourself deep inside me over and over again, your strong arms holding you just above me so my nipples scrape against you. You move quicker my thighs spread wider. I wrap one calf over yours, the skin slides smoothly. My hands run over your sides, your hips, my nails dig into your ass as you move faster and harder. Long strokes shake the bed. I begin to cum tightening around you, you groan "Oh yes baby now!" as you slam into me I wrap both legs around you and hold you deep inside me. I arch into you my body shaking as spasm after spasm rocks my body I scream as the force of our orgasm rocks us both. You pull me over to my side still buried deep inside me and hold me caressing my back and stroking my hair.

We lay in silence as you kiss my forehead cheeks, lips and neck. Our hearts pound together both gasping for breath. Tears of relief and emotion spill from my eyes because you have made me feel so good. We calm slowly in each others arms...Intimate Strangers.

Intimate Strangers



Inspired by sm…

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When I heard the key in the lock, I asked myself for the hundredth time how I came to this strange pass. Instead of doing the sensible thing like a normal suburban, middle-aged housewife, I sat, skittish and blindfolded in an upholstered chair situated in an obscure but well-appointed London hotel room. Did I mention that besides the blindfold, all I’m wearing is a corset, stockings and high heels? Oh, and I’ve never been to London before. I flew in for only one reason… and for only one night.

The corset arrived three weeks earlier by courier, custom-made to my measurements and it is a beautiful thing. Pale peach satin, the color is a perfect compliment to my unblemished ivory skin and chestnut hair. The corset squeezes my breasts upward with vicious efficiency, causing them to spill generously over the top. When I’m wearing it, those supple globes of flesh look like an invitation to plunder. The first time I laced myself in (no mean feat without help, I might add), the garment nearly cut me in half at the waist. I spent patient weeks, slowly lacing it tighter and tighter, until I managed to carve four inches off my normal 27" waistline. Two weeks in a corset managed to accomplish what two sweaty years in a gym couldn’t even hope for.

If the effect on my figure was stunning… the effect on my erogenous zones was equally impressive, and entirely unexpected. All that displaced flesh, blood and energy has to go somewhere.

But Stephen knows all about the clandestine joys of corsetry… Stephen, a man I’ve never seen but have been fucking over the telephone for the past nine months. He sent the corset and it was he who arranged for me to be in this hotel room. I bought only the plane ticket.

We’d met online in an adult chat room, and quickly discovered a shared appetite for the forbidden. He never wanted a true affair and neither did I, but over the months that followed our contact became more daring, darker, more experimental. Inadvertently, we stumbled into a connection… that kind of coupling two people make only by rare accident.

In answer to his repeated requests, I’d sent picture after picture, each more revealing than the last. He encouraged me to write out my fantasies, and to delve into certain secrets lurking in my past. With Stephen acting as the goad, I’d discovered a place in my psyche I never thought existed. He’s a pretty persuasive kind of guy. Over the months, I’ve given him virtually everything he’s asked for…

Stephen, on the other hand, sends nothing in return, especially information. But he does pay for every phone call, and I was at least smart enough to never give him my home phone number. We use my dedicated computer line when he wants to call. Otherwise, all contact is strictly up to him. Weeks can pass and I hear nothing, then we enjoy a frenzy of days where he calls or writes constantly and I spend hours in illicit orgasmic bliss.

I know sum zero about Stephen’s personal life--and honestly, I don’t want to discover more. He’s British; I’m American. He is happily married, so am I. I’m a little older than he is. Thousands of miles safely separate us. We exchange fantasies, not confidences. It’s as if we’ve created a private, dark chamber where each of us can explore the hidden sides of our sensuality. Things we would never share with our spouses or friends. Things to be shared only with an intimate stranger.

The hands-off sex we have is so intense, at times mind-blowing, I think we independently realized that one day, despite our original and best intentions, we were going to wind up fucking for real. Looking back, the outcome was as inevitable as sunrise.

At his initial, tentative suggestion that we meet, I balked. After all, I have no idea what he looks like, whether he is ugly as sin or repulsive in character. But he does have a very nice voice, seductive and deep. There is a tremulous quality to it when he’s about to cum which drives me wild. It’s so easy to imagine his need when I hear those husky tones detailing his passion into a red-hot telephone receiver… so addicting to listen to.

Although there is a certain amount of legitimate fear tied up in deciding to have sex with a stranger, somehow I trust Stephen. He is in this for the same reason I am… sex so gripping every dormant desire we secretly harbor explodes into dynamic, steamy life. It’s a way of living more intensely, where every sensation is sinfully delicious and every taboo is eagerly welcomed. Not at all like a marriage where every toe and fingertip has to land on exactly the legally approved spot, year after year after year.

So I agreed to fly to England. Stephen had a reasonable answer for my every objection. And why should I have to see him at all? Hence, the blindfold.

The corset was a whim… almost an afterthought. Or at least I’d thought so until I found myself seated in that comfortable chair, nearly naked, waiting for a man whose only intention was to fuck me senseless and then leave without ever showing his face.

Corsets are, without question, a bondage device. Wearing one purchased by a lover is an act of utter submission. An unspoken agreement is reached by accepting a corset as a gift, although I am not normally an easy woman to dominate. So the alacrity with which I submitted to Stephen’s plan was all the more shocking.

It would be impossible to describe the emotional turmoil that tangled through my common sense as I sat in the chair, waiting… I told myself I could still stop this, I could close my legs and leave.

And then I heard the key. There was no knock, no greeting. I knew it was Stephen, just as he knew I would be here, aroused and ready.

A new scent entered the room, a masculine aroma of soap and aftershave, something spicy and indefinably wild. This was happening… A block of air solidified in my lungs, and I couldn’t have moved if the building shook down around my feet. I heard the latch click as the door closed.

He was in the room with me. My every nerve went on high alert, tingling with anticipation. Bright, colorful spots of light danced throughout the black backdrop of my hooded eyes.

I could hear him breathing, a slow, steady sound. I could hear his footsteps bringing him closer to my chair. But he didn’t speak. He stopped briefly, just in front of me. I could feel his eyes appreciating the pretty picture I must have made… my erect nipples proudly on display over the satin edge of the corset, my legs slightly spread, my pubic hair neatly trimmed so that he was bound to see a glistening invitation in the lowered light. The sultry scent of sex hung in the air between us like a hint. The blindfold must have made me appear like a sacrifice on the altar of his pleasure, although I was not bound in any other way besides the ties of the corset and the power of my own desire.

Involuntarily, I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and my fingers gripped the arms of the chair harder. I heard him circle the chair, felt him staring. Then there was a long, low whistle followed by a brief chuckle.

I jumped when his finger lifted my chin, tilting my head up. My skin seemed to burn at the contact.

"You really are quite something, aren’t you?" he asked. "I knew it…"

It was the same voice burned into my memory… that husky, seductive promise of a voice. His finger slid up to my lower lip, rubbing back and forth across it with a light touch. It was a caress that encouraged my silence. This was his game.

He stepped back, that tempting finger fell away. I remained in the chair, uncertain what he wanted from me. I could hear him moving, a rustle of clothing as he undressed. Then I heard a clink of glass as he fixed himself a drink. He was taking his sweet time, savoring the moment… and I.

"Stand up," he finally said. "Turn slowly around."

I peeled my naked thighs out of the chair and stood. Leaving one hand on the back of the chair for balance, I turned.

"Lovely," he said. "Very nice. Now face me."

I felt almost dizzy. When was he going to touch me? I was on fire to be touched, to be stroked and pleasured. The corset was sending all available blood up to my nipples and down between my legs, and the sensation of engorgement was intense.

"I like these especially," he said, suddenly closer to me than before. I hadn’t heard him move.

The searing cold of ice touched my right nipple. I drew in a sharp breath as melting ice moved between my breasts and over to the left nipple, circling. The heat of his breath grazed across those icy buds, causing them to pucker even more. My back arched into the feeling, my head lolled back as I stood, swaying slightly on my feet.

"Oh, you are a hot little slut, aren’t you?" he whispered, his hand finally closing over my tit. "I’ll let you melt my ice anytime…"

He rolled my cold, wet nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then I felt his lips close over it, sucking hard.

I was in heaven. Bolts of sensation shot from my breasts to my groin and I could hear myself moan. But when I tried to run my hands through his hair to pull his mouth closer, he pulled away entirely.

Suddenly I was off my feet, lifted and carried to the bed. Unceremoniously, he dropped me on it. My hands cast around, trying to gain some sense of place on the bed. Was I at the head? Near the foot? In the middle? Before I could make any sort of determination, I felt the mattress rock under his weight.

Then his hands were on me, gripping my ankles and sliding me down before I could orient myself. His fingers tunneled through my wildly tumbled hair, locking my head into position. Next, I felt the unmistakable heat and musky aroma of his hard sex on my cheek as it prodded its way toward my mouth.

"Suck it," he ordered. "Suck me until I cum in your pretty, painted mouth."

I did as I was told, opening my lips for him to press inside, as deep as he could go on the first stroke. His taste was strongly male, kind of tangy and tart. His cock was large, not obscenely so, but thick and very hard. With my tongue I could feel the network of bulging veins that crisscrossed it. When he withdrew slightly, I ran my tongue up the ridge of his shaft and circled the bulbous head. Then he rammed his cock back down my throat, gagging me.

Stephen loves verbal communication during sex. All the while he heaped a litany of obscenities on me, his cultured English disintegrating into near gibberish. "God, yes! That’s it, you hot bitch, just like that! Good. Good. Oh, yeah! Suck me. Oh, god, yeah, you sweet fucking, fucking slut!" And there it was… that sexy, beguiling little tremor shivering his voice. It made me so damned eager to taste his cum…

His hips thrust faster and faster, burying his cock to the hilt in my throat. I heard his groans grow deeper, louder. His fingers twisted painfully in my hair as he edged toward his first, frantic orgasm.

He gave a loud cry and I felt his cock begin to throb against my cheeks and tongue. A gush of semen flooded down my throat, followed by another and another as he emptied his seed. His hands gripped harder for an instant, so hard it brought tears to my eyes, and then with a long groan, he released me. I licked his cock clean as he slowly slipped it from my mouth. When I reached the head, he twitched it out of range with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, that’s enough, I think," he laughed. "You’ve done your damage, now I need a moment to recover."

"What about me?" I asked slyly, speaking for the first time that night.

There was another soft laugh. "Tonight is about what I want," he reminded me. "And I want a lot, so get ready, you greedy little tart. Believe me, love, you’ll have more pleasure than you can handle."

He muttered something else indistinct but I didn’t catch it. I felt his weight lever off the bed, heard the clink of ice again. An instant later I felt the cold rim of the glass touch my lips.

"Drink," he ordered flatly.

"But I don’t—" With that, Stephen poured about a quarter cup of Scotch down my throat. I sputtered as the liquor burned a fiery path down to my gullet. "I don’t drink hard liquor," I gasped, wiping the back of one hand across my mouth.

"You do tonight," he responded.

The glass touched my lips again. Obediently, I took another sip. This time he took it easier on me, and didn’t force quite so much of the stuff on me.

"Your cum tastes better…" I taunted after I’d swallowed.

"Great," he answered good-naturedly. "I’ll take that as a compliment. This single malt costs around seventy-five pounds sterling a bottle."

His hand pushed against my shoulder. "Lie back," he said in a softer voice.

I felt around to make sure I wasn’t about to roll right off the bed and disgrace myself, and then did as he requested. A pillow caught under my back, and the effect of it caused my breasts to thrust upward as if begging for attention.

"That’s nice… stay like that… beautiful. Bend your knees." His murmured commands filled me with lust. "Spread your legs slightly. Drape your arms above your head."

It was a decadent pose, nasty and wanton. I loved it. I knew how I appeared to him, but I wondered what particular part of me had captured his attention?

I felt, rather than saw the flash. He was taking pictures! I hadn’t agreed to pictures!

"Stephen!" I started to object, rising to one elbow.

"Don’t move!" he barked, and then in a lower voice, he added, "I like you this way." He reposed me and snapped another picture.

After a moment, I relaxed. After all, I’d sent him countless pictures… why shouldn’t he expect to take a few of his own? And I found I liked posing for him. Only I was sure he would make me beg as desperately as I’d once made him do, before he’d let me see these photos.

After a minute or two, I heard him put the camera on the bedside table.

"Now… I want you to touch yourself… make yourself cum for me."

This was more like it. With a smile, I spread my legs a little wider and raked my fingernails slowly up my thighs. No need to wonder what he was looking at now… I knew absolutely. And I intended to make certain that what he saw next would stay with him for life. I might never see Stephen again, might never see him at all for that matter, but I was going to make damn sure he remembered me.

Gently, with feather-light touches I eased open my pussy lips. My fingers encountered a smear of creamy juice, and there was lots more waiting further below. I could imagine the nectar glistening off the sparse black fringe of pubic curls surrounding my slit. And rearing up proudly through the plump lips stood my engorged clitoris, eager to have Stephen’s eyes feasting on it.

With the tip of my middle finger I circled the fat bud, prodding it this way and that, then abandoning it entirely to slide my finger down my tingling labia and into my hot entrance. I nudged a second finger inside to join the first, and then humped my hips a little, lightly fucking my fingers. Then I withdrew them, wet and slippery, and encircled my clit again, pinching it between two fingers.

I allowed my other hand to wander up my stomach toward my waiting nipples, tugging on them, plucking, and then squeezing my entire breast until a nipple popped out between my fingers.

It didn’t take long. I was ready to cum. The hand in my snatch moved faster, my breath got choppy and harsh. Wet, syrupy sounds echoed off the walls as my fingers did their nasty work. A pressure inside me began to build unbearably. My stomach muscles began to clench and my clit began to tighten and twitch. I felt him watching me. Tighter… tighter… Everything came loose in a flood.

The moment tremors began to overtake me Stephen’s cooler hands touched the insides of my thighs, spreading them even wider. The contrast of his cold caress to my hot skin was shocking, even more so when I felt him ram something thick and even colder than his fingers inside of me.

"Fuck this, baby," he urged, working the vibrating dildo into me.

I exploded with a scream of pleasure, thrusting my pussy onto the dildo, each motion searching for that special spot that so intensifies a woman’s orgasm. I could feel the side of Stephen’s hand slap against my wet clit as I fucked the dildo, cumming like crazy. I passed out to the slurpy sounds the dildo made as Stephen took over and fucked me with it until everything went black.

It was probably only a few seconds until I recovered, but by that time Stephen had already picked up the camera and snapped a few more pictures. My legs spread as wide as they would go, I could feel the dildo still buried obscenely inside of me. I gave a slight groan and began to stir, rolling onto my side.

"Stephen?" I moaned, turning his name into a guttural sigh and rising up on one elbow.

Standing beside the bed, he drew a deep breath; his hand caressed my bare hip. "God, you’re hot… a true succubus. Lush… tempting, beautiful. I think you’re the most wicked, delicious creature it has ever been my great good fortune to enjoy." He took another deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose before going on.

"It’s a good thing we’re married to other people, because we’d be deadly dangerous to each other. You know that, don’t you? It’s even a better thing that you live an ocean away. I’d never be able to keep my hands off you otherwise."

Wicked? Me? What about him? And Stephen was absolutely dangerous. I’d known that for months. He opened all those forbidden doors… and here I had sprinted right through to the other side as quickly as a parched desert traveler on the edge of an oasis.

I felt him join me again on the bed. He pulled me back against his lap, my head rested sideways across his thighs. I could smell how ready he was to take me, could detect my own essence perfuming his skin.

"I’ve never done that before," I muttered hoarsely. "Passed out, I mean. Must be the effects of all that pricey single malt."

Stephen laughed. "Then, please, have more because I am so far from through with you." He tilted the glass to my lips.

Since I was semi-reclining some of the fiery liquid spilled down out the corner of my mouth. Stephen bent closer and licked it off, savoring the taste of the Scotch on my skin, and then he kissed me.

He took his time at it. Stephen is a damn good kisser. He kind of rubbed his lips over my own, lightly, and then with increasing pressure. I acquiesced easily when he urged them apart with the tip of his tongue. Then he delved inside, tasting me, tangling his tongue with my own, his body moving over mine and pressing me into the mattress with the sensual weight of his strong physique. He cupped my face, pulling me deeper into the embrace. I wrapped my arms around him, reveling in the feel of his naked skin against my own. One of his thighs nudged my knees apart, and he drew it up hard against my crotch.

I let out a sharp, involuntary sound, something between a groan and a yelp.

He broke off the kiss with a short chuckle. "Whoops," he said, drawing his hand between my legs and sliding the dildo out of me. The tool left my body with a slight sucking sound. I heard it hit a piece of furniture, the table, I think, when he threw it aside. "Sorry," he finished, as he resumed tantalizing my eager mouth with those wonderful kisses.

His middle fingers replaced the dildo; he used his thumb to massage my throbbing clit while he pumped his fingers in and out.

Against my lips he whispered, "I am going to fuck you so long and so hard… I’ve been dreaming of this for months… I can’t wait any longer. Now I get to fuck you all goddamned night… fuck you raw…"




Intimate Strangers



Still kissing me, he moved between my legs, spreading them wider to receive his strength. He grasped his meat with one hand and rubbed it up and down my pussy, smearing me with his precum. Groaning into my mouth, he eased inside, going slow because he had to. I could feel him stretching me open as he slowly worked that stiff, thick cock in to the hilt, until his pubic hair was scraping over my clit. God…! I could almost feel him in my throat, he went so deep.

After giving me a moment to adjust to the intrusion, he began to move, gently, back and forth, not even thrusting really, just sliding and redistributing juices to make it easier on us both.

When I began to answer his movements with my own, my tiny sighs and moans escaping on every breath, he started seriously thrusting. Soon, a light froth began to gather at the base of his dick. I could feel it cooling on my inner thighs as traces of it rubbed off on my skin. Using the same hand he’d pleasured me with minutes earlier, he slathered that creamy stuff all over my genital area. From front to back. It felt so good; I didn’t question the action.

I should have known what he intended to do next… he’d shared his preferences often enough. Besides, he’s British. Englishmen seem to like things a bit nastier than the average American male.

Without warning he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. Wedging my thighs apart, he jammed the pillow under my hips, lifting my ass. One of his hands wrapped around the laces of my corset, jerking me back with a firm grip. Then he reentered me, fucking me harder and faster than before, without finesse, using the laces to propel my pussy onto his prick. Just when I’d recovered the rhythm, I felt his fingers probing my anus.

"No! Wait—" I started, but it was too late. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and thrust two fingers into my nether hole. With that searing invasion, I finally understood what he meant to do.

I have never, ever been violated this way. And he knew it. It hurt--a lot. But all my tearful objections earned me nothing. Stephen continued to fuck me hard, withdrawing his fingers slightly when he slammed his cock into my pussy, then reversing the action by pulling his cock almost all the way out while he thrust his fingers deep into my asshole. All the while he maintained control of me through the corset laces, pumping my body back and forth, onto and off of the prod of his choosing. It was weird to have something feel so good and so bad at the same time.

"Stephen!" I cried. "I can’t—"

"You can and you will," he muttered hoarsely. "This is just a warm up… you’re taking my cock in there next."

There was nothing I could do to stop him. His weight pinned me to the mattress, the pillow and the corset laces offered me up to his every whim, but just to be sure, he manacled my wrists together with his fist, pulling my arms behind my back without regard for what it was doing to my shoulder blades. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, and withdrew his cock from my pussy.

"Tell me you want it," he breathed harshly in my ear, swiping his wet fingers under my nose. "Beg me to give it to you in the arse."

I could feel him rubbing his dick across the baby-smooth cheeks of my ass as he bent over me, then he slapped me with it hard enough to sting. Was he offering a way out?

"No," I blurted. "I won’t."

"Yes you will, you fucking bitch," he insisted, his clever fingers finding my clit, working it until I moaned. "What a convenient memory you have. Once you told me how curious you were to let a hard cock in your backdoor. I didn’t forget those words, and you really shouldn’t have either." He stuck his cock inside my cunt again and pumped a few times. Then he withdrew just when I was deciding I liked it.

"Oh, please don’t stop," I moaned. "Fuck me… please!"

"Tell me you want me to fuck your arse," he insisted while his fingers toyed with my clit.

"Never," I groaned, shuddering, arching backward against those wonderful, wonderful fingers.

"Fine then," he said. And he abandoned me. Just like that. He got up off me and off the bed. I heard him flop down into the chair at the end of the bed and the slight gurgle from the bottle as he poured more Scotch into his glass.

I lay there breathing heavily. I wasn’t ready to stop… I wanted him to fuck me all night, just like he’d promised so many times. I started squirming to get up.

"Stay there!" he ordered. "I didn’t say you could move!"

"But at least let me change into a decent position!" I wailed, knowing full well how slutty I looked in this one.

"I want you indecent, because you’re a whore. You’re my whore for the entire night. That’s not a hell of a lot of time, so stay as you are."

I heard him pick up the telephone and order a platter of canapés. He couldn’t mean to… Oh God! I thought. He wouldn’t…

"Stephen… you have to let me up." It was a testament to the power he wielded over me that I had to ask.

"Just as soon as I hear the magic words, love. And be convincing."

"I can’t! I’ve never done anything like that before."

"That’s rather the point, isn’t it?" he said snidely. "I want you to offer me the one thing about you that is in the least bit virginal… an important bit of your physical history that can only belong to me. That way, when we leave this room, I can rest comfortable in the knowledge some integral memory of yours will remain forever locked with mine. I want to be the first man, the only man to fuck you there. But you have to ask, or…"

"Or?" I asked in a shaky voice.

There was a profound moment of silence. "Or I’ll let the room service waiter fuck you."

Whoa! Things were progressing way beyond what I’d said I’d accept. Our rules were very clear. No pain, nothing we didn’t both agree to… and I didn’t agree to this.

By some evil miracle, a knock sounded at the door. Room service… already? Had he arranged this? He must have…

"Well," he asked in a perfectly reasonable voice, "who’s it to be then? Me or the waiter?"

I had only seconds to decide. "Okay," I finally agreed.

"Okay?" he echoed, sounding snider than ever. The knock sounded a second time.

I knew what he wanted me to say. And I knew he wouldn’t mind so much if I didn’t say it. Either way, he’d enjoy the view. I had no other choice. The waiter could be anyone, have any sort of disease…

His tone grew exasperated. "I’m giving you approximately two more seconds to give me a proper answer. One—"

"Stephen," I asked in a small voice, struggling with words that were lost to me. "Please fuck me… back there. I really want it bad. Please?"

He took a very deep breath and exhaled slowly. There was another rap at the door. "Stay put. Don’t move."

I heard him walk across the room. Surely he didn’t mean to…

To my horror, he opened the door. I heard the room service guy start to say something polite, then stop suddenly as I’m sure he noticed me for the first time. Inside, I was screaming, but I didn’t dare utter a breath. Stephen signed for the food. The waiter thanked him in a bemused voice for the tip, set the tray down on a table with a clatter and then the door thankfully closed as Stephen shooed the man out. The episode had taken all of two minutes… two of the most humiliating minutes of my life. My entire body felt flush with a thrill of shame. I could not have been more grateful for the blindfold…

And Stephen… I could almost hear him smirking.

It wasn’t fair. We both knew I could have covered myself at any time with the bedspread. I had chosen not to… But I knew Stephen could have given me to the waiter, and for whatever reason he had decided against it. So perhaps we were even.

"Which would you prefer," he casually asked. "Smoked salmon or caviar?"

"Salmon," I muttered, not hungry at all. Not for food.

"I thought you’d say salmon… it tastes like quim." For that matter, so does caviar, but I wasn’t about to spend the evening looking for impertinent facts to point out. Stephen had enough ideas already.

He took a slice of the cold salmon and smeared it across my dripping snatch. "Open up," he ordered, crawling up to my face.

Without complaint, I opened my mouth to receive the salmon. It was actually pretty tasty. It tasted even better when he wrapped a slice around his cock and told me to nibble it off. But the food offered only a brief respite. And because of the tight corset, I couldn’t eat much anyway.

He placed me back in position and said softly, "Okay… ask me again…"

I knew what he meant. I felt his cockhead sliding up and down my slippery pussy lips as he knelt between my legs.

"Stephen," I breathed in the barest voice, "…please fuck my ass… put your cock where no one ever has before. I want it… I want only you there… Give it to me, Stephen. I can take it…"

He groaned, immediately pressed that fat dick against my tight puckered star and pushed. My fingers fisted in the sheets, and I buried a low cry of distress in the pillow. The pain was pure, exquisite agony. I remember thinking that this must hurt him too, because I am very tight. But he was relentless, and with an audible pop, he managed to work the head of his uncircumcised penis into my virgin opening. After that, it got easier as he pushed the rest of the way in.

"Goddamn…" I heard him mutter.

He stopped for a moment to recover his breath and to seat his cock at a better angle. Then he began to thrust, his hands digging into my hips for support, forcing me on and off his shaft.

Soon he was stroking full-length, really pumping. Moans and grunts, punctuated by the occasional curse escaped his lips, the sounds of his labor growing in frequency and duration until all that I heard out of him was one long, continuous cry emitted through clenched teeth. I could feel sweat from his face dripping onto my ass, the salt stinging my violated tissues.

It wasn’t horrible, but there was no chance I was going to glean an orgasm from this…

Or so I thought. At some unknown point he’d recovered the dildo, and when he started to work it in my pussy while he fucked my ass, everything changed.

"Cum with me," he growled. "Cum now…" He flicked on the vibrator and rammed it into my aching, empty cunt.

In that moment the pain became an enormous pleasure… a whole new host of delights taking hold as he rutted with me. This was fabulous! Pleasure washed through my body and began to drown my soul. I wondered if it was possible to perish from sheer ecstasy. Reality splintered.

I heard his moans increase in volume and power… or were they my own? There was no way to be sure, and I didn’t care. I started to really fuck him, begging him to fuck me harder, thrusting myself up at his bone-hard penis to accept more of it, reveling in the power of the dildo plowing into my wet cunt while a hot cock divided my bowels. Filled to overflowing… my every nerve ending buzzing like live wires. Oh… oh…

Then, Stephen bent down and seized the back of my neck in his teeth--hard--hard enough to slam me into full orgasm. He abandoned the vibrator, left it quivering inside my pussy as he hunched over to secure a firm hold on my tits and pound into me with even greater force. I cried out violently, shrieking as wave after wave of delirious pleasure swept through me on an endless series of contractions. Deep in my bowels I could feel Stephen’s hot spunk spray into me, drenching my insides and squirting out to drip off my pussy and run down my thighs. All the while he was snarling like a wolf claiming a bitch in heat, his hands gripping my breasts so hard he left bruises, neat little rows of them, five on each breast. And purple bite marks on my neck…

Visual reminders that stayed with me for days and days after…

It’s probably a good thing he only got me to London for one night. Not sure I could have survived a second without permanent scars. As it was, I had a devil of a time hiding what was already there once I got home. He left several more bruises on me that night… a huge hickey on my inner thigh, not to mention the fact my nipples were practically raw from him chewing on them. My poor, abused body was sore for weeks. But I loved ever second of the torment.

True to his word, he kept me until morning… until I had to get up and dress for my return flight. He even fucked me one last time standing up, against the bathroom door until his cum ran down my quivering legs. But never once did he allow me to remove the blindfold. And when he left, he didn’t say goodbye, leaving the same way he entered… quietly.

I caressed each love mark and bruise every hour in the restroom on the plane home… not caring about the line of passengers waiting for a moment’s privacy and relief from the crowded, transatlantic jet. I had to get up often… it was uncomfortable to sit still for too long. Long flights can be like that… but the Gatwick/Houston flight remains the only time during a lifetime of travel that I’ve endured ten hours on a plane with a smile on my face.

It’s unlikely I will ever meet Stephen again… and I never did find out what he looks like. He still calls, still writes… but he’s there and I’m here. We don’t make plans. He’s dead right about the necessary distance we need to maintain from one another. Six thousand miles provides barely enough elbow room to prevent either of us from ruining everything…

But when I’m feeling especially horny, like now, I still harken back to that time I spent sitting half-naked in a chair, waiting to hear the sound of a stranger’s key in the lock, waiting for the best sex of my entire life.

And Stephen… if you’re reading this… thank you soooooo much for being my very own intimate stranger. Call me…



Intimate Strangers



There was a period of life when my primary love interest lived over two thousand miles away. We lived apart other than just geographically. He lived alone and answered to no one. He lived only by the rules he himself made. He was an intellect with a highly scientific mind. He loved women and they loved him. He had a passion for all things beautiful. He lived life as though the world was his own personal playground; and, that no one, nor anything, existed unless he willed it to do so. He had many lovers and even more friends.

I, on the other hand had married very young. This is a tradition for Southern daughters, facilitating the myth that "Prince Charming" would provide for all your needs. Children soon followed. The great American phenomena, DIVORCE., catapulted me as solely responsible for the young souls left in my care. My life as a single parent became a lesson in daily survival. The result was an exhaustion level that left little room to just enjoy being alive.

Andrew came into my life like a whirlwind bringing with him a breath of fresh air. He taught me laughter, to escape from routine. Each visit was one of utter indulgence into the pleasures of life. With him I willing explored any introduction to sensual vices. He was such a good teacher!

One evening he called to chat and to tell me about a party he would be attending with a friend that night. It was two years later on the occasion of a visit by me to his turf that he once again mentioned this party. 

If you've ever been fly fishing, then you know how it is to throw out the line with a flashy lure attached and then reel it in quickly, then repeating the process until you reel in a fish. This lure definitely had my attention:

"There's a party tonight. I thought we might go if you'd like. I suggest you shop today for something suitable to wear."

He was about to go out the door when I stopped him. "What kind of party?"

"An adult party." he answered, "where should you choose so, any fantasy within your conceivable imagination can be a reality for the evening. I should be home about six."

He winked at me before turning to walk out the door.

Quite frankly, when I found myself sitting alone in his apartment I felt momentary panic. My gut check told me that this would be an evening unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. At the same time, I was eager to bite that lure to satisfy my curiosity. What planned "vice" would be on tonight's entertainment agenda?

I did swallow that lure. So, I did what he told me to do. I went shopping.

As promised he arrived back at precisely six o'clock. On his arm was Simone, his special someone. They both greeted me warmly with big smiles and hugs. I was dressed and ready.

The three of us drove into the hillside that was decorated with beautiful homes. As we approached the lights that illuminated from within these private domains reminded me of flickering candles. It was warm and inviting. Our destination was a home built in an area where economic comfort levels were evident; the home was three stories, plus a basement.

Andrew helped each of us from the car as we ascended the pathway to the front door. We were greeted by a woman in here mid-thirties who had a head full of flaming red curls that cascaded down her back to the middle of her shoulder blades. She was dressed quite conservatively in a pair of beige colored linen slacks and a dark green silk blouse. She seemed so elegant, so normal.

So far, so good, I thought to myself. Secretly wild fantasies had played through mind all day as to what the environment and the participants of the party would be like. This initial introduction was greatly reassuring that it would not be a den of inequity.

After we each paid an attendance fee, which was minimal and intended to cover the expenses, we were ushered into the living room. There a group of about thirty rather handsome adults were engaged in animated conversation. A table was laid out with a variety of California wines, cheese boards, fruit, and nuts. The fireplace emitted a warm glow that lit the faces of those seeking its comfort.

Andrew made his way over to the refreshments and returned with a glass of white wine for each of us. "Establishing one's comfort zones can be easily accomplished. I suggest a tour of the premises." With those simple words he took my hand and led me to a stairway that descended down to the basement.

The entire area was of rich redwood, floors, walls, and ceiling. An enormous hot tub filled the center of the floor. Off to the side was a cubicle that was in reality a sauna. There was only one occupant besides Andrew and I. One lone man! A naked black man! He stepped out of the tub, nodded in greeting, and smiled briefly before reaching for one of the many thick white towels available.

My eyes did not leave his body as my mind's eye recorded every ripple of his muscles. The water glistened against his dark skin. My attention was drawn towards his genitals as I felt myself shyly seeking to peek at them. The contrast of the elongated dark penal shaft to the soft pink color of the tip fascinated me.

My origins dictated a time and place that made it impossible for me to associate with a man of color. I found it ironic that my first introduction would be one of such an exposing nature.

"Satisfied?" Andrew whispered in my ear.

Our next destination was up two flights of stairs. We were directly above the family's living quarters. There were several rooms to investigate on this level.

The first visual was a dormitory style room with row after row of cot style bedding. As we entered the room my eyes were riveted to two sets of feet, one set white and one set black. The couple was engaged in a heated phase of lovemaking. I stood rooted to the floor unable to enter further into the room without feeling like and intruder. Andrew wanted to continue to watch but understood my feelings.

The second room was softly lit and very romantic. All that was there were two sets of double sized bunk beds. They were draped in a sheer flowing cloth that created the illusion of privacy. As yet there were no human inhabitants to disturb the serenity. The night was young.

As we approached the next room I could hear voices. The door was closed. Andrew turned the handle and opened it. "This is the play room," he explained, "one can choose to participate or one may opt to just watch."

His words were no preparation for the scene before me. Reacting with a startled motion. I began to back out of the room. My senses were in overload. I tried to tell myself that it was enough to defy the sensibilities of any novice to the swing environment. 

"Trust me, "Andrew's voice soothed. "Take my hand. We will find a quite corner until you adjust."

Gathering my courage, I squeezed his fingers tightly and answered. "Lead on teacher!"

The room had mirrors on all sides and ceiling. The floor was a thick mattress, one abutting the other with no break between them. Otherwise there was no furniture. This seemed to be the most populated room in the house.

"This is a group room," Andrew explained. "Should someone approach you that you are not interested in just shake your head no. No one's feelings will be hurt. After-all, this is all about pleasure." With a reassuring arm around my waist he pulled be back to a curled position to view the proceedings.

Only three feet in front of me were two beautiful women in an embrace. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouths as their hands delicately traced their bodies. One who had small well-manicured hands slipped her fingers between the others legs. The woman made a joyful cry as the connection was made. Two fingers ministered to the stretching vaginal walls while her thumb massaged the clitoris; her mouth sought the other's nipple as she suckled feverishly. 

It was only then that I realized that it was Simone who was the object of the other's desire. Her lover manipulated her breasts, rubbing the buds until they stood erect with excitement. They shifted positions and the one I referred to as the giver of pleasure placed her mouth upon Simone's vaginal opening. The second woman was the red haired beauty that had greeted us at the door. Hypnotized by such eroticism enacted with such abandonment, my hand sought Andrew's crotch.

Andrew watched with intent pleasure. It was as though he shared his lover's pleasure by merely being there close at hand. Her eyes met his and smiled a secret intimate message meant only for him. 

My eyes traveled to a couple, one man and one woman, who sat facing each other mutually masturbating. They encouraged the other with phrases of appreciation of what they witnessed the other experience. Her genitals spread wide as her fingers flickered over the labia. She dipped one finger deep inside and then withdrew the digit and put it into her mouth. She sucked it as though it were an erect penis she sought to drain. Her other hand was busily rubbing her clit. He reacted with such excitement that his penis began to pulsate as he reached his own orgasm. 

Another group of four was engaged in a "daisy chain " of oral sex. Their images could be seen from any vantage point. The reflecting mirrors seemed to multiply their numbers.

Instinctively, my attention was drawn back to the two passionate women directly in front of me. I watched her lovely face of an orgasm washed though her body. Waves of pleasure consumed her as the giver continued to gently suck and bathe her clitoris with sweet kisses.

My own juices began to flow as I witnessed this exchange. Andrew smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips. "This definitely calls for another glass of wine! Shall we?"

I chose one end of the couch that faced the fireplace to sip my wine. I needed time to assimilate the images of the evening. In retrospect, it all had a surreal affect on my ability to think clearly. My sub-conscious kept drifting to the images of the two women; my own body ached with desire. These thoughts frightened me. For was I not heterosexual? These thoughts were alien, a taboo I'd never allowed myself to think about before. Better to quiet these thoughts for now.

So, forcing my conscious mind to take charge, I assumed the role of passive observer and listener. The conversations in this room were of politics, the environment, space, the economy; it seemed so normal! An occasional lilt of female laughter filtered through the conversational hum. It was about this time that I realized that Simone and Andrew were drifting out the door together.

Panic gripped my stomach into a knot! Alone in a room full of strangers! No! Try to remain calm I told my self. You are a grown-up! Act like one!

Nervous energy propelled me upward. Trying to project composure, I made my way to the fireplace and rested my elbow upon the mantel. The flames mocked me as they danced upward through the chimney. I began to sense that I was no longer standing alone. When I looked about there was no one there.

Across the room, a handsome Hispanic man was staring at me. He seemed to be studying me as though he found me amusing for he was definitely smiling. He started to walk towards me, my fingers dug into the mantel to support me and prevent me from bolting from the room. For courage I gulped the last of the wine.

"Look's like you are in need of another." he said laughingly. "Let me get it for you."

No protest passed my lips. My eyes followed his from across the room. In the short time it took to fill his glass and mine, a woman who obviously knew him walked up and put her arms around him in an affectionate hug. He responded warmly before pointing in my direction and walking away.

He handed me the glass and stood there as though waiting for me to speak. My hand trembled and some of the wine splashed on his shirt. Unfazed, he leaned in closer. In a hushed voice meant only for my ears he asked, "You're new here, aren't you."

Swallowing hard I tried to find my voice but could only nod in affirmation.

"My name is Rafael. What's yours?"

"Diana."

"Do I detect an accent?"

The irony of this man with such a melodic Spanish diction should question my slight drawl struck me funny. I began to laugh with delight.

"That's good. Now you're starting to relax." His eyes were dark brown and sparkled in the light. "I've never seen you here before and I come often." 

"Pardon me?" It was then that it dawned on me that not only were these parties a regular occurrence, but that the participants were regulars too!

As though reading my thoughts he said, "Yep, you're right. Most of these people know each other. We all share a mutual fascination with the pursuit of sexual pleasures and other flights of fantasy."

Truly the romantic Latin lover of any woman's dreams, he reached out and stroked my hair. Two very small yellow fresh flowers pulled the left side of my hair back. He nuzzled my neck saying, "you smell wonderful!" Goose bumps erupted all over my skin; a clear sign that I was responding to this strange man.

My dress was a sheer two-toned pastel blue with long sleeves and collar. Tiny pearl blue buttons began just above my breasts and followed to the hem. Beneath the dress was a delicate yellow camisole with spaghetti straps, no bra. The camisole had a semblance of Victorian style.

His fingers traced the outline of my dress. An electric charge ran through my body from head to toe. "Tell me lovely lady, what brings you here tonight?"

Feeling a giddy hysteria approach, I could think of no intelligent response.

At that moment, into the room walked Andrew and Simone. She was dressed in a "French Maid's" uniform that consisted of black bikini panties with a g-string up the backside. Just the briefest patch of lace that signified the apron covered the pubic hair; and she wore lace cuffs at her wrists and a dainty white lace collar with black string tie. Her breasts were covered in black sequined pasties that twirled as she walked. Andrew wore a black bow tie and a smile. They promenaded across the room and exited in the other side.

The comic relief was a perfectly timed coincidence that relaxed me instantly. Only he would be outrageous enough to walk through a room of fully clothed people in such attire. Laughing, I answered. "I came with them to see what the locals do on a Saturday night!"

With all tension barriers removed, I was able to see clearly how sensuously handsome this man who stood beside me really was. Eye contact was made, chemistry ignited, a mental connection made. Through the natural course of events physical intimacy would follow. We both knew it. But, we were savoring the moment and enjoying the escalating sexual tension as it rose between us.

At some point he took my hand in his and led me out of the room. We went up the stairs and into the room with the four beds. We were alone as he leaned forward to kiss me gently for the first time. "Would you be comfortable if I asked you to take off your dress?" Already his long fingers had begun to unbutton my dress. "I don't want to frighten you, so tell me if I go too fast" was whispered as he reached for the hem of the dress and lifted it over my head. He stroked my cheek and said words in Spanish that I could not comprehend. They evoked an international response from me as my lips parted his. His tongue touched mine and caressed it; his fingers brushed my shoulders and the back of my neck. We kissed in an exploring movement with tongues touching lips, the soft inner lining of the lips, the teeth, and the roof of the mouth, ear lobes.

We chose one of the lower bunks and sat down. His fingertips lightly trailed my throat. He reached around and massaged and kneaded my neck and shoulders. Such a patient lover he was! Here was a man who took the time to stimulate a woman's desire to the edge of combustion. 

He leaned back on his elbow and pulled me towards him. I have no memory of how my clothes were removed. But we were lying there threadbare beside each other.

"Until I saw you, I was going to leave tonight." This man had such style! A master of sensual seduction! All that was part of my awareness was his lips and his hands. His wonderful hands! 

He cupped my breast and captured the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With varying degrees of pressure he squeezed, pulled and pleased me. My nipples were tingling, hard and ripe for more. The scientific law of cause and effect was proved and my clitoris throbbed from the breast's pleasure. He had not yet touched me there.

He was erect, thick and hard as my hand encompassed him and pulled him towards me. Placing just the tip of his penis at my vaginal lips, he rocked delicately. The bulbous head of his penis rubbed my lips, vaginal opening and clitoris. When we were both wet and slippery he slipped inside me. My arms clung to him and held him still, his shaft embedded into my womb.

Fireworks went off in my head! Orgasm followed orgasm as my vaginal walls pulsed around his shaft! Lustful desire ruled my thinking!

Brushing away my hair he licked my ear with his tongue and whispered, "Tell me, my Lady, what fantasy do you have? Let me share it with you tonight!"

Excitement surged through my brain as I searched for a selection.

"One is happening right now," I confessed. "Sex with a stranger has been a long time recurring dream. I'm curious what sex with two strangers would be like."

"That can be arranged!" Withdrawing from within me he kissed my navel and patted my bottom. "Stay put. I'll be right back."

He returned with a short stocky man.. Around his neck he wore a gold chain and horn. His chest was covered in thick black curls. He smiled, winked and said "Hi! I'm Al. Will I do?"

Without waiting for an answer they both joined me on the mattress. One kissed my mouth while the other sucked my breast. One nibbled my ear while the other masturbated my clitoris. It was a constant motion and change in senses as to who was where and who was doing what. It was easier to just concentrate on they feeling and not dwell on who produced it.

Rafael penetrated me with methodical thrusts. Al played with my hair and dialogued about all the things he planned on doing to my body. 

On cue they flipped my body over. I was on my knees with my face in Al's crotch, his penis at my lips, and my derriere was to Rafael. He mounted me slowly, his hands holding my hips and guiding me to his tempo.

The smiling Italian guided his penis into my mouth. I accepted it eagerly. My tongue worked the same magic and rhythms to his organ that pleasured my clinging vagina from behind. Caught in the essence of bliss within seconds of each other, we all felt the hot flush of relief. Satiated we collapsed in a heap with my body nestled comfortably between them.

Sounds of approving laughter and what I thought applause came from the bed opposite and above us. There with their heads hanging over the edge were Andrew and Simone. Unbeknownst to me, they had been our silent audience. As I sunk back into the mattress I heard him say: "Well done, Diana! Well done!"



Intimate Strangers



Smiling as he stepped out of the lift, John walked briskly through the hotel's front lobby and made his way to the bar. As he stepped through the doorway into the bar he spotted her, sitting at a table in the corner. As John walked towards her table she spotted him and raised her hand as he noticed a flash of recognition cross her face. As he bridged the distance between them, she gave him a slightly nervous smile.

As she'd sat in the bar waiting for John, Emma had found it hard to believe that she was actually doing this. She'd hesitated about coming here for almost a month, changing her mind several times every day since she'd first agreed to this meeting. Even during the taxi journey from her place to the hotel where John was staying she had began composing a last minute text apologising that she wasn't going to be able to make it. The taxi had pulled into the hotel car park before Emma had had time to finish and send her message and she had found herself sitting anxiously in the bar waiting for John to arrive.

When she'd spotted him walking through the door, Emma's heart had missed a beat. At least the photographs he had sent her had been accurate, she thought to herself. He was taller than she'd expected although he had told her that he was 5'10". He was well dressed, but she'd expected that, quite strongly built and, most importantly of all, quite good looking. She wouldn't have agreed to this meeting in the first place if he hadn't been Emma reflected to herself as she stood to greet him, wondering if his first impressions of her were as favourable as hers were of him.

As Emma stood up, John's smile broadened. He found the nervous smile that she awarded him strangely endearing. She was exactly as she'd described herself, about 5'4" with medium length, dark brown hair hair that framed an attractive face to which a minimum of make-up had been applied. The long dress that she had chosen to wear, whilst neither particularly tight or overly revealing, suggested a figure that was toned and yet generously curved at the same time. His smile of greeting turned to one of appreciation as he neared her table.

Emma's heart pounded. As John closed the gap between them, she felt her nervousness abate and decided she was content to wait and see where this evening took her.

They had 'met' online in a chatroom and had quickly struck up a conversation that had been open, frank and ultimately intimate. As their 'relationship' had developed they had exchanged e-mail addresses, photographs and finally mobile phone numbers. Since they both had partners in the 'real' world, neither of them had expected anything serious to happen and both had been happy to enjoy pursuing what they called their electronic affair to the full. Content to flirt outrageously online and send each other messages, by text or e-mail, that were occasionally highly suggestive, neither of them had ever anticipated, living as they did at opposite ends of the country, that they would ever experience anything more than the harmless fun they enjoyed together.

It had been John who had suggested they should meet the next time he was in London. It had been asked jokingly more than with any serious intent. They both knew of the others' commitments and John had fully expected Emma's reply telling him that she'd 'have to think about it'. He had been pleasantly surprised when, a few days later, she had contacted him to tell him that she thought she might be able to make it. In the intervening weeks they had painstakingly made the arrangements that had led them both to be here at this time.

Even as the bent forward to greet each other with a kiss, neither had any idea what the others' intentions were. From the moment he had walked into the bar and had seen Emma sitting there waiting for him, John had decided that he would be happy to share whatever company Emma was willing to give and was content to wait and see where this evening took him.

As their lips met, Emma experienced a suddenly overwhelming sensation of desire that she had been totally unprepared for. An excited tingle ran up her spine. "Can I get you a drink?" John asked. Fighting down emotions that she felt she shouldn't be experiencing, Emma managed to find the words to ask for a dry white wine and soda. Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of conflicting emotions, Emma sat down and watched as John made his way to the bar.

"There you are," John said, depositing two glasses on the table and taking the seat next to Emma's. "You decided to come after all then, I see," he said.

Emma took a sip of her drink and nodded. "Y ... yes," she said, "but I'll be honest and admit that I nearly backed out at the last minute." She shrugged then added, "I'm still not sure what I'm doing here. I ... I can't quite believe I'm actually doing this."

John smiled. "I know what you mean," he said, "It's a little odd to say the least. Nervous?"

Emma nodded again. "A little, I guess," she said.

"Me too," John admitted. "You ever done this before?"

Emma gave her head a barely perceptible shake. "No," she said quietly, "have you?"

"Once," John admitted, "about a year ago. To be honest, it was a total disaster. I hope this time it's better in fact, it already is, I've already had more conversation with you than I did with her."

Emma found John's manner disarming and relaxed. She laughed. "It can't have been that bad, surely?" she asked.

John smiled again. "OK, I may be exaggerating," he admitted, "but not by much."

As their nervousness dissolved they chatted more and more easily. The was something in John's easy-doing manner that put Emma at ease. His soft spoken, Scottish accent suited him in a way that Emma couldn't fathom. It had been the sound of his voice when they'd talked on the phone more than the way he looked in the photos he'd sent her that had first attracted him to her. Despite a constant nagging feeling that she shouldn't be here, Emma began to feel a tingling rush of anticipation.

They finished their drinks and John returned to the bar to get them some more. As he sat down, his knee brushed against hers and Emma experienced a flashing stab of arousal in response to that fleeting contact.

Their conversation was relaxed yet, at the same time, slightly stilted. They were both aware of a certain expectation yet neither of them seemed willing to broach the subject. John was content to let Emma take the lead. He had decided early on that he liked her and that, as such, he didn't want to push her and risk damaging their growing friendship. Emma was awash with conflicting emotions. She was attracted to John but couldn't shake the feeling that she shouldn't be. She wanted him to bring up the subject that she knew was on both their minds but still didn't know how she'd respond if he did. Despite a growing sense of excitement that was slightly tinged with guilt, Emma knew she couldn't bring herself to raise the subject herself. She felt a vague sense of frustration, realising that the moment might be slipping away and didn't know whether she would feel disappointed or relieved if it did.

By the time she finished her second drink, Emma's senses were at fever pitch. She toyed nervously with her glass as she watched John finish his. He smiled as he set his empty glass down on the table. "Do you want another?" he asked, "Or would you rather do something else?"

Emma nearly jumped at his question. She realised that if anything was going to happen, now was the time to make her decision. Grasping her courage in both hands, she smiled with a confidence she didn't really feel and asked, "Would that something else involve us going to your room?" She blushed, unable to believe what she'd just said.

John gave her a speculative look then smiled. "It could, I suppose, if you'd like it to," he said.

"I ... well ...um ... oh sod it, yes," Emma managed to say "It's why we're here after all, isn't it?"

"I'd hoped that's why you were here," John admitted, "but I'd understand if you felt you couldn't. I'm not the pushy type and I don't want you to feel you have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Emma got to her feet. The whole situation was unreal. Anticipation of what was about to happen battled with a feeling of guilt. She liked John and appreciated that he was giving her a chance to change her mind. She smiled. "No, it's OK," she said quietly, "I want to. Now let's get out of here before I change my mind."

"OK, if you're sure," John said, getting to his feet.

"I am," Emma said firmly and was faintly surprised to find that she meant it.

As they walked through the bar, Emma took John's hand. A similar rush of expectation to the one when his knee had touched hers surged through her. It was similar but stronger. Her excitement grew as they walked through the foyer. By the time they reached the lift, Emma was sure that John must be able to feel her trembling with nervous anticipation.

Inside the lift, John pressed the button four the fourth floor. He turned and suddenly Emma was in his arms. Their lips met and the kiss quickly became passionate. Emma could hardly breath as she felt John's firm body pressed against hers.

When the lift doors opened, Emma reluctantly broke the kiss and let John lead her along the corridor to his room. When they reached his door John paused briefly. "You do want to do this, don't you?" John asked.

"Yes!" Emma breathed expectantly, "Now open the door. Quickly!" she urged. John laughed and turned the key in the lock. He paused briefly to let Emma go ahead.

The door of John's room closed behind them. Without even the slightest hesitation, Emma moved into John's embrace again. A thrill ran trough her as their lips pressed together. As the passion of their kiss intensified their tongues explored each others' mouths. Their hands struggled with each others' clothes, pulling, tugging, shedding them carelessly on the floor. John was already hard. Emma felt his cock pressing against her and reached down to stroke it lightly as they kissed. Surprised by her sudden wantonness, Emma pushed John against the wall and dropped to her knees in front of him. 

As much as he'd imagined this possibility in the weeks since he first suggested meeting, John was unprepared by the suddenness with which Emma responded to their situation. He moaned as she ran her tongue up the length of his cock, stroking it with one hand whilst the other gently played with his balls. She kissed and licked her way up and down his shaft, covering it in a fine film of saliva. She looked up at him and he could see her hunger in her eyes. "Would you like me to suck it?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

"If you're sure you want to, yes," John replied. Emma smiled up at him "Of course I want to, silly," she said then flicked her tongue over the swollen head of his cock. John gasped as her tongue brushed over the slit. The gasp turned to a sigh as Emma parted her lips, wrapped them around the head of his cock and began to slide them down his shaft, slowly engulfing his hardness within the warm confines of her mouth. 

John began to murmur softly as Emma's lips began to glide up and down the length of his cock. She sucked him eagerly, changing her pace frequently between fast and slow, hard and gentle. As she sucked, Emma gently teased the area between his balls and his arse causing his hips to buck, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. 

John put his hands on Emma's head, twisting his fingers in her long brown hair, pushing her lightly on to his cock as his hips began to thrust. As his shaft slipped between her lips, Emma felt her desire deepen. She sucked harder, not quite able to believe that she was sucking the cock of a virtual stranger whom she'd met in the flesh for the first time less than an hour before. There was something surreal about the situation that Emma found deeply arousing.

Sliding him out of her mouth, Emma ran her tongue round the head of John's cock, round and round, swirling one way then the other, coating it in a warm, wet film of saliva. She smiled up at John, noting the expression of pleasure on his face then took him fully into her mouth again. 

As she feasted on his prick, Emma was vaguely aware of John saying things like, "Oh God. That feels so good." and "Go on, suck me harder!" As her lips worked their way relentlessly up and down his pole, John was losing himself to the sensations Emma was giving him, his enjoyment obvious in the way he moaned in response to her attentions. Despite a persistently nagging thought that she shouldn't be doing this, Emma was loving every minute of it. It had always turned her on enormously when men started talking dirty to her as she sucked them. She loved the feeling of power over them that it gave her.

As Emma sucked, she began to stroke John's prick, her fingers and lips meeting midway along the length of his cock. She could feel it begin to throb as her fingers slid along his shaft. She could taste the pre-cum dribbling from the end and knew that he was getting close Even as the realisation dawned on her, John's hips began to buck uncontrollably. "Oh Emma!" he cried, "I ... I can't take much more!" 

Emma let John's cock slip briefly from between her lips. "It's OK, you can cum in my mouth," she said, surprising herself with her brazenness. John nodded then groaned as Emma's lips wrapped around his prick once more. 

Sensing the urgency of John's need, Emma jerked her hand furiously up and down his shaft. As her hand stroked its length she slid her lips back until only the head of John's cock remained in her mouth. She could feel the tension mounting in his body, the strangled gasps of his breathing told her that he was desperately trying to hold back, prolonging his pleasure. Emma gave his balls a gentle squeeze with one hand as the fingers of the other tightened their grip around his rod. 

As John's legs trembled with the effort of supporting himself, Emma gave his cock one last, hard suck and then he exploded. His erupting cock fired a huge spurt of cum into her mouth. It was quickly followed by a second and then a third. Emma swallowed rapidly, eager not to let any spill. She had once told John in an e-mail that giving blow-jobs was a particular speciality of hers and she wanted to prove that it had been no idle boast.

As John's eruption subsided, the last of his strength drained from his legs. As he sagged to the floor, his cock slid from between Emma's lips and two more jets splashed across her face. Emma licked her lips as the final drops landed on her breasts. She sat back, smiling, as John sat slumped on the floor. As he watched, she wiped his cum from her face then rubbed it into the skin of her breasts. Finally, she licked her fingers clean then turned her attention to his semi-erect prick. Wrapping her lips around its tip once more and sucked the last drops of cum that oozed from it into her mouth before licking his shaft clean. 

"I take it that met with your approval?" Emma asked, smiling as she watched John struggle to recover.

"Oh God, yes," John replied, "that was amazing. There's no such thing as a bad blow-job but that was particularly good. You weren't lying when you described yourself as an expert."

"I like to think I have a certain skill," Emma said, coyly. "I hope you weren't lying when you said you were a quick recoverer. It's going to take more than just your tongue to repay me properly for that," she added with smile.

John laughed. "Oh, I don't think you'll be disappointed," he replied.

"Oh good!" Emma exclaimed as she stood up. She offered John her hand and helped him to his feet before leading him over to the bed. 

They lay down. Within seconds they were kissing passionately. Their hands caressing and exploring each others' bodies. Emma sighed as John kissed her lightly on the lips then began working his way down her neck and shoulders, slowly driving her wild. She moaned softly as he started to kiss and lick her breasts. 

With a circular motion, starting at the outside and working in to the nipple, John licked each in turn, making the skin slick with his saliva. Emma sighed as his hands slid over her wet skin. Her breasts were firm and very, very sensitive. Emma felt her desire deepen as John's hands and mouth toyed with their surface.

John pushed Emma's breasts together, teasing her nipples between his thumb and fingers. "Mmm, yessss" Emma purred, as he gently teased each nipple with his teeth. "Ooooh! Aahhhhh!" she gasped as he pushed her breasts together and rapidly licked from side to side. 

"Yesss! Ohhhh yessss! Play with my tits! Lick them all over! Suck them hard!" Emma cried as a warm, tingling feeling spread over her. She bit her lip to stop herself screaming as John took each breast in turn and sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth and flicked the nipple with his tongue. She found herself caught up in the ecstasy of having her breasts licked and squeezed, sucked and caressed. 

With a final kiss John left her breasts behind and began to move down. Reaching his goal, John parted Emma's legs, dropped his head to her neatly trimmed pussy and ran his tongue lightly along its length. "Oooooohhhh, mmmmmm!" Emma sighed, writhing on the bed as his tongue lapped at her swollen clit sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned again, arching her back slightly as John's tongue parted her moist lower lips and gently probed into her warm, wet hole. 

"Ohhhhh fuck, that's sooooo good!" Emma exclaimed as John's tongue lapped in and out, feeding the sensations in her pussy which grew stronger with every stroke of his tongue. She curled her legs over his shoulders and John reached up to play with her breasts as his tongue continued to explore her intimate flesh. 

"Oh fuck yes! Squeeze my tits!" Emma cried as the sensations produced by John's fingers and tongue intensified. John's hands teased Emma's nipples as his tongue concentrated on her clit. Reaching up, Emma pushed her breasts together, her fingers locked with his as he squeezed and caressed her large, firm globes. "Harder!" Emma moaned. "Squeeze my tits and lick me harder! Fuck me with your tongue. Go on fuck me!" she yelled, losing herself to her pleasure as the sensations began to take over. 

Emma's hips thrust uncontrollably as John, responding to her demands, frantically licked and sucked on her clit. She felt herself slipping over the edge. The skilful way with which John used his tongue was driving her wild. Emma couldn't tell if it was John's technique or the illicitness of the situation that was bringing her so quickly to a climax. The writhing of her body became wilder as her orgasm approached. Her breathing became more rapid. John felt Emma's nipples stiffen below his fingers, her clit throbbed against his tongue. "Oh yes ... oh yes ... mmmmmmm, YES!!" Emma cried as she came, clutching at John's hair, pushing his face harder against her throbbing pussy. 

As wave after wave of orgasmic bliss pulsed through Emma's body John's tongue continued to lick and probe her lower reaches. Her whole body was aflame as her orgasm continued to mount. Suddenly, she began to shake uncontrollably. "OOOOHHH YESSSS!!" she screamed as a second, stronger climax tore through her. 

Emma's climax crashed over her in waves. She cried out as it peaked, dipped then peaked again, over and over. "Don't stop!" she wailed, "It feels so, so good!" John nuzzled Emma's clit with his lips, flicking her swollen bud gently with the tip of his tongue. Each contact sent another spasm of pleasure through Emma's body. 

Any last remaining doubts Emma had about whether or not she should be doing this were washed away be her tumultuous climax. She felt herself adrift on a sea of raging desire. She moaned, knowing that she needed to feel John's cock inside her and struggled to find the words to express her deepest need. 




Intimate Strangers



Gathering her remaining strength Emma forced herself to say "Stop!" Her voice sounded weak and feeble. She tried again. "Stop," she begged. "I want your cock. Fuck me." she pleaded. "Fuck me, I want your cock inside me. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Fuck me please." Despite any reservations she may have had before, she was now desperate to have him. 

John moved up on top of her. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked, "We don't have to if you don't want to." Concern was evident in his voice.

Emma managed a small laugh. "Of course I want you to," she said. "We've come this far, there wouldn't be much point stopping now."

John smiled down at her. "I just wanted to be sure," he said.

Emma leant forward and kissed him lightly, tasting her essence on his lips. "Just fuck me, John," she breathed, "it's what we both want."

John returned Emma's kiss me as his cock began to press at the entrance of her pussy. He tried to tease her but Emma was having none of it. She reached down between her legs, grabbed his fully engorged cock. "I want this in me now!" she said and swiftly guided it into her. John pressed slowly forward "Ooohh" Emma gasped as inch by inch John slid into her, filling her totally, the walls of her cunt stretching around his shaft. Emma brought her knees up to let him in deeper. As John began to thrust she tightened her pussy around his cock and as rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. 

Starting slowly, savouring the tightness of Emma's pussy as it griped his rod, John quickly found his pace. His cock pumped in and out of her pussy and Emma dug her fingers into the cheeks of his arse, forcing him in deeper. "You feel so big inside me, John," she purred, "So big and hard. It feels so good!"

In and out, John impaled Emma with long, slow, deliberate strokes. Emma's hips thrust against his and her pussy contracted against his length. 

They rolled over. Emma leaned forward, thrusting her breasts into John's face as she slid up and down his cock. "Yessss!!" she cried out as he took her breasts in his hands and started to play with them. He raised his head and began to suck, slowly taking each one in turn deep into his mouth. 

With his lips fastened tightly around one nipple, John's hands were suddenly on Emma's hips, slowly lifting her up and down, helping her move along his cock. She slid up his shaft until only the very tip was still inside her. Tensing the walls of her pussy around his knob, she held herself there for a moment then slammed her pussy back down his pole, impaling herself on it, moaning as it filled her. At the bottom of each stroke, Emma gripped him tightly. 

Up and down, Emma's hips moved to a beat of their own. In and out, John's cock stretched and filled her pussy. Emma rode John's cock for all she was worth while he continued to lick and suck her breasts. 

They rolled over again. John shifted position slightly, pinning Emma firmly to the bed. His hips began to thrust at an ever faster pace. "Oohh yes!" Emma sighed. "Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder, John! You feel so good inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me!" As his cock pounded in and out, Emma continued to scream obscenities, urging him on.

John was breathing hard. Emma wrapped her legs around his back. Grabbing his arse with her hands, Emma pushed him in deeper and deeper. John's slammed his cock into her with all the force he could muster. "I'm getting close." he moaned, "I can't hold back much longer." 

John's words, the urgency of his thrusts, triggered Emma's own response. "Ohhhhh, John!" she sighed as she came again. Her body shook as contractions gripped her pussy and womb. She dug her fingernails into John's firm buttocks, urging him on. "Fill me." Emma cried, lost in the sensations, "Fill me with your cum." 

John pulled back, his cock almost slipping out of Emma's cunt as he forced himself to hold on. He thrust, a long, hard, powerful thrust. His balls slapped against Emma, his cock twitched inside her pussy as it erupted. Emma felt his hot cum exploding inside her. He thrust again and another jet of cum erupted from his cock, again and again he thrust, his body shaking on the verge of exhaustion as his cock spewed load after load of cum deep inside Emma's aching cunt. Finally, his energy spent, John collapsed on top of Emma and they lay there, their bodies still joined, holding each other. Emma felt a deep satisfaction as she lay beneath John, kissing him softly, feeling the last twitches of his cock inside her as her climax subsided. John kissed her then, with a groan, pulled out and rolled over on to the bed beside her.

They lay for a while, basking in the afterglow of their passion as they let their bodies recover, kissing occasionally, their hands lightly caressing each other. Emma briefly excused herself to visit the bathroom. When she returned, she snuggled up to John and rested her head on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart.

"So, what now?" Emma said at last, her fingers gently playing with the short dark hairs on his chest.

John thought for a moment then smiled. "Well ..." he drawled, "I suppose we lie here and recuperate for a bit and then, if we're lucky, we do it all again before you have to get yourself cleaned up and make your way home."

Emma laughed lightly. "Mmmm, I like the sound of that idea ..." she said, turning to kiss John, "but that wasn't what I meant," she added when their lips parted, "I meant what happens, after that?"

"I hadn't really thought that far ahead," John admitted with a rueful smile. "I'd like us to stay in touch though," he added.

Emma nodded. "I'd like that too," she said. She caught a faintly wicked glint in John's eye. "What?" she enquired.

John laughed. "Well," he began, "I'll be back down here again in a couple of months, perhaps we could do this again then."

Emma smiled briefly at getting the answer she'd hoped for. Snuggling up close, she kissed him passionately, feeling her desire awaken again then, with a perfectly straight face, replied, "I'll have to think about it."



Intimate Strangers



What a day, what a lousy awful day. I was exhausted. I love my job; I really do but today was horrible. I am an administrative assistant to the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I work on the 35th floor of a high-rise building in downtown Atlanta, GA. I've been with this company for 6 years and even have a gorgeous corner office. As I said I love my job, most days but today was just not one of them. My boss's wife has been cheating on him and he found out today. That really should have nothing at all to do with me but of course I took the wrath. I'm a female; of course it's my fault. Damn!

I looked over at the clock. It was 9pm. I still had about ½ hours worth of work to finish before I could go home. I spun around in my chair and looked out the window at the city below me. It was beautiful with lights flickering. Darius was out in that city somewhere I thought to myself. Only a few months earlier he and I had been planning to wed. But of course that was before I found out that Darius was already married, with children. Lying bastard! I started to get angry but remembered my mother's advice. "When you think of Darius, try to think only of the good times." She'd told me. My thoughts immediately changed to Darius and I making love in Jamaica. He had taken me there on vacation for our first anniversary. I smiled at the memory and instantly became horny. 

Since Darius and I broke up sex was no longer a part of my life. I wanted it but I was still healing from the hurt Darius caused. Sex would be enjoyable and lately my life had no joy. After staring out of the window several minutes I turned back around in my chair, pulled it closer to my desk, and completed my work on my PC. 

At 9:45pm I turned the lights off in my office, and headed for the elevator. Some evenings I enjoyed working this late because of the solitude of being alone in the building. However lately I found difficulty finding peace or solitude in even the smallest of things. The elevators opened and I stepped on. I pushed the button for the lobby. Slowly the elevator began to descend. It stopped on the 30th floor, and the doors opened. I looked up into a pair of chestnut brown eyes surrounded by a coffee with crème colored face. "Damn, this man is handsome." I thought to myself. He had full lips and a prominent chin. He was about 6ft 4 in tall, with broad shoulders. He also had long sexy legs. He was wearing a navy blue Armani suit that fit his frame perfectly. He looked down at me and I felt his eyes wandering over my entire body. 

I'm a dark skinned sister...about 3 shades darker than he was. I'm 5''3' with big thighs, round hips, and 38 D breasts. I was wearing a red knit dress with a low neckline and high hemline that fit tightly and accentuated my figure. I always dressed sexy it just made me feel like a woman; I needed that after my breakup with Darius, but suddenly with his eyes on me I felt self conscious. 

"Hi" he said, and stepped onto the elevator. I smiled at him but said nothing. He stood beside me and we both looked forward in silence watching the numbers as the elevator dropped. 29, 28, 27, 26, 25,25,25. I suddenly realized the elevator had stopped. It jolted quickly and I stumbled against the handsome stranger. He caught me in his massive arms and helped me stand upright. Suddenly the lights went out except for a dim amber light in the corner. 

"What's going on?" I wondered aloud. 

"I don't know but I'll find out." The handsome stranger answered. He reached for the emergency phone and dialed security, which was in the basement garage. I heard him speaking to the party on the other end "Hello...we're stuck in the elevator on the 25th floor.... a lady and myself... What?!...How long...Okay...Thanks." The handsome stranger hung up the phone and turned to me "There's a blackout all over the city. Billie says he doesn't know how long it will last." Billie was the old black security guard who worked in the basement. 

"Damn!" I said. "Well, we may as well get comfortable." I slipped my shoes off and looked around for a place to sit down. I had just experienced a long awful day and I was still tired...frustrated...and horny. Since I could not imagine sitting on the floor in my dress I leaned against the elevator wall. 

The handsome stranger kicked off his shoes, took off his jacket, vest, and tie and laid them on the floor. I watched as he unbuttoned the top 2 buttons on his shirt. He leaned against the opposite wall and smiled at me. I could see soft curly chest hair peeking out from under his shirt. I thought to myself how absolutely sexy he looked. I don't know why but I walked over to him and continued to unbutton his shirt. He looked surprised but did not protest. I unbuttoned the last button and pulled the tail out of his pants. I slid his shirt off his chest, down his arms and it fell on the floor. I began to run my fingers through his chest hair. It felt like silk between my fingers. I slowly began to kiss his chest. Softly and tenderly I planted kisses all over it. "Mmmmm." Was all he said. 

I looked up into his eyes and he bent down and kissed my lips. My tongue slid into his mouth and made circles. He had his arms around me and they reached down and his hands found my voluptuous ass. He slowly began to raise my dress. Since it was August I was not wearing any pantyhose only a matching red thong. As he raised my dress his hand felt my bare ass and massaged it. We continue to kiss and tongue wrestle. He had full sensuous lips and they felt good against mine. As we kissed I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hands inside around his ass. I slipped my hand into his underwear and kneaded his ass cheeks in my hands. Then I reached around in front in between us and found his dick. 

He was already hard and I guessed he was about 9 inches long. I began to slowly massage it in my hands, stroking up and down the shaft. I pulled back from his kiss and looked at his face. He looked at me with a mixture of wonder and excitement. Then I dropped to my knees and took his dick completely in my mouth. His pants and underwear were in my way so I took a moment to pull them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. I resumed sucking his dick. It was coffee with crème colored as he was with a full head that I kissed. Then I slid it into my mouth trying to feel the full length of it against my tongue. The handsome stranger threw his head back and moaned loudly. His deep voice echoed in the elevator. I licked my tongue up and down up and down and around and around on his dick. I slurped it in and out of my mouth over and over. When I was satisfied with the illustrious shine I'd put on his dick I gently kissed it. I could feel my pussy juices dripping and running down my bare legs. 

The handsome stranger helped me to my feet and we kissed again. Then he raised my dress lifted it over my head and threw it to the floor. He looked down at my breasts struggling to be freed from my red lace bra. It unhooked in front and he took his hands and carefully opened it. He slid the straps over my shoulder and the bra fell to the floor. My breasts bounced out freely to greet him. He slid his tongue down and encircled my areolas. Now it was my turn to lean my head back and moan. He began to suck on my nipples, first one breast then the other. He took them in his hands as he lovingly sucked each one. "Mmmm, Yes!" I moaned. 

Then the handsome stranger got down on his knees in front of me. He lifted my right leg up and let it rest on his shoulder. He reached up and pushed the small fabric of my thong to the side and admired my pussy. "Beautiful." He whispered. He put my leg down and slowly pulled my thong down off my ass pass my thighs and calves to my ankles kissing each part of my body as the thong passed it. I kicked the thong aside and he put my leg back to rest on his shoulder. 

My body shuddered all over as he slowly spread my pussy lips with his fingers searching for my clit. When he'd found my treasure he flicked his tongue across it rapidly over and over. I struggled to keep my balance as my body tingled all over. I ground my hips into his face and he began to suck on my clit. His hand moved around to my ass and he gently squeezed my cheeks as he ate my pussy. "Oooh! Oh! Ooooh!" My pussy had never been eaten this expertly before. I began to softly whimper. I felt myself squirt cum deep into his mouth and he drank it licking his lips. 

He held tightly onto my legs as I struggled to keep my balance as I came. Then the handsome stranger moved my leg off his shoulder and stood up. His chin was shiny from my juices. We kissed and I licked it off. The handsome stranger took my hand and backed himself almost against the elevator wall. Then he reached under my ass and lifted me up. Damn! He was strong. I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck and he slid my pussy onto his dick. He turned us around and pushed my back against the wall with me still on his dick. Then he began to fuck me hard and furiously. His dick slid in and out of my pussy swiftly as he fucked me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his head and felt his hair down to his faded hairline. I began to roll my hips and enjoy the ride on his dick. He closed his mouth over mine and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on it and rocked on his dick. We both moaned loudly with pleasure. It had been six months since I last had sex with Darius, but I had never had sex this good in my life. I silently thanked Con Edison for the blackout and continued to fuck the handsome stranger. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" He grunted each time he thrust his dick into my pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I screamed each time he did. 

The handsome strangers movements quickened as we both neared climax. "Aaaaaaaah! Shiiiiiiiit!" He screamed as he shot his full load inside me. My legs trembled and I wrapped them tighter around his back letting out a high-pitched squealed as I joined him in the sweetest orgasm. After a few seconds he slowly helped me unwrap my legs from his back until I was again standing on the floor. He leaned his body against mine on the wall as we both gasped for air. I felt his chest heave up and down with mine and we tried to catch our breath. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled "WOW!" He said. I smiled back at the handsome stranger. 

RING! RING! RING! The Emergency phone on the wall was ringing. He leaned over and answered it. "Hello...uh huh...(pant, pant)...yes. We're fine...(pant, pant)...when...okay...thank you Billie." He hung up the phone. "That was Billie; he spoke with the power company. The blackout should be over in..." as he spoke the lights came on and the elevator jolted again. "A few minutes." He finished and smiled at me. We felt the elevator begin to move and both scrambled for our clothes. We dressed hastily and as we both climbed back into our shoes we looked up at the numbers on the elevator display 5,4, 3, 2, I tried to straighten myself up as the elevator doors opened to the lobby and we saw Billie standing there. "Mr. James...Miss Kent...Are you two okay?" He asked with a worried look on his face. 

"Fine, I'm fine" I answered.

"Me too." The handsome stranger said.

Billie looked at us both with our clothes still slightly disheveled and cocked his head to one side. He gave us both a strange look. 

Suddenly I felt embarrassed and ashamed at the thought of what I'd just done. My face became hot and I felt myself blushing all over. I quickly said, "I'm fine," again. "Thanks Billie." Then I hurried through the lobby out to the garage and jumped into my car. I saw the two men entering the garage as I started up my black sports car and sped away. I felt a tear drop down my face as I drove. I could not believe I had just seduced and fucked a total stranger in an elevator. "What is wrong with me?" I wondered aloud. Ten minutes later I pulled into my parking lot. I got out, locked my car then entered the building. I started toward the elevator and suddenly felt hot all over again. I decided to walk to the 5th floor. 

When I got to my apartment my clocks were all blinking. I looked at my watch. It was 11:30pm. "Oh my God," I thought. "I was fucking a total stranger for over an hour." I walked into the kitchen, made myself a protein shake, and drank it. Then I undressed and got into the shower. As I stood there with the water pounding my body I closed my eyes and saw the handsome strangers face. I smiled in spite of my shame. I remember how his hands and mouth felt on my body. I wondered who he was, and what he was thinking at this moment. I turned the water off and reached out for a towel. I dried myself and stepped out. In my bedroom I opened my dresser drawers and put on a t-shirt and thong. I climbed into bed. 

After what I'd just done I decided I needed repentance so I opened my Bible to read. A pamphlet that my mother had given me fell into my lap. I picked it up and read "God moves suddenly. Expect a miracle." I began to cry again. I wished my mom were here instead of across country so I could call her and ask what this all meant. My emotions were a mixture of shame and delight. The handsome stranger had made me feel better than I had felt in months since breaking up with Darius. Not just physically...I felt an emotional connection to him as well that I could not understand or explain. A part of me felt that what I'd just done was completely wrong...another part knew it was the most right thing I'd ever done. I read a few chapters of the Bible, and continue to cry. Finally I dried my tears and finally fell asleep. My dreams were filled with thoughts of the handsome stranger. 

I arrived at the office the next morning praying that my boss was in a better mood than the day before. After the night I'd spent I was not up to listening to his tirade. I grabbed a cup of coffee said hello to a few people and headed for my office. I walked in and closed the door behind me. 

Then I notice that sitting on my desk was a bouquet of long stemmed white roses. I put one up to my nose and inhaled deeply before I took out and read the card. "Thank you for the best elevator ride of my life. J." I smiled at the thought of the handsome stranger and sat down at my desk. J? I thought to myself. I turned to my PC and pulled up the company intranet to search for a Mr. James within the company. There was none to be found. I knew I'd remembered Billie calling him Mr. James. Then I realized he'd called me Ms. Kent. Kenisha is my first name but everyone calls me Kent. I quickly ran a first name search. I found only one James. My boss. I knew he could not be the handsome stranger. Just then as if on cue he opened my door without knocking and barged into my office. He threw a stack of papers on my desk and grunted out instructions. It was going to be another long day and night at work. I took a loving glance at my flowers and got to work. 

The day dragged on and I heard everyone else leave the office. I glance up at the clock. 5:30pm and I was nowhere near finished. I buried my face back into my PC. Several hours later I heard a small tapping at my office door. I looked at the clock and it read 9:15pm. Who could be here this late I wondered. I yelled, "Come in." without looking up thinking it was either Billie or the cleaning crew. I heard the handsome stranger's voice. "Hello again." It said.

I looked up from my computer. I can't believe he's standing right in my office and I don't even know his name. "Thank you for the roses." I managed to say.

He was staring deeply into my eyes and I became lost in his. 

"You're welcome." Was all he said. I got up from my chair and walked around in front of my desk. The handsome stranger turned around closed then locked my office door. Then he switched off the lights. Only the glare from my computer screen and the lights from the city outside remained. He turned back towards me and pulled me into his arms. We kissed passionately and deeply. I feel him pick me up and sit me on my desk. I was wearing a short black skirt with a white button up blouse. He busied himself slowly removing my clothes. I moved my body to assist him. When he was done he stood back and admired me. I sat on my desk butt ass naked. I could see the whole city from my office window and became aroused at the thought of them seeing me. 

The handsome stranger was dressed more casually this evening. A designer sweater and dress pants. He quickly removed his clothing and underwear. I couldn't help but stare at his body. 

The handsome stranger knelt in front of me and spreads my legs. He slid his tongue in between my legs from my knees to my thighs, skipped over my pussy and trailed up the other thigh to my knee. He repeated this several times each time skipping over my pussy. I was on fire with anticipation. My clit quivered each time he passed it by. Just when I felt I could take the teasing no longer he hungrily began to lap at my pussy. He nibbled my clit between his teeth. I could not have imagined feeling better than the night before but I did. I rotated my hips into his tongue and moaned. I grabbed the back of his head and held on as I took a long satisfying ride on his tongue. The only sounds in the office were my moans of extreme pleasure and the sound of his tongue lapping eagerly at my pussy. I was lost in the pleasure and cannot remember how many times I came. 

After what seemed like an eternity while at the same time feeling like only a moment the handsome stranger raised his head. I loved the way he looked with my cum on his face. He smiled and pulled me closer to him in a kiss. My hips slid to the edge of the desk. Without any warning I felt his rock hard dick entering my pussy. I gripped my muscles down and held onto it for dear life. His hips barely moved and he slowly and gently slid his dick in and out of my pussy. He leaned down and kissed my breasts and began to suck on the nipples as he continued his slow deliberate stroking of my pussy. My fingernails dug deep into his back and he moaned with both pain and pleasure. 

I laughed as I thought of my boss and what he'd think if he knew I was fucking all over the paperwork he'd given me to do. I thrust my hips into the handsome stranger and picked up the pace of our fucking. I soon heard his familiar grunting that I'd loved so much the night before. I lifted his head up and hungrily kissed his lips. I moaned as I felt his tongue deep inside my mouth and his dick deep inside my pussy. He told me to lean back. I rested my hands on the desk and leaned back slightly. I could see his dick move in and out of my pussy. I watched as it slowly disappeared then reappeared outside my hairy tunnel. 

The handsome stranger began to thrust into me rough and hard. How did he know I loved it that way? I wondered. I let my head fall back and gripped the desk tightly as I screamed. FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME HARD! HARDER! OH YES! OHSHIT! OH YES! The handsome stranger grunted louder and did as I said. His massive dick felt delicious as he slammed into my pussy over and over. I could see the sweat dripping down his face. I thrust my hips toward him with equal force. My body began to shake all over and I knew I was reaching my climax. I thrust my hips and squeezed my pussy tight over his dick pulling him into orgasmic paradise with me. I was surprised to hear him scream my name as he came "KENIIIIISHAAAA! OH! KENIIIISHA! 

We both collapsed in a pool of sweat on top of my desk. The handsome stranger lay on top of me for several minutes as we caught our breath. Then the handsome stranger slowly rose up off of me. He sat down in my chair and breathed deeply. He looked over at me still lying on the desk and smiled. He bent down and kissed my lips.

I sat up suddenly and said. "Wait a minute, how do you know my name...how did you know where to send flowers?" I turned on the desk to face him. 




Intimate Strangers



He smiled shyly. "I've been watching you for the past couple of weeks," he said. "I wanted to meet you but you always looked so sad. Sexy! Yet still sad." 

"But that doesn't explain..." I began. 

He interrupted me. "I could not believe my luck when I saw you in the elevator last night. I was trying to get up the nerve to just talk to you, and maybe ask you out but..." He grinned sheepishly. 

I dropped my head with embarrassment. "I don't usually...I mean normally...I mean...I don't know what came over me last night." I mumbled. I looked into my hands and tried to disappear. 

He lifted my chin with his hand. "Don't be embarrassed." he said. "After you ran off last night I talked to Billie. He told me about you...and your ex Darius. I knew after speaking with him that you have looked so sad because you were hurting. Last night you needed someone to ease that hurt. I'm just thankful you chose me. I'm glad I was able to ease your pain and bring you pleasure." Billie was not only the security guard but also a big gossip. I reminded myself to thank him. Then the handsome stranger kissed me.

"Wait a minute." I said. "I searched the company intranet and I could not find a James anywhere. Are you some kind of phantom?" 

The handsome stranger laughed heartily. "No," he said. "I'm a freelance IT technician. I'm here on assignment helping your company upgrade their computers." 

I felt relieved. "So your name is James?" I asked. 

He laughed again. "Actually it's Jamison. Jamison Styles. Billie's better at gossiping than he is at remembering names. I spent ½ hour this morning searching for a Ms. Kent before I finally just asked him which office you worked in. I came to deliver the flowers personally but you were not in yet. The girl in the next office told me your name." 

I had to remember to thank Tiffany as well I thought. Jamison pulled me off the desk and into his lap and kissed me again. Then he and I spent the night making love in my office. We made love in the chair, on the floor, and again on the desk, before falling asleep in each other's arms. I awakened about 6:30am as the sun shone into my office window. I woke James and he dressed kissed me deeply and left but not before getting my number and address.

I put my clothes back on pulled my braids into a ponytail and tried to finish my work from the day before. I could only smile when Tiffany peeked into my office later and commented that I must have worked all night. 

That was a year ago. I heard the door creek open and my mother walked in. "You look so beautiful Kent." She said and began to cry.

"Mom, don't." I said. "You promised no tears." 

She wiped them away and we hugged. "I think its time." She said. 

My best friend since kindergarten Sharmaine nodded in agreement. "Let's go girl." She said. 

I took one last look at myself in the full-length mirror. I hoped Jamison would like the dress I'd chosen. I met my father in the entryway and hooked my arm into his. As the organist began to play we slowly began to march down the aisle towards Jamison his brother Chauncey, and my family minister. 

I looked around in the church at all my family and friends. I smiled and winked at Billie...then Tiffany. I reached the altar and took Jamison's hands into mine. He looked lovingly into my eyes as we recited our vows. When the minister said it was okay, he lifted my veil, took my face in his hands, and kissed me gently on the lips. We turned around to face the congregation. The minister announced. "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Jamison Styles." In my hand I held tightly onto a rumpled pamphlet. It read simply. "God moves suddenly, expect a miracle."



Intimate Strangers on a Train



Jonio pushed his way into the packed subway car with the rest of the last afternoon rush. It was a hot August day and the whirring air conditioners had no chance of keeping up with the heat of the overloaded car. He didn't need to find a hanger strap. There wasn't anywhere to fall.

When the doors shut, he discovered himself standing behind and a little to the side of a beautiful blonde woman about his own height. He could smell her floral perfume easily. Each wave and curl in her hair was there for his inspection. He could see just enough between them to see her shapely figure in a tailored professional-cut satin blouse, tight slacks, and heels.

She noticed his attention and could turn enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of her eye. As much as she could, she gave him a little once-over. She smiled a little and then looked forward again as the train began to lurch forward.

The woman was so beautiful that Jonio was inspired to do something bold and daring. A writer by trade, it came to him in words, fully formed. Leaning forward just a little, he could whisper in her left ear, loud enough for her to hear over the din of the train but not anyone else.

"There was a man: respectful, honest, unattached, and good at his craft. He would take the subway every evening back to his apartment from his job in the City. Observant and a student of people, the man liked to look at his fellow passengers and wonder about their own stories."

The train lurched but he didn't slow down.

"One day, the man waited on the platform and he saw a beautiful girl. She was tall and shapely, with beautiful blonde hair. He had to admit that he found her very attractive, enchanting even."

"When they entered the subway car, he found himself standing close to her as if fate had drawn them together. It felt right to be close to her. Packed in with the crowd, there was nothing to do but be pressed against each other."

"He was able to smell her floral perfume and admire the classic beauty of her face and her body. Entranced, he wanted to speak with her, but he didn't know what to say. As close as they were, there was still a gulf between them."

"Society would dictate introductions or simply conversation but the train made that difficult. Still, to remain in silence was unthinkable to him."

"Then he reached across that gulf and placed his hand gently on her hip."

When Jonio said the words, his hand went to rest on her hip. There was a slight twitch of surprise but then she didn't try to shift away.

"That light touch gave them a connection, bridged their anonymity. He suddenly felt her world and she his. She was like him, in a good place in life but seeking something she found hard to describe: something exciting and perhaps forbidden, a moment of . Perhaps it was just the possibility of unknowns but she felt his touch as a door opening... a chance."

She shifted a little and ended pressed more firmly against his hand.

"He felt the connection strongly, something primal in his desires. He wanted to touch her more but would he risk the open door shutting? If he had a sign, something to let him know that he wasn't just imagining it all..."

Her left hand shifted, sliding back across his pants to come to rest cupping his erection. It had only just started to stiffen but the presence of her hand brought it quickly to full form.

"And then she touched him," he sighed softly in her ear, just loud enough for her but no one else on the noisy, packed train.

"It was a powerful connection now, one demanding more, a heat, a passion. Two strangers together by chance, both desired, needing to feel something powerful. Would they dare to act before the tides of fate drew them apart and broke the moment?"

Her hand squeezed his cock and began to rub it up and down a little. Careful to not jostle or alert the others pressed around them, he moved his hand to the front of her waist. His fingers worked to open the snap on her pants and he saw her bite her lower lip.

"She needed his touch, thrilled by each daring, forbidden movement. Trapped with a hundred people on a public train, she felt him open her pants and his fingers toy with the waist of her panties," he narrated as his fingers did the work. "She responded with sensual strokes of his cock through his pants before she fumbled to find his zipper."

"Would they dare further? Not just forbidden touches but more?"

Her hand found the tab of his zipper and almost yanked it down. Her fingers slipped inside and worked eagerly to free him from his boxers. Within moments his cock was out of his pants, stretching out between the teeth of his zipper and into her grip. He couldn't help but take in his breath sharply, his cock exposed.

"He gasped as she was as eager as he was. He stifled a moan as her hands fondled him, feeling cool and wonderful. There was an urgency here. At any second, the others around them could turn in place and spot their illicit doings."

He worked his fingers inside her panties, finding her smoothly shaved and wet. He felt her turn her pelvis slightly, giving him better access to her, aching for him to touch her.

"She was as ready as he. Was it his words? Could his eloquence be so powerful?"

Now she gave his cock a hard squeeze and he caught her smile.

"But she was wet and his fingers moved easily in her panties, stroking and swirling her sex. The better he did it the firmer and faster she stroked his cock. They were in a perfect rhythm rushing quickly toward pleasures they weren't prepared for."

Her body was pressed to his now, her side against his chest, a physical lean of desire.

"The train hurtles along, ninety eight people oblivious to the sexual desire and act in their midst. So close to them, so close to being discovered..."

He faltered as his orgasm began to approach. His right hand jerked into his back pocket, almost arousing the annoyance of his neighbors, but he pulled out a handkerchief. He pressed it to her hand on his cock and she quickly made use of it, wrapping him up in a double-layer.

He focused on her and her pleasure. His fingers slipped inside her making her gasp and earning her glances that luckily never bothered to understand what they were seeing. He could see the flush on her face from her arousal.

She gripped his cock and stopped, her body trembling. A massage of her clit was all it took to release her flood of pleasure. She clung to his cock and he used his right hand to slip around her waist and hold her up. His left hand felt the throbbing of her orgasms.

After about fifteen seconds, she composed enough of herself to start stroking him again. Her pelvis was moving in small motions, but clearly gyrating in desire for him, wanting him inside her.

"He felt his orgasm building and lost himself in her..." he got out before he couldn't speak. His balls clenched, his cock throbbed, and the handkerchief grew heavy with his cum inside her hand.

"JAMAICA STATION!" came the announcement. They sorted themselves out, each tending to their own clothes for speed. The doors opened just as he got his zipper up and she snapped her pants. The crowd pressed them out of the car and apart from each other. 

At first, he started following her, a blond head bobbing in the crowd, rushing to a connecting train. His handkerchief was warm, wet, and heavy in his hand. He felt a twinge of regret when it seemed clear that she wanted it to remain as strangers on a train. He stopped and turned around.

"I hope you weren't trying to get away," she said with a wicked grin. He'd been following the wrong blonde! She handed him a business card. "I have it on good authority that if you call the woman for dinner, she'd say yes."

She gave him a quick kiss of possibilities and then rushed off to catch her train.