Sensual Stranger

She came out of the shower, a few drops of water still clinging to her, hair still damp, wrapping her green satin robe around her body.. enjoying its feel against her bare skin.

She wondered about the phone call. The voice sounded familiar... in fact, it sounded like someone she had just spoken to recently. Perhaps someone from her job at the cafe? Or possibly someone she'd met in passing from the apartment building? But she couldn't quite place the voice. The masculine voice certainly didn't sound American, there was a calming delicate accent of some kind ... yet it called her by name and asked what she was doing that evening ...... and, when she had said that she was staying home, the soft voice suggested that she leave her apartment door unlatched and see what might happen that night - if she was feeling brave enough, that is.. then, just as suddenly, with a click the voice was gone.

She wasn't sure that she did feel brave ..... but the voice sounded rather intriguing and, she had to face it, life had been pretty routine lately. Choosing to ignore the feelings of doubt and fear running through her head, she walked over to the front door and slipped the latch, leaving the door shut but not locked ... Thinking nothing would happen. It was probably just a joke.

She wandered back into the kitchen and looked at the dishes stacked up next to the sink. They weren't going to wash themselves, she decided. She filled the sink with hot water and start to wash them.

She had almost finished when she thought she heard a slight noise from the direction of her front door. She froze for a moment, listening. Then silence returned. So she eased, and carried on as if nothing had happened.

Just as she stacked the last clean dishes she felt two strong, yet gentle, hands taking hold of her hips. She startled and froze. She felt her heart skip, unsure of what to do ... unable to move ... fear enveloped her, paralyzing her.. The hands continued firmly, but unthreateningly. And the realization that a murderer or mugger, or someone who meant her harm would not have been so gentle.. and could have done serious damage by now - so, she held back her scream. She drew in a sharp breath as the hands touched her shoulders, the thumbs caressing the back of her neck. She stood silently frozen, staring forward with the stranger to her back ... Waiting with anticipation as to what was to came next.

That turned out to be a hand sweeping her long soft black hair behind her ear, and then a warm breath on her neck. The hands running down the outside of her arms, taking in the feel of her beneath the satin robe. She stood still, still unsure of what to do. Feeling insecure, but also, starting to relax gradually with mounting speculation as to where the stranger was taking her.

Then out of nowhere a piece of silk was passed in front of her face and tied gently but firmly over her eyes to act as a blindfold! She reached up to touch it as it passed over her eyes. Somehow, the ensuing touch of fear from losing one of her senses, added deliciously to her excitement. And she felt a wave of warm pleasure run through her entire body. Losing her sight seemed to highlight her awareness of everything around her. How close this man was standing behind her ... The feel of the heat from his body along the curve of her back and buttocks. The soft way that he breathed, and the sweet scent of him...

The hands were moving from her arms, down her back to her hips ... and then forward under her arms to the front of her body. She felt them run down her abdomen then up to hold her breasts, squeezing gently, as if to gauge their consistency. The two hands were roaming independently now, feeling her body through the thin satin robe. She felt as if she were naked beneath their touch.

Then the hands coordinated long enough to loosen the sash, letting the robe fall open at the front and allowing the hands to run over the front of her body without hindrance. By this time, she had committed herself to letting happen whatever was going to happen! Her pulse was racing, her breathing was heavy and her legs were trembling as she let herself lean forward against the sink. Feeling so turned on.

The hands were becoming feverish in their exploration now, running up and down, fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples, then pulling her back a little to allow them to slide down to enjoy the smoothness of her thighs or to toy with the curls of her pubic hair. The breath on her neck was evolving into heated panting.

Then the hands came to a decision ... they swept down to her hips and lifted up the back of her robe. One hand pulled her hips back away from the sink while the other, on the back of her neck, bent her forward. The hand at her hips sent fingers probing between her legs and found her wet and aroused.

Then she felt a poking and prodding from behind as something hard but smooth began to nuzzle at her wet opening, begging admission. Without conscious thought, she arched her back, thrusting her buttocks out and was rewarded by the feel of his welcome curved hardness urging its way into her quivering softness.

Then, the hands lifted her until she was on tiptoes, with her face almost in the water and she had a bizarre moment of enlightenment wherein she almost laughed at the thought that she was bent over her washing up water, wearing a blindfold, with a hard stranger pushing deliciously into her! If only her neighbors knew about this side of her. How much this excited her. It was totally contrary to her quiet and good girl image that they had of her....

Then, those thoughts were forgotten as the hardness began to thrust in and out of her, with her body being rocked back and forth over the sink and her toes hardly touching the ground.

Her excitement had begun with some fear and trepidation. Then it was augmented by the novelty of the situation. Now, having had a good start, it was building up through the age-old instinctive reaction, her body acting automatically, the sensation spreading from her crotch down her legs and up through her quivering abdomen.

She felt like an animal, grunting in satisfaction with each thrust against her buttocks. She felt him begin to tense and felt his movements become erratic. She knew that he was about to come inside her and, as always, this lifted her towards her own climax. His breathing became heavier. He jerked convulsively, and she felt him spurt warmly inside her and the hot liquid splash sent her far over into her own orgasm as she clutched the sink and strained up onto her toes..

He held her firmly as she shuddered her way to fulfillment and stayed with her firmly. Then reluctantly eased out of her, letting her down fully onto her feet. Then, leaving the blindfold on, he led her into her bedroom and she realized that there was plenty more to come ......