The Stranger

Erlikkhan

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Unable to sleep, Linda stood at the window looking out at the storm. Her husband was snoring and sound asleep from drinking too much. Linda was lonely and realized what a mistake she had made getting married too soon. He had money, but more and more she needed what he wasn't giving her, and when he did it was over in seconds.

Lightning flashed. Linda saw a figure of a man wearing a hooded rain jacket. It appeared as if he was looking up at her. She should have woken her husband or called the police but something forced her to stay. Lightning flashed again and he was still there. This time she was sure he was looking and she could see the rugged features of his handsome face.

The next time lightning flashed he was gone. Linda put on her robe over her nightie and went downstairs. She looked out the back door. No one was there. Could she have been dreaming? She foolishly opened the door and stepped out onto the back porch. She froze when she saw him step from the shadows and lock his eyes on hers.

IC: I had been scoping out the Davis mansion for quite some time waitng for the right opportunity to help myself to some of the wealth inside. I could tell that Mrs. Davis was a bored and beautiful young trophy wife of this business magnate. It was easy to be attracted to her and sometimes I would hang around just to watch her.

I should have run as soon as she saw me, but a voice inside told me to stay. When she stepped out onto the porch and saw me I had to make a choice. She didn't move away so I quickly moved to her before she changed her mind.

I stood inches in front of her dripping with water, our eyes still locked. My hands went to her waist and I pulled her towards me. I bent my head down to kiss her expecting her to come to her senses any moment and run.

OOC: Need someone to play Linda
 
((Are you still wanting this to get off the ground? If so, I'll write for Linda.))
 
Linda

((For the record, this is my firs time ever RPing in 1st person, so please bare with me. LOL))

Everything inside me froze, my body suddenly turning cold. Trembling, though I couldn't tell whether it was from fear or coldness, I tried to tell myself to move. My feet wouldn't listen to me.

John's wealth that he had made from his job had left us very well off financially. We had always taken as many safety precautions as possible, knowing we were prime targets for robbers. What had I had been thinking? Walking outside in the middle of the night during a storm. Especially knowing I had seen somebody.

Now, as the man stood within a foot of me, I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I jumped as his hands put a bit of pressure around my wait. My body was still trembling. So petrified was I that I didn't even realize at first when his lips pressed against mine.

Suddenly waking up, I whimpered. Pulling away, I tried to turn and move back towards the house.
 
The fact that she was standing there on the back porch with me made me feel confident that she didn't really want to run. Her struggle to get away was more of an instinct. I pushed her back against the side of the house and slipped my arms around her so she couldn’t run.

I pressed my lips hard against hers and pried her mouth open with my tongue. I kissed down to her neck and back up to her ear holding her tight.

“It’s just you and me and the rain, ma’am. Let yourself be free, just for a while. You know you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

I slipped my hands down and cupped her ass cheeks and pressed my lips back to hers, pushing my tongue in her mouth.
 
Okay, I hadn't exactly expected that to work. How many robber or murders or whatever he was would actually let a woman run into a house where she could easily call the police? I couldn't help but gasp as he was suddenly close to me once more, but my back was pinned against the house.

The only thing I could hear inside my head right now was the pounding my heart. His words somehow managed to echo in my mind, and my reaction was to shake my head.

"No..." I tried to object, but my words came out in a breathless whisper that was carried away by the wind from the storm. Feeling his hands on my body, I tried to pull away. I was not the type of woman to cheat on my husband.

"My husband...I...can't..." His lips were tantalizing my skin, and no matter how hard I tried to fight against the feelings he was evoking inside of me, a shiver ran through my spine.

Squealing as his lips once more claimed mine, I found my head spinning as the world seemed to drop out from underneath me. When was the last time John had kissed me like this? Had he ever? Shaking my head, I remembered my sleeping husband upstairs.

"I'll scream." Pulling away from him, my threat sounded empty even to my own ears.
 
I had been watching Linda Davis for quite some time and was quite sure she was lonely and sexually frustrated. Perhaps I had misjudged the depth of her needs and desires. More likely, she probably just needed a little help getting past the psychological barrier of cheating and being unfaithful to a man who didn’t even satisfy her.

I had two choices. I could continue to force myself on her until my cock was in her pussy. Perhaps then she would melt and let the longing in her loins take control of her thinking. On the other hand, she had threatened to scream. The last thing I needed was a rich and powerful man hiring a squad of detectives to track down an intruder.

I decided that if she was going to play hard to get then I was too. I felt her struggling. I pulled away but not before sliding my hand around to her front and pressing my fingers briefly against her pussy through the thin nightgown she was wearing. I stepped back and looked deep into her confused eyes. I smiled.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Mrs. Davis. We’ll meet again. I want you to think long and hard about what didn’t happen tonight.”

I was gone in a flash. I hid behind some bushes and watched to see how she would react. She was still standing on the porch when lightning flashed and I could see the outline of her gorgeous body through her nightgown.
 
I was shocked to feel the warmth in my center at his close proximity. How in the world could my body feel any excitement about this? A stranger was pushing me against my house, pushing his body against mine. And my body was betraying me.

I honestly didn't expect him to relent at my threat, but when he did, I blinked stupidely at him. Inhaling sharply as his hand rubbed over my sensitive spot, I realized how shakey my breath was. It wasn't just my breathing, but my body was still trembling.

As he stepped back, my anxiety and confusion shown brightly in my dark orbs. I was ashamed to realize that I didn't want his warmth to leave me. As he left the porch, my eyes followed him. Lightning lit up the yard, and as a loud clap of thunder sounded, my eyes shut tightly. When they opened, he was gone.

I stood there for a long while, my eyes darting around the yard trying to find some sign of his being. Somehow I knew he was still there, watching me. A gust of wind blew my robe around me, and I shivered. Walking back inside the house, I locked the door behind me.

That night as I climbed back into bed, I looked over at my husband. His back was to me, as it always was, and he was still sleeping soundly. Completely oblivious to everything that had just occured on his back porch, he slept on. Shaking my head, I laid down and lay awake for most the night.

He would be back. He said he would. That thought should have scared me, but I found a thrill of excitement in the idea.

**

The next day finally came, and I was up at the crack of dawn. Not that I had slept much, but when I awoke from my little cat nap, I went ahead and got out of bed. I made breakfast as I usually did, and by the time the bacon was done frying, John was downstairs and dressed.

As I dished up his plate, he disapeared behind the newspaper. Sitting down to my own breakfast, we ate in silence as we did every morning. Finishing his breakfast, I watched him as he stood up, mutter bye to me and left the house.

Sighing, I continued on with my daily routine of cleaning the dishes, and then doing my household chores. Every time I passed a window, I couldn't help but stop and peer out. I was looking for the stranger, though I knew if he were there I wouldn't see him.

Around one, John surprised me by coming home. Furrowing my brow he quickly told me of a business trip he had to take. Apparently he received a lead at work on a big account and if he truly wanted it, he had to fly out this afternoon.

"When will you be back?" I managed to keep my voice from shaking at the thought of being left alone, but had he been even remotely paying attention to me, he would have noticed the bit of fear in my eyes.

"By the end of the week." Muttering as he packed a bag, I walked him to the door. He turned and kissed her on the cheek and halfway ran to the car.

"Bye..." Murmering to myself more to him, I waved, though at his back. Sighing, I walked back inside and finished the rest of my cleaning.

I needed to go grocery shopping. Grabbing the keys to my car, I ran to the store. I got back home a little after dark, something I had tried to avoid. Grabbing my one bag, I walked up to the door, using my fingers to find my house key.
 
I had been waiting for her return knowing her husband was out for several days. When I saw her fumbling for her keys I quietly slipped up behind her on the porch. I grabbed the keys from her hand and pressed up behind her, penning her between me and the door.

"Here, let me help."

I could feel her struggle against me as I inserted the key into the door. With my weight I held her there. I slowly turned the knob to the door and it began to open.

"I told you I would be back, Mrs. Davis. I hope you thought about the other night. Oh, and go ahead and scream all you want. I know your husband isn't home."

I pushed her inside and quickly shut the door behind me. She dropped the bag she was carrying and tried to run, but I grabbed her arm and yanked her back, slamming her back up against the wall as I pressed up against her body holding my hand to her throat so she couldn’t move.

"So what will it be, Mrs. Davis. Do you want to pretend you don't want my cock in your pussy and have me take you against your will, or would you prefer to drop to your knees and put it in your mouth to show your appreciation for what I am about to give you?"
 
Feeling the taller, strong body suddenly come up behind me, I nearly shrieked. Somehow I should have expected it. My first reaction was to move against him, trying to get out of his hold, but I couldn't. I'm only five foor four, and I don't have much in the way of strength. There was no way I could get out of his grasp.

As the door gave way, I tried to take advantage of the sudden freedom in front of her. My plan was to run to the backdoor and run back outside. That plan didn't go quite as I had expected when I felt his strong grip grab me.

Crying out in pain as my back slammed against the wall, I struggled for breath as it was knocked out of me. I tried gasping, but his hand on my neck caused the air to get caught up in my throat. I felt the hot sting of tears in my eyes as I had no choice but to look into the eyes of this man.

"Why are you doing this?" My voice came out choked, my fear quavering within each word. The moment I heard my voice, a tear slipped down my cheek.

"If it's money you want, I can get it for you." There was a pleading expression in my eyes as I tried to find his motivation for doing what he was doing.
 
"Money ma'am? No. Look at me as the good Samaritan. I'm here to help quench that burning in your loins. You know the one I'm talking about."

I mashed my lips against hers as she continued to struggle. I took my free hand and mashed it against her tit squeezing it firmly between my fingers. I found the opening to her blouse where it was buttoned down the middle and yanked. It ripped open with buttons popping off the seams. My hand pushed up her bra and squeezed the naked flesh while pinching her nipple.

"I guess you want to do it the hard way. I'll let you thank me later."

I grabbed her arm and spun her around until she was facing the wall. I twisted her arm up behind her back to hold her there. I slipped my other hand under her skirt and pressed my fingers into the crotch of her panties, rubbing them back and forth until I could feel them getting damp.

"Your body betrays you, Mrs. Davis."
 
His rough demeanor gave me more fear than I had ever felt in my life. Still, I couldn't completely ignore that heat that was gathering inside of her. I couldn't recall the last time John and I had had sex. It had been a couple of weeks. My body was aching for the attention it was receiving, whether my mentality wanted it or not.

Feeling the cold air suddenly hit my chest as he yanked my shirt and my bra away, I erupted into sobs. I felt humiliated. I tried to cover up, but that was impossible with how he held me.

As my front hit the wall and my arm was twisted behind my back, I cried out more in pain than surprise. My cheeks was pressed against the cold wall, and I felt his hand caress my center.

I couldn't help but inhale sharply as that tingling sensation I hadn't felt in so long began to stir inside of me. Closing my eyes, an involuntary moan escaped my lips, and I immediately felt my cheeks burn red with embarassment.
 
I slipped two fingers under the crotch of her panties and pushed them up into her juicy cunt. I twisted them around inside her, digging them against the smooth walls of her pussy. I pulled them out and rubbed her clit in circles before shoving my fingers back into her body.

I finger fucked her faster and faster pumping them in and out of her hot cunt until her juices were flowing freely. My thumbed rubbed across the tight nub of her asshole. Mrs. Davis stopped struggling so I slowly eased the pressure on her arm.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and unfastened my pants until they drooped to my feet. I pushed my cock between her legs and rubbed its length across her pussy as it peeked out from the side of her panties.

“Do you still want me to go, Mrs.Davis? I don’t think your pussy wants me to leave just yet.”
 
I cried out in surprise as his fingers invaded my body. Tensing up, I tried my hardest to ignore the steady pressure moving in and out, but my body reacted to his methodical movements. The first time he pulled out, I whimpered accidentally, my body missing that pressure.

As he continued, it didnt' take long for my body to adjust to his movements, and my pelvis moved with his motions ever so slightly. I could feel that familiar warmth beginning to tingle inside my being, and was on the verge of climaxing when he pulled out, leaving my body in want. I felt the relief on my arm, and was tempted to try to pull it down, but wasn't brave enough to try. I was beginning to lose feeling in it.

My head tilted back as his member teased my body. I didn't realize how fast and rugged my breathing was until my body leaned against his. I turned my head as much as possible to look at him.

"How did you find me?"
 
“I didn’t find you… you found me. I have this special talent for sensing when there is a pussy nearby that hasn’t been properly fucked.”

She had stopped struggling. I could sense she was ready. I slipped a hand around to her tummy and between her legs so I could guide the head of my cock between her folds and slot it into her opening.

“And now, Mrs. Davis, I’m going to fuck you.”

I pushed. My cock slid into her dripping pussy. I continued to push until it was completely buried. I pulled it out and slammed it back into her cunt jerking her head and body upwards. I let go of her arm and moved my hands around to her tits.
 
Everything about my body seemed dizzy and light inside of his grasp. I couldn't really clasify it as an embrace. I was still embarassed to feel that my body was beginning to shake all the more. Closing my eyes, my breathing quickened as I felt his head brush against my opening. Was I actually at a point to where I was wanting him inside of me?

Bracing myself as best as possible, though that was quite difficult considering I had never been in a position such as this before, I cried out as he dove inside of me. My head bobbed backwards, resting on his shoulder as his force drove me upwards. I thought my knees were going to bend beneath me, but he pulled out.

I was almost disapointed, but he didn't leave me longing for long. Another cry resonated from my lips at hte sudden pressure inside of me. Thankful when he released my arm, I brought it down, wrapping it over his arm that was holding onto my stomach.

My body fell in sync with his quicker than I had expected. My eyes were quenched shut, and all I could think about was his driving force that was bringing me so much pleasure. At the moment, I couldn't even find it within me to feel guilty. How many other women had John slept with? I had stopped trying to keep count.
 
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