Walking home alone one warm, humid evening, after a few drinks at the bar with some girl friends, I could feel him following me as I walked down the alleys and back roads. I could see no one but a stray cat and a few birds returning to their nests for the night, but could hear distant footsteps and the fading noises of the city... and someone a little way behind me. I knew it was a man, as the steps were far apart and heavy, and there was no clacking noise as though from high heels on shoes. He must be a tall man to have such long strides I thought.
Seeing no one, I kept walking, and soon approached the front doorstep of my humble cottage. I could not see or hear anyone or anything but silence now, and It was such a peaceful night that I could not help but to stop and look up at the beautiful night sky. After a minute, I went inside and took my black high-heels and coat off, and then decided I’d have a nice warm bubble bath.
I went upstairs to my bedroom, and slowly started getting undressed. reached up under my red dress and pulled down my stockings to my knees, brushing my right-hand thumb against my sensitive and neglected clitoris as I did so. Mmn, that felt good, I thought, and ran my thumb sensually back over it a few more times. I laid down on my queen-sized bed then reached down with my other hand and pulled my black lacy knickers to the side a little so I could sneak a finger in. As I slowly let one finger slip inside me, I let out a quiet moan, and then another finger eased its way in... and out... and in again...
I let my other hand slide up under my dress and caress an already hard nipple. I was picturing a man: tall, muscular, handsome... with a huge throbbing cock...
I reached over and pulled the top drawer on my bedside table open, still with my fingers inside me...
It was then, that I heard a knock at the door.
Quickly letting down my dress and pulling my stockings back up, I walked out to the door, a little annoyed at having my fun interrupted.
I opened the door and saw a tall, dark, fit, and handsome stranger standing there. He was a bit Spanish looking, or maybe Italian. “Good evening” he said... “May I use your bathroom?”. I hadn’t ever had anyone come to my door wanting to use my bathroom before, but I replied “Sure, come this way”, and led him in the direction of the toilet.
I recognised this man, from somewhere...
As I thought about it, I realised I had seen him at the bar earlier that night talking with some friends of mine. He was rather familiar... Perhaps we had even met before. That must have been why my friend Kat had sent me a text saying “have fun!” He must have been asking about me and she had sent him here. Anyway, I thought, I’ll ask him when he comes out of the bathroom.
I went back to my bedroom which was just across the hall, and couldn’t resist the urge to start touching myself again. I laid down on my bed and ripped my stockings off this time, pulling them hard, down towards my feet and off. I pulled off the red dress I was wearing and threw it to the floor. I was dying to get my fingers back inside my warm, wet pussy.
In and out my fingers went, as I imagined a handsome man licking his way around and around my yearning pussy. I wanted to feel his wet tongue teasing me and then his rock hard cock pressing up against me as he slid up on top of me.
The stranger must have heard me moaning with pleasure across the hallway, lost in my fantasy, because I soon caught a glimpse of what looked like him peering through the keyhole of the bedroom door, watching me intently. Because it was an old house, it had large keyholes and very little insulation in the walls which meant that noises were easily heard through walls.
I quickly averted my eyes and pretended I hadn’t seen him, and continued fingering my already wet pussy and stroking my clit. The thought of a stranger watching me touch myself was a bit of a turn-on, I admitted to myself. I found myself moaning louder and louder and moving my fingers in and out, faster and faster, and fondling my breasts as I did this.
I reached a hand up from my breast and stuck a finger in my mouth, licking and sucking it... toying with it and teasing it as I would a throbbing cock. I could hear the stranger’s breathing getting heavier as he became more and more turned on behind the door. A second finger snuck into my mouth and I was moaning loudly. I was thinking how I would love a massive cock in my mouth right now, and still fingering my now dripping pussy with my other hand.
He opened the door and stood there, waiting for me to say something. I could see, by the light of the lamp that was on, a huge bulge where his hard cock was aching to bust through his pants. I didn’t say a word, but gazed at him while teasing him with the two fingers that were in my mouth. He pulled his cock out through the already open zipper in his pants. It barely fit through- and it was no small opening! His cock was huge as I had predicted, and bigger than I had seen before. It must have been 9 inches, and very thick. Just the sight of it excited me immensely.
He was looking at my tits through the black lace bra I was wearing. They were a good size too, at a 10DD, and as he moved closer, the anticipation was growing. His cock was getting harder and harder by the second.
He stood by the bedside with his cock hanging out through his pants, and I leaned over and embraced it with both my hands. I was excited, and very, very wet. I was picturing how amazing it would feel to just ravage him there and then, taking his whole length inside me... I could barely hold back.
I took the tip of his dick in my mouth slowly, looking up at his handsome face. His dick filled my whole mouth and it felt amazing.
I started moving my hands to pleasure his shaft gently, while teasing him with my mouth and tongue.