A ‘Perfect’ Stranger

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The next day the girls drilled me all day long, for every detail, every word, every touch. God, but hair stylists are a nosy lot! They tripped all over themselves when he got there for his appointment. I cut his hair, and it felt different, as it always does with someone you care about. I didn’t charge him. I told him it was repayment for our date. Therefore, he asked me for another, just to make sure we were even. He left and I slumped against the counter, dropping my chin to my palm. ‘Oh, have I got it bad.’

We continued to see each other, going out almost every night. Then we started staying in some. And not once had he done anything untoward, didn’t try to accost me. At first, I found it sweet and endearing, but the constant closeness with no contact other than the kisses, the hand-holding, and the embraces was driving me nuts. We’d been seeing each other for about two months when I decided that tonight was the night.

I went home from work and hopped into the tub, taking a nice hot bath. Once out, I slathered lotion on my body, and took great care in picking my outfit. I chose an ankle length black skirt that had burgundy, dark purple, and hunter green flowers and stems up the thigh high slit on the side. I grabbed the sweater in the deep shade of purple that matched, and slipped them both on over a burgundy colored bra that pushed my breasts up, giving the most cleavage possible, along with a matching pair of bikini cut panties, both trimmed with lace. Standing in front of the cheval mirror, I inspected my choice. The skirt was somewhat fitted, and flattered my legs, showing off my ankles along with my right leg up to mid-thigh. The sweater had a v-neck, and it enhanced my cleavage beautifully.

I went in and blew my hair dry with my head upside down, scrunching and shaking. Once dry, I flipped my head back up, and I’d achieved what I wanted. My curls drifted around my shoulders, and past, bouncing with every move I made. The side part caused some of it to fall over my forehead, and both sides framed my face.

I went to the mirror and applied eyeliner, and a little eye shadow in that same shade of purple, along with mascara and a little blush. My brownish gold eyes twinkled back at me as I smiled into my reflection. I was just about to put on my hose and shoes, but the door bell sounded, and not wanting to keep him waiting, I hurried down the steps.

Flinging the door open, I greeted him with a smile. He pulled a dozen pink and red roses from behind his back.

“You know, a girl could get used to this. Then you’re in trouble.” I said, grabbing the flowers in one hand, and his arm in the other.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Drake said, acting somber. He failed horribly.

I felt his eyes on me as I headed for the kitchen. Once the roses were in water, I grabbed a couple long stemmed glasses, and a bottle of wine out of the fridge and walked back into the room. He was still staring at me.

A little flustered, I set the bottle and glasses on the table. “What?” I asked, blushing.

“You look ravishing.” Coming up to me, I realized he’d taken off his leather jacket, but the faint scent accompanied him to where I was standing. Stepping in front of me, he spoke again, in a quieter tone this time.

“In fact.. You look good enough to eat…” Drake let the comment hang, and my heart leapt into my throat. My breathing quickened, and I stood still, staring up into his rich brown eyes, and saw desire there.

Drake reached out with one hand, and brushed my hair back from my face, his fingers resting at the nape of my neck, his palm against the column of my throat, his thumb brushing over my jaw and cheek. I was sure he could feel my heartbeat under his hand, but I didn’t think about it long. My gaze dropped to his mouth. My lips parted as I drew in a deep breath. Time stopped.

He leaned in, and by passed my mouth, his lips moving over my jaw, and down the column of my throat. My head tilting back on its own accord, and as his lips grazed over my skin, I felt his tongue flick out, followed by gentle nips against my sensitive skin. I gasped. He raised his head and there was a smile on his face. I tried to smile back, but my bottom lip quivered.

Before I could register anything, his mouth captured mine, and I was spiraling through a haze of desire. While Drake’s lips molded and shaped mine, his tongue slipped out to tease the seam of my lips, and they opened hungrily. He pressed on, sliding his tongue against my own. A knot grew in the pit of my belly, and I already felt a wave of wetness rush between my legs.

Drake’s hands moved down to my hips, and he pulled me up against him. I felt his hardness straining against my tummy and my knees almost buckled. He quickly moved his hands under my ass, and he pulled me up, more completely against him, also effectively pinning me against his manhood.

My arms snaked up around his neck, and I clung to him, moaning quietly into his mouth, while I felt one of his hands move up my back, stroking soothingly along my spine. Suddenly, I felt his hand against my skin, and realized he’d gone up underneath my shirt. Catching my bra hook between his fingers, he deftly unfastened it, and I felt my breasts release. I broke the kiss, and stepped back out of his embrace.

I looked into his face, which held a look of concern. Not wanting him to think I didn’t want this, I quickly grasped the hem of my shirt, and lifted it over my head, letting it drift from my fingertips. Drake’s face abruptly changed. His eyes smoldered as they traveled every area of exposed skin.

I rolled my shoulders forward slightly, and my bra straps slid onto my upper arms, and with a slight shake, the continued their descent, and it joined my shirt on the floor. My chest heaved slightly, as his eyes languorously took in the sight of my breasts. My chest quivered, my nipples hardened. From the chill in the air or the close scrutiny of his gaze, I don’t know. But they crinkled and rose proudly for his eyes to behold.

I stepped forward, and caught one of the buttons of his shirt between my fingers, and slid it out of the hole. Then the next. Once all the buttons were undone, I grabbed a hold of the bottom of it, and pulled it from the waist of his pants. Sliding my hands over his bare chest, I pushed the shirt to the side then right on over his shoulders, hearing it drift to the floor with a soft whoosh.

He reached out then, and gathered me up against his body. The light covering of hair on his chest was enough to make my nipples harden even more as they brushed across it. I felt his thumbs hook in the waist of my skirt, and he pushed it down, dropping to one knee to follow it all the way to the floor. I gasped and swayed when I felt his lips press against my thigh. He helped me step from the skirt, his eyes raking over my legs and panties- including the now visible wet spot.

With a devilish grin, he stood, motioning to his belt. I happily complied. I unbuckled it, and moved to the button of his pants. Slipping that from the hole was a little harder- my hands had started to shake in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I copied Drake, and fell to one knee, so that my face was level with his crotch… I looked up at him and smirked, leaning in and grasping the zipper tab with my teeth. He groaned. I unzipped it slowly, making sure my chin and nose nuzzled against his cock while I did so.

Grabbing the waistband, I pulled them down, and helped him step out of them to. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his socks and shoes, but it didn’t matter. As I stood back up, I made sure I leaned in so that my breasts rubbed against him through his boxers.

“You’re evil lady, pure evil.” Drake said, almost gritting his teeth.

“Yep, and you love it.. Besides, that’s what you get for making me wait.”

“Wait? For what?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

“For this…” I reached out, and cupped my hand around his cock, my fingertips grazing across his balls.

Drake’s breath hissed out from between clenched teeth. He grabbed my wrists, and brought them behind my back, wrapping his arms around me at the same time.

“Don’t do that again. I don’t want to be finished before we’ve started.”

I wriggled my hips invitingly, and the angle, such as it was, caused me to rub my mound against him. Drake jerked his hips back away from me, and spun me around, landing a smack on my derrière.

“Minx.” He laughingly scolded, pressing me on towards the bedroom. Once there, I stopped at the foot of the bed as he closed the door and leaned back against it, obviously collecting his thoughts, and attempting to calm himself. I hooked my fingers in the waist of my panties, and pulled them down my legs, bending over deliberately. I saw his eyes glide up my back and onto the top swells of my ass, and I stood up slowly, enjoying torturing him.

He advanced on me. And before I knew what was happening, I was on my back on the bed, with him lying between my legs. His lips and tongue ravished my mouth, then moved downward, over my breasts, licking and flicking each nipple, drawing them into his mouth. My back arched as I whispered his name. Urged on, he slid on down, kissing and nibbling my tummy, smiling as my muscles quivered beneath his demanding mouth.

He finally reached the apex of my legs. I expected extended teasing kisses and touching, but it was not to be. His fingers reached and gently parted my lips, dipping one finger into my wetness, and distributing it up and around to my clit. Not that it was necessary. I could feel the tops of my thighs being damp. His tongue darted out and made a long, sweeping lick up one lip and down the other. Unexpectedly, his tongue delved inside me, lapping at my juices, teasing the rim. My abdomen tightened and my heels dug into the bed, and I knew I was about to cum. All too quickly. And he realized that, so he backed off. I was just getting into the feeling without an orgasm right on the edge, when his tongue slipped up and he flattened it against my clit.

My hips bucked up, and his hands moved to hold them still, all the while his tongue licked, traced circles around, and laved the sensitive nub. Knowing the end was near, my hips wriggled frantically, and my hands flew to my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples, my nails digging into the milky skin. He placed two fingers inside of me, pressing, probing, until they disappeared completely as his teeth gently bit down on my clit.

My hips bucked again, and even his hands couldn’t hold me down. I tried to scream, but my breath caught in my throat. I twitched and spasmed, writhing around on the bed as he never gave up any pressure, and that first orgasm exploded into a second as his fingers withdrew and he thrust them in again as deep as he could.

My pussy gripped his fingers, drawing them deeper, holding them still, and my clit throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat. His teeth finally let up, and my whole body jerked. Finally opening my eyes, I saw stars. I laid there, trying to catch my breath and control my trembling body, as he removed his fingers and crawled back up to me, still between my legs.

Resting on his elbows, he grasped my face in his hands.

“Talya, baby, are you okay?” The concern in Drake’s voice was palpable.

The tears rolled freely from the corners of my eyes, and down across my temples.

“Answer me sweetie, please.”

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