...and there he stood. It was like something out of a fairytale.
I watched as if from somewhere outside myself as the stranger grabbed Joel by his shirt and slammed him into the wall. I saw Joel slide down, nose bloodied from the blow, and sit for just a second before whimpering like a puppy and crawling away down the hallway and out the back door.
Nothing came to mind except to close the door and step back inside, in a bit of a shock at the quick turn of the events. Joel had nearly assaulted me, and now a beautiful stranger stood at the end of my kitchen counter.
"Are you okay?" he murmured in the low, warm voice I had imagined.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I wanted to ask who he was; I needed to know his name � but nothing came to my lips except: "I am now. Thank you.�
I just stared, taking in everything I�d seen from my window: all of the sinew, the muscle, the dark hair � and learning at last the color of those piercing eyes. All the times I sat numbly in staff meetings listening to my boss prattle on about invoices and expense reports I daydreamed of this man, this creature before me, fucking me to exhaustion in the middle of that damnably boring meeting. All of those daydreams couldn't compare to seeing those eyes.
"I've seen you before, haven't I?" he said. I could tell by his eyes that he meant more. He leaned, relaxed, against the counter and let those eyes drift up and down my body, pausing in all the right places. I felt myself melt.
Something inside of me changed right then.
I wasn't the kind of girl who could take a stranger home from a bar. I had never been the girl who did it on the first date. I was always responsible. I was always good. It had been so long since I had needed something so badly.
I knew I couldn't hold back.
My feet carried me forward. One step. Two. My fingertips reached forward and I touched his lips. He kissed them gently, then my hand. No more waiting. No more. I leaning into him, pressed tightly to him and kissed him hard on the mouth. I coaxed his lips open and licked inside with my tongue. My nipples tightened with the contact, even through our clothing, and I deliberately rubbed them against his hard, well-muscled chest.
He was shocked at first, I could tell from the slight hesitation when my tongue swept inside his mouth.
But then he relaxed, his warm hands slipped down my sides to grasp my hips, pulling me, holding me tight. I could feel the heat of his growing erection against my belly.
For a moment I thought about taking him to my bedroom but then I thought of something even better.
I broke our kiss and pulled him toward the window, opening the curtains wide open, and pushed him to sit on my armless chair. I stripped off my top and pulled off my shorts and undies, straddling his lap as he sat there.
The contrast of his clothing rubbing against my bare skin was delicious. I felt my wet pussy spread over the ridge of his hard cock through his pants. I rocked my hips forward, rubbing my clit against his increasingly thick cock, as he lifted his hips to rub against me. He bent his head to lick one nipple, then the other. He suckled slowly, gently, using his tongue to drive me to the edge then grazing each nipple with his teeth. All the while we rubbed together, my feet pressed hard against the floor to get a better angle, his strong hands locked on my hips as he lifted up into me.
I groaned, holding his head tight to my breast as a wave of sheer ecstasy passed over me. I was getting so close, but I couldn't let it end so quickly.
He raised his arms as I tore his shirt over his head and reached between us to unbutton and unzip his pants. We collectively shoved them down off his hips, but didn�t bother to remove them � we were desperate to be joined.
He pressed the tip against my entrance, rubbed my wetness all up and down his thick ridge, and then pushed slowly inside � I almost burst with that first movement. Then one stroke. Then another, and a pause, a breath and then one more. His mouth and hands were everywhere and I couldn't breathe for fear of cumming too soon.
I bounced up and down on his cock as he thrust over and over into me. He groaned and grunted, but didn't loose speed or even seem winded. He plunged into me again and again, pistoning in and out with a steady control.
He lifted me up off him and I thought I was about to die.
"Turn around � put your knees on the chair," he commanded.
I didn't know what to think. I didn�t want to think. I did as I was told. I knelt on the chair. I could see my naked body reflected in the glass. I could see a glimmer of what was to come.
In the reflection I saw him approach me from behind; the sight of that cock all wet with my juices shocked my heart to a faster pace. He pressed the head into me and then with one big thrust he slipped inside again, deep and filling.
"Please, fuck me hard," I heard myself say.
Thrusting hard, fucking me, he instantly picked up the pace, to the chagrin of a bloodied Joel, who sat across the parking lot staring into my apartment.
Joel watched that cock thrust into me, harder and harder. I could hear myself beginning to yell out. My lover grasped my breasts as we fucked frantically and I nearly died right then. He pinched and twisted my nipples as he rammed that lovely phallus into my wet cunt over and over, faster and faster � hard and unrelenting. The way he felt inside me, I knew why the redhead had yelled so much. He pressed his fingertips against my clit as he thrust into me again and I felt my knees weaken and was grateful to have them on the chair. My fingers curled, tense against the chair back.
"Mmmm, yes! Oh, please! Yes!" I cried out, uncaring of how loud I was yelling, just aware of the fucking I was getting in front of the open window. It made me even hotter - knowing that Joel was there, watching from across the parking lot, staring at my naked body as I writhed, impaled on the cock of a stranger.
"Oh - oh, yes!" I yelled again, encouraging him, egging him on to faster and harder thrusts.
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