I began this story on October 28th of last year. Its an erotic short that I hope will get attention from readers who like to entice their senses. This story is unfinished. I will continue to write this story as readers give me feedback. Whether it be encouraging words to keep going or constructive criticism, this story will have an ending. Please be aware it does have adult content and profanity.
Taabia Dupree presents The Stranger
The first night happened by mistake. I was riding home on the bus. It was crowded. I really hated the idea of getting on, but I was exhausted from a long day of back to back meetings.
I got on, paid my fair, and scooted past several people to get close to the back door. When it was my time to get off, I wanted an easy excape.
Every day for the past month, Mr. Sexy, got on two stops after I did. He would make his way to the back. I suspected he had the same idea as my own, quick exit. Today, he stood close by me. His arms were raised above his head as he held on to the overhead bar.
My pulse always quickend when I saw him because he had one of those bodies one only dreams of making love to, from head to toe, with my lips and tongue. Oy, I know its wrong to think so, but my boyfriend, sexy in his own right, does not have muscles like Mr. Sexy.
I sighed from contention. Those who knew my man would loudly protest my observation, BF vs Mr. Sexy. I admitted to myself frequently it was wrong to think more than a thought of adequate approval for Mr. Sexy’s body, but I always seemed to go a few steps further and fantasized about him as we bumped our way on the bus towards our destinations.
Tonight as I fantasized about those strong arms holding me in place, it happened. I nearly fell into the lap of an elderly man. Mr. Sexy caught me and pressed my back to him, held me tight, and asked me in a whisper, “Are you, ok?”
My gawd, his voice! A singular, small question, had my clit pulsating. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass and like some virgin, I squeaked, “Yes!”
A soft chuckle I heard against my right ear. Mm, blissful. As the bus jolted us and bumped along, Mr. Sexy held me firmly with one arm, pressed against my belly. Holding me still. A few times the bus started and stopped and his hardness pushed against me, then slid from side to side.
I felt breathless, but anyone else may have felt assaulted. I grinned, this was a fantasy come true. I don’t think he would be doing this to just anyone. I’d like to think, he made this all happen, just for me.
My thoughts were interrupted by a passenger who excused himself as we seperated to allow him pass. I took that opportunity to turn and my mouth gaped open as I faced the sexiest pair of eyes and full beautifully plump looking lips. The truth of what I always thought about him, stood directly in front of me. I had a lustful crush on a stranger.
I gripped the bar above me with one hand and the side bar with the other. Lordy, do I come off desperate? Am I panting?
Mr. Sexy looked into my eyes and once again pulled me close. I dare not respond with a kiss to those come-hither looking lips. But when will I have this chance again? I’m damn sure not shy. Then again, what do onlookers think?
Pfft, why care what others observe? Perhaps they think we are lovers who can’t wait to get home and rip each others close off.
Hmm, my body responded to this man the first time I saw him. Why not be bold?
I slowly released my right hand on the bar. I would be a fool to drop my left hand grip on the side bar. Who the hell wants to be jolted by a sudden stop and land on the floor in front of this man? So, with crafty maneuvering, my boldness brings me to gently push my hand between us. Rock hard was an understatement. This guy was thick! He was long, and stone hard.
It was a bit difficult to turn my palm but I maneuvered enough to rub the length of him. I licked my lips. I wanted this man. I wanted to stick my hand in his pants, go to my knees and pleasure us both. The thought of my tongue and mouth working in unison, up and down his shaft, had my clit thumping. Mm, my palate loved a thick dick. Tasting him would be beyond an enjoyment for me. My appetite for cocks is something I have kept secret, even from my boyfriend. He refuses to allow me to pleasure him orally. That man actually said it was distateful. The nerve of him. What century was he really born in? Who doesn’t like oral sex?
I heard the intake of his breath as I rubbed. It brought me back to reality. He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t stop.” I didnt. I rubbed, squeezed, and could not help fantasizing once more about what it would be like to have him in my mouth. How could I stop? I longed to hear his whispers of joy in my ear.
As I became more excited of our little tryst, another passenger yelled he needed to get by. I whined outright, and seperated from my sexy stranger. I had hoped it to be only brief, but one, then two other passengers were excusing themselves as they headed between us and out the door.
Just as I looked back at him, he leaned in and whispered, “Take care.” I blinked, trying to understand. Was I now being rejected? Had I gone too far?
No, he the wink came before he headed towards the front. The bell sounded and shortly there after, I saw his muscular arms move. Then, they were gone.
I quickly turned to peek outside. There, right as the bus pulled off, Mr. Sexy stood. A quick wave that I almost missed as he walked away. The bus continued on its journey to the next stop, mine.
I got off hurriedly. I stretched my neck, and slanted my body, here and there, but there was no sight of him. He was gone.
I felt lost and alone. The exhaustion from the day began to take its toll. My handbag dropped and it was caught by a large male hand. I turned quickly with an over zealous thought, it was him.
Of course not, you dolt. The one who lived with you. The one who called you earlier in the day to tell you he would meet you at the bus stop, stood there beaming at you. Excitedly, he hugged you. “Hey! Im happy to see you too, baby! Guess you got that promotion, huh?”
I wanted to cry. I was so horny and I knew I would be disappointed if I suggested to rush home and have sex on the living room couch.
“Baby?” He said with concern in his voice.
I feigned elation to see him and hugged him tight. My sigh was of disappointement, but he took it as any narcisst would, he thought it was me being estatic in having him there to walk me home.
He pulled me away and pressed his lips firmly against mine. A quick peck and we were walking towards our condo’s building. Not even holding hands. No more than a quick PDA, and Daniel began to discuss his day. Not even remarking about his earlier comment about a promotion.
I half listened as he gauffawed about a lawyer at the firm who told a joke that had them all in hysterics at their weekly meeting.
I tried not to roll my eyes.
As we walked I continued to sigh. My lust for a stranger should have made me feel guilty. I didn’t. I felt displaced. Which made me seriously think about my relationship with the talkative man beside me. Am I really that unhappy? Did I just feel up on a man I don’t know?
Daniel interrupted my thoughts with a firm hand grip. I yelped and he said, “What are you thinking about so seriously? You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?”
He looked angry. So, what? I’m angry too!
“I want to fuck!” I yelled.
He gripped my shoulders and asked me had I lost my everlasting mind.
Before I could answer, the man practically dragged me the rest of the way home.
I tried not to snatch away when he pulled me towards the door to the building. I knew any kind of dirty talk was taboo to Daniel. Using the work fuck was like I had cursed the heavens. I love fucking. You’d think I was an alien or something.
Daniel unlocked the door, waited for me to pass him as I walked in before he exploded. Wow, he even slammed the door. Did the fool forget the place wasn’t sound proof? His voice carried to neighbors. I often wondered what they thought of me. I know what one bitch thinks. The obnoxious sex addict. That is what that bitch called me when I overheard them talking about me. He apologized to her for the exaggerated sounds that came from our place. What the fuck! Damn. So what if I enjoyed a good pounding from behind. The sounds I make with Daniel are quiet, but with Pinky and I, now that’s a different story
Ms. Bitch lived next door and she once complained to the association that tenants next to her were too noisy. Daniel was livid. He came up with rules for vaccuming, music & television operation, and the topper, what time of night was the best for love making. He actually spoke to her after the letter came from the association, about her schedule, to appease her. Really? Bitch please!
Not only did that piss me off, but I yelled that day as loud as I could, Are you fucking tenant 1346, Daniel? What a hoot that was because I swear he foamed at the mouth from anger and shock. That night I had the best orgasm. Me and my pink dildo took our relationship to another level.
Presently, he loudly explained why we aren’t married yet. I ignored him and contemplated my dilemma. I realized I needed more than a sexual release. I needed a man who would appreciate me for me. What a quandary. On one hand I live with a man who gives me tangible proof he cares for me. Didn’t he just buy me a watch worth six grand? But on the other hand, what I really crave is, affectionate. How does such an articulate, intelligent man not know how to be affectionate? He reads up on everything. Why not read up on how to show love instead of using materialistic things to show your feelings? I don’t even wear the damn watch! Take me in your arms and kiss me until I give into your demands. Demand I become yours. Kiss my neck with butterfly kisses that make me quiver. Grab my hair and look into my eyes and tell me you love me. Then kiss me like you desperately need my touch.
The man kisses are ugh. I thought loving him would be enough. We’ve lived together for almost a year and we’ve cuddled at least three times in bed. I had to bitch just to get that from him. He argued I knew he wasn’t the romantic type. Angelika, what type of blinders do you have on?
As Daniel droned on and on, I craved a pair of soft, full lips. I began to fantasize about Mr. Sexy. I literally had an orgasm standing in the middle of our living room. My tongue wet my lips as I began to pant. I closed my eyes and watched my fantasy play out as if it was on a big screen in a theater.
Daniel’s voice slowly began to quiet as I moaned from the touch of my fantasy man.
How did it get here? How did I fall for Daniel when I really wanted a man that could make my clit jump and turn me into mush.