Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2019 19:21:30 -0600 From: Jon Doe Subject: Stranger in the Night Chapter Two 100% fiction for readers over the legal age, if your too young - move on. Don't forget to donate to Nifty, stories aren't here for free. If you enjoy being here, and would like to see Nifty continue, you need to help out. A simple Story Stranger in the Night Chapter Two I woke up feeling refreshed, all snuggled in my slinky teddy, dreaming of last night. With a start I realized that last night was real and not someone else's experience that I read about somewhere in my past. My dreamy thoughts slowly turned into reality and that I need to find his address. I must find this cute chiseled jaw, muscled bound guy. Vividly I remembered his strong yet genital hands; sun tanned hard body and the softest lips that I've ever tasted. I needed to find him, yes he needed his wallet back of course but I just couldn't get him out of my mind. I headed to the shower, letting the fresh warm water flow over my slim body, washing with the lightly scented soap that was so feminine and making sure that I was totally smooth. Drying off with a soft beige towel, I set my mind on what to wear for the day. I chose a thin shiny red two piece bikini that hugged my lean body, my nipples poking through added to the thrill. Next came a really tight button fly pair of jean shorts that hugged my buns and a tight white tang top that I tucked into my jeans shorts. My little B size boobs still shown through and the look excited me. Quickly I tucked myself before I had to deal with an unnecessary bulge to that wouldn't be complementing with what I chose to wear today. Hum, heels or tennis shoes? I'm sure he would like to see the heels but I needed to stop by the bank and store today. I guess the tennies will do. Grabbing a breakfast drink I headed out to the garage, getting into my deep blue Boss Mustang soft top. Turning the key and the motor coming to life always gives me the feeling of power. Ah that great deep vibration low in the seat reminds one of the horse power that's being held at bae just waiting to drive the car on the open roadway. Slightly lurching I backed the Stang out of the garage. Finding first gear, I headed to the long winding road that would take me to the interchange that lead to the big city an hour away. I'd skip the small town where I lived closest to, only 15 minutes away and I can pick up my things after finding the mystery guy. Once getting on the interstate, finding 3rd gear, riding it long and hard unleashing the pent up horse power that the car was capable of producing, In seconds and the tac was just short of red-lining, we were at cruising speed, well a bit over. Shifting into high gear, the Mustang settled down and again that deep throbbing vibration returned in the base of the leather seat. With the summer morning sun rising, fresh crisp air blowing my auburn hair about, the ride seemed to take only just a few minutes. Finding the off ramp that led to a feeder road and then to a narrow street and finely to a groomed dirt road, the location on my cell told me I was nearing the address where I needed to be. Panic suddenly gripped me, what if I'm at the wrong place? What if he's married? What if he was just kind and really didn't like the type of person I was? After all, by the looks of the houses, no, mansions guarded by stone and twisted, heavy iron fencing, this may not be a place I would be accepted in. I had to at least drop off his wallet. Yes, it was early, he had to have gotten home late last night and still sleeping, I could just drop it off at the front door and quickly leave. Yep, that would be the plan, it would work, right? Slowing down and down-shifting into second, tires gripping the damp dirt, I turned into a long paved driveway lined by several sturdy tall oak trees passing a huge gate that looked like it would hold back a tank. The driveway seemed like it was a half mile long, ending near a 5 car garage and a stone / dark wooded mansion. A light misty morning fog coming from the well-manicured deep green lawn sent a chill down my spine, not that I may have been chilled from the ride with the top down, rather just being in a place that was well above my standard of living. Yes, get to the front door, drop the wallet and get out of Dodge asap. Leaving the throaty idling V-8 engine running, I stepped out, nearly ran to the door and as I reached out to the news paper box along side of the rail, the door suddenly opened. "Well good morning" "what a sight to wake up to". I just froze. I couldn't breathe. Nowhere to hide. Mr. Hardbody, dressed in just jeans and well fitting jeans I might add with the top snap undone. No shirt -- pecs to die for and ridged abs that wouldn't quit, greeted me. "Would you like to come in"? " I a, I a, well um. That's it, nothing, nada, boy what an idiot. Looking up, seeing that smirk, the same one that so turned me on last night, hands down, he already had control over me. I a, yep, you dropped your wallet last night, um, just returning it. His smirk turned into a glowing smile as he exited the home, walking past me, he said "you're so damn cute", in his bare feet he continued to walk towards my Mustang. "Suppose we turn this thing off before it burns up all the fuel aboard" he asked or more of a statement, I couldn't tell. I could have died, no wait, I must have died, I don't think I was breathing, I hadn't move an inch, I think my heart stopped. Mr. Hardbody, no his name was Mark, came back to the steps where I was, gently grabbed my arms, pulling me close to him. Yep I'm dead, this couldn't be real. His lips touched mine, damn they were hot! Softly his burning lips parted, his tong penetrated my lips and my head spun like never before. His thumb lightly brushed over my hardening nipple that sent shockwaves straight to my bikini panty encased dick. Wow, this guy just reeked with passion. "Am I interrupting you I asked"? What a dumb ass. Mark wrapped his strong arm over my shoulders, walked me into his home, smiling to himself. The short hallway opened into a huge kitchen and dining area, dark wanes coating lined the gray stoned gas stove / oven, somewhere between the old kitchen met a modern one. Taking it all in with a deep breath suddenly he somehow he was behind me, one arm over my upper chest, the other was slowly moving from my tummy to my lower private area. His hot breath warming the back and side of my neck caused me to melt and his hardening cock pressing into the crack of my butt cheeks. Damn he was good; he surely was pressing the right buttons as I began to harden myself. Not what a gurl wanted to do for such a hot guy, but I couldn't help it, in an instant I was close to cumming. He knew this and took great enjoyment feeling my hard cock, my body quivering like jello, knowing he was in total control of my body, my mind, my passion. Breaking free from his sensual hold he had on me, both physically and mentally I found the strength to step away. Can I make you a breakfast? Or something? Damnit, again being an idiot. I'd rather grab an orange juice and go for a morning swim, care to join me Beth? Mark said in that deep commanding sexy voice. Sure I said, but how did you know I was coming? How did you know it was me at your door? I'm sure you just don't answer the door dressed like that for just anyone! There, I had my confidence back! Mark couldn't hold that spell on me, heck no. Cameras Beth, he said, again that smirk and again he owned me. Wait here Beth, grabbing a t-shirt and pulling it on over his ripped torso, he headed to the front door. That's when I saw his monitor and a tow truck pulling a deep red Continental Pickup truck heading into the driveway. Hey, that's Scumball Roger I blurted out! Mark stopped in his tracks, what? Roger from Roger's towing, he's such a prick! He's been ridiculing me all my life for who I am. Really? Mark asked. Yes, I can't believe you actually hired HIM! I think Mark felt the pain in my voice or at least that I was actually hurt by just knowing Roger was here. Be right back Beth, wait here. Mark walked out of the house and met Roger in the driveway. I was watching and when Roger stepped out of the tow truck, I saw him smile as he looked at my Mustang in the driveway. Mark said something to him, Roger's smile left him in an instant and I could actually see the blood drain from his face. In the next few minutes the pickup was dropped and Roger began to leave without his usual "my shit don't stink" attitude. The prick always had his way of letting people know that he was boss. Well not this time. Another few minutes and a one way conversation through the opened driver's door window by Mark, it looked like Roger couldn't get out of the driveway fast enough. Mark came back into the house, I was nearly in tears and he noticed it right off. Mark again pulled me to his steely chest, one opened hand on my head and I could hear his heart beat. He won't ever bother you again Beth. He said he was moving like right now and I'm a new owner of a tow truck company! Startled, looked up, what? Told him my offer and let him know I don't speak twice, he couldn't move fast enough Mark said with confidence. I don't know if it was fear creeping in or Mark cared that deeply but I felt a bit uncomfortable. Looking into his eyes something seemed dark, scary dark. Come on Beth, let's go for a swim. Steam was lightly floating off the heated pool as Mark led me through a side heavy oak door that led to a spacious private area lined in a high wooden fence. Mark asked if I needed a swim suit, I said no, I actually wore a bikini under my clothes. Go ahead jump in and then Mark headed into a small bath house tucked neatly along the fence line and a few trimmed bushes. I pulled off my white top, wiggled out of my tight shorts and kicked off my sneakers. Feeling quite exposed I slipped into the warm water. Feeling relaxed for the first time in the last half hour or so. Something was still bothering me though, was it the way Mark cared for me or was it the way Roger actually looked frightened? At that moment Mark stepped from the marble stoned walkway and jumped into the pool, diving head first. The only flash I saw was his solid white speedos and they we're tight! Killer body and all, he surfaced right in front of me, looked into my eyes, and cocked his head and asked what's wrong Beth? Shaking off the nervous feelings I said "nothing", grabbed his broad shoulders, pulled myself up and kissed him. Thank you Mark, no one ever stood up for me like that! I kissed him again, pulled myself to him wrapping my long legs around his waist. After what seemed like the most passionate embrace ever, we both broke free from each other and swam to the far side of the pool and back. Mark encouraged me to dry off and soak up some morning sun while he did his laps, this, he indicated with pointing fingers to his abs, doesn't come for free! I exited the pool, dried myself with the softest towels ever and laid back on a fold out plush lawn chair - cot. Lying on my back, I must have drifted off when I noticed Mr. Hardbody sitting next to me, blocking out the sun that was in my eyes a minute ago. I want you Beth, Mark said with the softest, deepest voice, so gentile that I hardly heard him. I smiled as a burning sensation rushed through every part of my 5 foot lean body. Mark turned and lowered his dripping body onto my scanty covered body. I could feel the heat and passion flow between us. Looking deeply into his blue eyes, my lips melted into his, our tongs met and I could feel his hardness press against mine. Suddenly my top was gone exposing my small breasts and harden nipples that again pressed into his. Suddenly my bottoms were gone and his speedo discarded, our naked bodies pressed into each other's. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, without saying a word he knew I was a virgin and I knew he would be gentle knowing that I've never been penetrated. I gave myself freely to Mark as he quietly applied lube. I did feel him enter and he was big, felt like a football, but it was slow, applying so little pressure I didn't realize he was in me to the hilt. I could feel him pulsating as he was so still, soaking in the passion between us. Mark began to move, oh so slowly, almost felt empty and then he leaned into me pushing that massive rod so deep and then withdrawing again, over and over. I have never felt anything like this, every nerve in my body was on fire. Mark leaned his head down, taking first one engorged nipple then the other into his mouth. Sucking so gently, rubbing his tong onto the hard nipple and then drawing most of my tiny breast into his burning mouth. I couldn't help it, my back arched, sparks were flying wildly, wait, no, fireworks, yes big ones were exploding from my private area and spread to the rest of my body. I couldn't breathe, my entire being was shaking, a scream of passion escaped my lips. Then my chest drew in a huge breath of air, another sigh and another. My orgasm build higher and higher and like never before I exploded releasing volley after volley of searing boiling cum between us, soaking Mark's abs. Coming down from the most incredible orgasm I ever experienced, Mark's body tightened, he grunted and his man meat swelled even more, pulsating, filling me with his white cream. Totally spent, neither one of us could move at all. Mark kind of sunk into me, I felt him grow soft and felt empty when he withdrew. Both of our bodies were covered in sweat, cum dripping from Mark's abs, me dripping from where Mark made me his, taking my virginity like no man had ever done before. Either time stood still or we fell asleep, don't know and it didn't matter, we held each other so intently. That smirk, damn him, I couldn't react, he knew I was his and no other. I never felt this way about anyone ever. I didn't have to ask, I knew he'd protect me from anyone or anything. I knew that I would be his comfort whenever he needed me. I knew Mark wouldn't be seeking sex from anyone else. I was at ease, peace filled my being all because Roger couldn't get his pathetic ass out of the bar to do a simple job last night that should have taken 10 minutes instead of almost 2 hours. I should thank Roger but then all the torment he dished out in high school and up to this very day wouldn't be worth it, I think we're even. Come on Beth, lets shower......