Nocturnal Comfort

The moment I entered the house, I could tell something wasn't right. The lights were still off, sure, but every room in the house had a lit candle, which filled the house with an intoxicating scent. Those things must have contained pheromones of some sort, because my pants got tighter and tighter and my focus weakened a little. Once I confirmed that the areas were safe, I cautiously went upstairs. With each step, my heartbeat quickened and it got harder to move. Halfway up, I noticed something. There was a pair of jeans on the staircase. They were far too skinny to be mine, which meant that the intruder was female, and that she was close by.

Upstairs was barely different than down below: no electricity on, candles everywhere, and the rooms empty. One thing stood out, though. There was a shirt on the floor nearby my bedroom door, followed by a trail of chocolates and more candles. I walked over, careful not to knock over any of the candles (I'd been putting off getting a fire extinguisher) and ate a chocolate or two. The instant I did, the already strange and overwhelming feeling I had been experiencing multiplied tenfold and the tent my crotch displayed grew. Under normal circumstances, I'd be mortified to have my arousal so obviously displayed when there's company, but, with my current state of mind, modesty was the least of my concerns. I took a minute to gather what wits I had left about me and continued to my bedroom. Just in front of the door, there was a pair of dark red panties. I picked them up and noticed two things. They were an uncommon blend of cotton and lace...and they were very, very wet. Whoever this mystery woman was, she had definitely been waiting for me. With this in mind, I opened my bedroom door.

What I found was a scene most men only hear about. Candles were everywhere, giving the room a subtle glow, enough to find your way around. What drew my attention, however, was the person sitting on my bed with her legs crossed, which always helps a woman look sexy in some way. She was wearing a lace garter and stockings. She didn't have a bra on, which, for some reason, didn't surprise me, as she seemed familiar. Her expression, which also rang a bell, looked predatory and she beckoned me closer. I was about to comply, but somehow, I was able to recall a very important factor, something most men in my position would carelessly ignore: this woman was a stranger in my house. My dazed expression hardened (along with my member, which was hard enough already) and, displaying her soaked panties, I asked, "I assume these are yours, Ma'am?" Her purple coated lips smiled deviously as she nodded wordlessly. "I see," I continued, trying to sound somewhat defensive, given the situation. "Then would you care to tell me how you got in my house and why you're here?"

She spoke in a tone that was calm and even, yet seemed to drip with lust. "You door was open and you neglected to turn on your alarm. As for why I'm here..." She uncrossed her legs as she spoke, "...I think that answer is obvious."

Even with the dim lighting. I could see that she had made quite a mess on my bed waiting for me to arrive. As I was about to reply, she cut me off. "Why are you so surprised? I did promise you a 'next time', didn't I?"

Another bell rang. The way she said those words...it was almost as if she'd said them to me before... As I racked my brain, I took a good look at her goddess-like figure. Her legs were thick, yet strong and her torso was curved. Her hot opening was dripping with her juices as she moved her fingers in and out of herself, right in front of me, no less. Her breasts were supple and very tempting covered in sweat. Then, suddenly, it hit me! The scorching day in the alley! It was her whom I saw getting pleasured. "It was you!" She nodded the affirmative. "But, h-how did you...?"

She grinned as she explained. "I'd seen you around plenty since then. I asked about you, making sure not to mention that day." She slowly rose and stepped towards me. "I found out where you lived, what your house was like, when you' be home from your job... Most importantly, I found out what kind of person you are." We were very close to one another at this point, the pungent aroma of her sex rolling off of her in waves.

"Oh?" I managed to say. "And what did you discover?" She smiled warmly and lustfully as she ran her hand over my bulge.

"You're dependable, kind, strong-willed, a complete sweetheart and pretty damn smart. Basically, your heart is as big as your dick. And I've seen your dick already."

I blushed at that, but something was bothering me. "Hold on...won't your lover take offense to you being here?"

She frowned almost immediately. "It doesn't matter. He's out. I want you in...now."

I frowned as well. "I don't even know your name..." Without another word, she quickly unzipped my pants, allowing my cock to spring forth as if it were coming out for air. She watched it, twitching and wet with precum and licked her lips. As she bent down, she whispered something – her name, I believe – but I didn't hear it clearly. Before I could ask, however, she started licking my member all over, slowly. Her experienced tongue covered every inch of me, and the only thought that went through my mind was that I was glad I was clean.

She then started sucking my full length, her cheeks inhaling as she went down on my cock. She kept her hands busy, fondling my balls with one hand and her wet folds with another. After 5 minutes of this, I was close to cumming when she stopped, looking at my expression. "Mm-mm. Not yet," she said. She then led me to my bed and practically shoved me upon it. I was about to protest when I looked at her eyes. Behind the glazed lust, I could see something else...sadness. It occurred to me that this gorgeous woman had been hurt – bad – and had come to me for comfort.

I felt flattered somehow and my member stiffened in response. I knew it was my duty as a man to ease her pain somehow. I was broken from my reverie by her crawling towards me with a hungry countenance. She straddled me and growled a little. "Hope you're ready..." She then impaled herself on my cock, screaming as she was filled with me. I was overwhelmed by the warmth and tightness of her. My lap was soon soaked, indicating that she had sprayed in orgasm. She only took a moment to ride her high before she started riding me in earnest.

She moved her tantalizing hips up and down like a professional, making sure she got all of me in her each time, hitting the places she knew would give her the most pleasure. She never let up, not even for a moment. As she rode me, she grabbed her hands and held on to me as if I were her lifeline. She looked at me with a desperate, almost crazed expression, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside her head. Soon enough, she came again, drenching my lap further with her white cream. As her second (or third) orgasm took her, she threw her head back and yelled my name to the heavens. My heart went out to this woman, this stranger who went out of her way to find me for this night. She took a moment to gather herself, before she flipped us over.

Now lying on her back, she pulled my head close to hers, poring into my eyes. It was clear what she wanted. Without a second thought, I thrust myself within her, powerfully and quickly. As I squeezed and sucked at her luscious breasts, her moans got louder and louder. After a few more minutes, I could feel her pussy tightening on me once more and I knew she was getting close to her limit, as was I. She knew this, and brought her face to mine once more.

She then spoke to me. "I want you to come with me. Now." She moved her hips to match my own whispered to me over and over, "Fill my pussy, fill my pussy, fill my pussy..." After 10 repeats of that mantra, I did as she asked and released myself in her, growling like a beast as I did. She screamed one last time as her final orgasm for the night washed over her like a tidal wave, and we both collapsed on the bed.

When it was over, I heard say to me, in a tired, satisfied voice, "Thank you..."

I couldn't help but smile and reply, "You're welcome." As we fell asleep for the evening, I made a decision. I would be there for her and ease her pain in whatever way I could. Even if she was still a stranger to me, I would comfort her the best way I knew how. I would not abandon her. I could not.

I didn't know what the morning would bring. Answers, revelations, perhaps problems. Heck, I may just be a one-night stand to this woman. Whatever the case may be, I have no regrets about this night.