Chapter 2

It looked like an accident, but the timing had been perfect. Ted turned the corner just as she crossed the street, and for a full half-block, the pair ran side by side.

"Lovely day," he said.

"Yeah."

Those were the first words the two had ever spoken.

Jogging in place while they waited for the light at the next corner, he turned to her and asked, "Do you eat breakfast?"

She flushed guiltily and said, "I should, but I don't. I never have time."

"Care for a bagel?"

She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Why not?"

He grinned. It was just like he planned.

The bagel bar was hardly more than a hole in the wall, and they had to wait for another couple to leave before settling at a small table in the corner.

"So, we finally meet," he said to her with a smile.

She laughed. "I suppose it was inevitable. How long has it been now? Five days? Seven."

"Eight," he said with surety. "You've been counting?" He nodded. "And dreaming." She laughed, and his cock twitched. "About me."

"Yes."

"Me, too," she said, quickly taking a sip of her coffee.

"I hope I haven't kept you awake at night."

"Oh, not in bed-" she caught herself, realizing her admission.

Her blush was as pretty as it had been on the street comer.

"Where?" he asked her.

"In the bathtub," she replied sheepishly.

"Did you-"

"That's no question to ask a lady!"

"And you, I suppose, are quite the lady."

She sighed. "More than I want to be."

Her simple statement told him all he needed to know about her. "I did it in the shower," he said, his eyes twinkling as he watched her over the brim of his coffee cup for her reaction. "And it was wonderful."

She grinned and looked around. "It was glorious for me, too."

"A pity."

She knew exactly what he meant, and so she wasn't terribly shocked at his next suggestion. "We ought to try it together sometime."

Feeling comfortable in the fact the man was a perfect stranger and that nothing would ever come of it, she felt safe in giving him a coquettish wink and saying, "Yes, let's do that sometime."

"Do you work?"

She nodded.

He took two quarters from the pocket of his sweatpants and placed them on the table. "Let's call in sick."

Her heart fluttered. The audacity of the man! She glanced at her watch. She had known him for exactly fourteen and a half minutes, and he was already suggesting something lewd.

"I'll go first," he said, taking a quarter and getting up from the table.

He watched her as he phoned. He saw the indecision in her face slowly give way to a decisive smile as she ignored the opportunity to flee. She took her quarter and headed for the phone as he returned to his seat.

Back on the street, jogging again, he asked her, "My place or yours?"

"Oh, Lord! I've never done this kind of thing."

"Then we'd better make it my place; the neighbors are used to it."

A shudder of fear ran through Leena as the door closed behind them. What was she doing here? Alone, in this apartment, with this strange man? What was his attraction? Why had she succumbed so easily to his seduction?

She looked at him as he stepped back to admire her. He was only average height and build, but his bearing radiated excitement. His face was aglow; he was probably congratulating himself on his conquest.

"Would you like something to drink?"

She started to say yes, but changed her mind. She needed to be wary, to keep her head clear. "I think not."

"You're right." He smiled. Charmingly. "We don't need the extra stimulation, do we?" Lifting her hand, he kissed it gently.

The back of her hand tingled pleasantly.

"I should be going," she said, pulling her hand away. "I shouldn't have come."

"Why so soon?" His eyes twinkled with challenge. "You haven't seen my apartment yet."

"I don't think that's really why you brought me here."

"And I don't think that's really why you came."

His eyes locked with hers and slowly took charge of her spirit. After a long moment, she sagged in resignation.

"Do we take time to get to know each other?" she asked. "Or do we just... . "

"Fuck?"

She winced at the word.

"Do you want a relationship? Or just a good time?"

There was a quiver in her smile as she reached up and touched his face. "I already have a relationship," she said softly.

He grasped her hand and kissed it again. "Then let's have a good time."

"So, what's next?"

He laughed. "You sound like a martyr."

She blushed. "I'm sorry. It's just that this is all so new to me. I don't know what's come over me. I've never done anything like this at all. Really."

"But you want to do it now?"

She thought for a moment, then grinned. "Yes! I want to do it all! All the things-"

"-that you've never done before?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Then take off your clothes."

"What?" She stiffened in shock.

"Take off your clothes," he said simply. "I'll bet you've never done that before, have you? Stripped before a man? Posed naked before him while he inspected every nook and cranny of your body, cataloguing every imperfection?"

"Oh, Lord! I have so many."

"I'll bet you're just being modest," he said, settling back into a chair.

The idea of being watched by a stranger while she undressed was strangely exciting. In one quick motion, she jerked her heavy sweatshirt over her head. She felt bare, despite her simple bra, and her fingers trembled as she bent over to untie her shoes. When her running shoes and socks had been pushed aside, she stood again, her feet bare with her toes snuggling into the soft carpet.

She looked at him and groaned inwardly. Oh, God! This is terrible! My nipples are hard and my pussy is flowing... . The feeling of excitement made her stand proudly as she slipped off her sweatband and tossed her head to release her long, blonde tresses and let them cascade over her shoulders.

"Lovely," he breathed softly.

And how about these? She held her breath as she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her bared nipples tingled as the cool air wafted across them.

He muttered something, a low, guttural sound.

She untied her sweats and stood as if in a trance as they slid down her legs. Giving reign to a desire she had always stifled before, she posed wantonly, clad only in her panties, and squeezed her breasts, demonstrating their firm consistency. Her hands moved downward and swept away her panties.

His breathing deepened, the sound seeming to fill the room as he reacted to the sight of her heavy tits and her dark pussy. The black hair there had always been an embarrassment to her, such a sharp contrast to the wealth of naturally blonde curls that flowed around her shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Touch yourself!" he ordered.

She shivered excitedly, standing naked before the strange man, and responded to his demand. Her hand moved as if it were not her own, and she pressed her fingers to her cunt. One finger split her labia, and juices ran out to wet the insides of her thighs. A fingertip caressed her clit.

"You're hot," he said gruffly. "I can smell your pussy.

"Yes, I'm hot," she replied, red with embarrassment. Suddenly, she felt shamefully naked, and out of place. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He stood and stepped toward her. "I like a responsive woman."

He touched her face and tilted her chin upward at a proud angle. His finger moved up to comb through her hair, then down along the line of her throat to her chest. He stroked her breast and caught a nipple between his fingertips.

"I'm Ted," he said.

"Leena," she answered, looking into his eyes. His hair was mussed from their run and just begged to have her fingers run through it.

"I like your looks, Leena." He squeezed her nipple and rolled it between his fingertips.

She let out a soft cry.

He chuckled. "Yes, I do like a responsive woman," he said, fingering her nipples until the puckered tips became two hard, outthrust pink spikes.

His hand continued downward, brushing across her torso. She shuddered and parted her thighs. He touched her pussy.

"I...I hope I'm not a disappointment."

"My dreams didn't do you justice," he said, drawing a finger along her slit and rubbing her clit.

It felt wonderful, standing there, letting a stranger touch her. Her body blossomed beautifully as her expectations built.

"Nor mine," she said. "I imagined you'd be cruder, quicker."

"You mean, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am?"

"Well, not quite that quick." She grinned, his humor easing her jitters. "Would you mind... getting undressed?"

"Why?" he teased.

"Because... " she reached down and pressed her hand against the solid bulk of his cock through his sweat pants, ". . .I want to see this...your cock."

Ted crossed his arms around his stomach and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. His chest was covered with hair, and thick muscles flexed with his movements.

"Let me," she whispered, reaching inside the waistband of his pants for the drawstring that held them up. The thick mat of hair low on his belly felt silky against the back of her hand. She gasped as his sweats loosened and fell from his thighs.

Her hands shaking, she peeled down his jock strap and let the firm length of his cock stretch free. She grasped the shaft and felt its heft and its warmth. A sticky drop of pre-cum oozed from its tip.

Unable to resist the temptation, she stole it with her fingertip and touched the finger to her mouth.

The sexy action brought a growl from him, and he clasped her, drawing them tightly together so that they thrilled to the feel of each other's body. Her pussy lips quivered as the length of his cock pressed against her seam.

She rubbed her breasts into the alluring nap of hair that covered his chest. A pulse of desire rippled through her cunt.

They didn't kiss. There was no need for it; they had expressed no love for each other and just the touch of their bodies supplied enough arousal to fuel their passions.

He pushed back and stared at her tits.

"I've never seen finer," he said, dropping his mouth to her nipples.

She pressed her tits to his face as he sucked, his mouth bouncing back and forth from one beautiful breast to the other. His hands reached down to squeeze her ass cheeks while his mouth feasted on her tit flesh.

He took his time, lingering over each sweet, fleshy melon, as if worshipping their perfection, and he sucked her pink nipples, sending jolts of sensation spinning through her.

Unable to stand anymore, she pushed him away. Taking her turn, she bent to kiss his chest. His skin had the piquant, salty flavor of sweat, and his chest hair tickled her chin as she tongued the rubbery surfaces of his masculine nipples.

An erotic urge drew her mouth downward, and she slipped gracefully to one knee as she licked the sweat from his belly. She had never done anything like this before, never taken her time to thoroughly enjoy a man's body. The few times she had made love had always been hurried gropings in the dark, frenzied rushes to satisfy sordid urges, never lengthy, appetite-rousing exploitations of the human senses.

Her tongue had never licked clean the deep dimple of a man's navel before, and her nostrils had never twitched to the odor of an active man's crotch.

She sat back on her heels and stared at the stretched immensity of man meat while her mind tried to categorize the aroma and decide whether it was an acrid stench or a sweet, arousing fragrance. She decided it was a little of both, and she licked her lips as she stared at the bead of oily moisture that crowned the fat cocktip. She remembered its taste on her fingertips and wondered how much more flavorful it would be directly from the source.

She licked it away. Excitement chilled her spine. Her tongue returned to part the tiny split, searching for more.

Had Leena paused to think about what she was doing, she would have had second thoughts. But, somehow, her reservations had fallen away with her clothes, and the knowledge that this man was a stranger whom she knew nothing more about than his name allowed her to bare her passions more fully than she could possibly do with a friend. He was simply an instrument of pleasure for her, as she would be for him, a Romeo and a whore, nothing more.

Grasping his balls, she used their soft bulk for a handle to pull his prick into position so that she could lick its head and tantalize her taste buds with its heady flavor. She kissed it, and somehow it found its way into her mouth. Her tongue swished around the big, pulsing shaft, and she gobbled the meat down until her nose was tangled in his pubic hair.

Ted gasped and rolled his hips, working his cock in her mouth as if it were a pussy.

"God, baby! Suck that hard-on! Suck it!"

Leena had never heard such words before, and her head began bobbing over his prick, bouncing while she sucked hard on the stiff prong. She had never done anything so nasty...so erotically exciting...in her entire life.

Her hands slipped around to squeeze his buttocks while she pumped on his cock, and her fingers massaged the firm hairy flesh and crept into the sweat-damp crevice that separated his ass cheeks.

He winced as he watched his glistening rod slide in and out between those pretty, puckered lips, and thrilled to the feel of their wet tightness stroking his sensitive prick flesh. He hadn't expected such a complete loss of inhibitions, at least not so quickly, but it delighted him. He could think of only one thing he wanted more than to come in her mouth-which was going to happen real soon.

"Cool it, baby," he said, lifting Leena's head from his throbbing boner. "Let's go into the bedroom."

"Oh, my God!" A red flush came over Leena's face as the pause allowed the reality of what she was doing to sink in. "I'm so sorry!"

He chuckled and coaxed her back to a standing position. "Sorry? For what?"

"I just got carried away! My God, I'm so embarrassed! I've never-I swear! I've never done that before!"

"What? Never sucked a cock?"

"No! Of course not!"

He chuckled. "We'll get back to that later. And more. I'll bet you've never had your pussy eaten, either."

Her eyes widened. "Do people really do that?"

He couldn't help laughing at her innocence. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom so I can fuck you properly."

"W-which way?"

He splayed a hand around her fanny to start her in the right direction. The soft twitching ass was too tantalizing to resist, so he poked a finger into her naked asshole, goosing her.

"Oh!" she squealed, covering her ass protectively as she hopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back. Her legs splayed, and her knees came up automatically. "You're a nasty man!"

"Isn't that what you want?" he asked playfully, strutting before her with his big, dripping hard-on bouncing teasingly.

"Hmm." Enjoying the game now-completely caught up in the idea of having sex with a strange man-Leena placed a hand on each side of her pussy and spread her folds wantonly. "See something you want, stud? Hmm?"

Ted got on his knees between her legs and dropped his mouth to her cunt like a hungry man. While she squealed with surprise and delight, he pulled back her pussy lips to expose her gleaming pink-fleshed interior, then pressed his mouth to her pussy and began feasting.

Oooh, that tasted good, he thought as his tongue slid up and down the seam of her cunt slit, kissing and sucking and licking up all the sweet juices that were seeping out of her hole. It was especially exciting, knowing he was the first to plunder the tender portal in such a manner. His tongue searched for, and found her little clit.

Leena's startled squeal shattered the morning silence. She had never experienced such excitement before. Sweet, beautiful sensations filled her as the soft, slick tongue licked her slick clit. She groaned and forced his head more tightly to her pussy, grinding her hips to enmesh his lips and his tongue and his nose more intimately with her swampy folds.

"Ohhhhhh...Ted!" she cried. "Ooooooohhhh, sweet lover! That feel so good... "

He kept on licking her cunt, drawing her nerves tighter and tighter, until she gasped and started bucking her cunt and her ass. The throes of a sweet orgasm rolled over-bittersweet because it faded so quickly.

Ted smiled, watching her pussy lips quiver as he pulled his face away from the little dark-haired slash. "That was just an appetizer," he said lightly, "a welcome to my home."

"Do you welcome all of your ladies in such a manner?" she teased coyly.

He crawled up and angled his body over hers. "Don't you worry about all my ladies."

"Oh, yes, that's right. This is just fun, isn't it? Not a relationship."

"Right." Gripping his cock in his hand, he wiped its head across the lips of her pussy.

"Can you at least give me a number?"

He thought a moment, then said, "You're number 154-or 155, I'm not sure which. I did a pair of twins one time."

She chuckled, feeling sure he was exaggerating. "Then you have a lot of experience. I'm in for a real treat."

"And my number?"

"You're number four," she said softly.

"Damn! Almost a virgin," he said softly, sliding his dick smoothly into her.

She gasped and wriggled beneath him as his prick slipped into the depths of her cunt. She was pierced to the core by a man she had only known for an hour, wallowing as wantonly as every woman she had ever looked down on, every woman she had ever called a bitch...every woman she had ever secretly envied.

"Fuck me!" she shouted, thrilling as the words of passion rushed from her mouth. "Fuck me! Screw me!"

Ted worked to satisfy her demands. His cock squeezed into her creamy tightness, sinking to the hilt over and over. Her heat seared his shaft, and the fire raced through his body and gathered in his balls and in a place in the back of his brain.

Gasping and clutching his ass cheeks as he rammed into her again and again, she babbled passion and shouted encouragement. "Ohhhhhh! Aaarrrghhhh! Ohhh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

This was more exciting than the fantasy had been in the tub. There was no way to imagine the reality of a hard body ramming hers, a hard cock stretching her cunt folds beyond belief, the hard thump of cum-filled balls whacking between her legs.

"Come, lady," he wheezed, staring down at the rotating pink eyes of her huge tits. "Come, baby! Come big!"

"You, too!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around him so that she could pump her crotch around his driving prick. "I want you to come in my pussy! I want you to fill me with your cream."

Each thrust of his hard bone, each stroke of his cunt-stretching prick brought him closer to doing just that. Until Ted knew he was going over the line.

He drove fast and hard, trying to stretch as much pleasure as he could out of the final countdown to ecstasy. "Five...four...three...two . . .one-"

Leena let out a howl as he exploded and sent a hot charge of liquid fire surging the length of her cunt.

"Yes!" she screamed, seized by her own orgasm.

The stranger's cock swelled over and over in her pussy, joining them with a liquid warmth that bound their spirits more tightly than a marriage vow.

They had become lovers.