The Stranger on Top of Me

In an apartment a man and woman stand close together, holding one another. The scene through the apartment window is beautiful: the sky is dark, the moon is out, and the stars are covered by the lights of the city; music plays softly in the background.

Mark holds Jennifer; they move to the music. Jennifer concentrates on Mark’s movements, she is trying to guess his every move and move along with him.

He kisses her neck. She closes her eyes, and she feels his arms bring their bodies closer together; she feels his chest through their clothing; she feels his lips moving on her neck, barely touching her skin. She smiles as she feels the air from his nostrils playing with the hairs on her neck, and with her eyes closed she can see nothing but feels everything; she feels it when they are naked; she feels it when he molds her body with his hands.

Her world turns upside down; and now, her back feels the fabric of the sheets; her face feels the breath of his breathing; her breasts feel the beat of his heart; her pussy feels the dedication of his labor.

The music continues to play, and she feels it, she does her best to hide it from the stranger on top of her, the feeling fades and she does not have to hide it any more.

Her hands study his body. She puts her hands on his arms, hard and bulging; she feels the veins that protrude from his biceps. She puts her hands on his chest, chiseled and sweaty; she feels his chest flex with each thrust he puts into her. She puts her hands on his back, massive and muscular; she takes her time to study every inch of his back. She puts her hands on his ass, smooth and hard; she feels his ass tighten up every time he tries to goes deeper than his dick allows. Her hands grip his ass-cheeks. His arms bulge, his chest flexes, his back puts in work, and his ass grows tighter and tighter and tighter.

She feels it again, shock hits her: Who is this stranger that makes me hide like this?

She opens her eyes to see what the face of multiple bliss looks like: brown hair, thick eyebrows, green eyes, red cheeks, red lips, and a strong jaw line.

His eyes widen and she feels him grow larger; she knows what is happening to him: his movement becomes faster, his eyes close for a brief moment; and then, his movement gradually slows down until his body comes to a stop. He stays on top of her breathing heavily and looking at her.

She is looking up at him, studying every minute detail of his face--his beautiful face. He gets off her and throws the condom in the trash. He lies back down next to her, and he looks at her, his voice: raspy and still tired from sex, “I love you.”

She rolls on her side, with her back facing Mark, and thinks to herself: I love your big cock. Jennifer turns her head to look at him, “How can you love me? You don’t even know me.”

“Jennifer, I just know that I love you, and I do know you.”

She covers herself with the blanket and keeps her thoughts to herself: You don’t know me! Fool. “I want to go to sleep. Can you leave now,” she says.

Mark gets up from the bed. He gets dressed and walks out of Jennifer‘s apartment. Minutes later Jennifer walks over to her desk; she sits down and begins writing in her journal . . .