My
muse has been a flighty, uncooperative wench recently and really needs a good spanking.
It took much longer than it should have to write this story, but I eventually
got it done—despite my wayward muse.
I
really couldn't resist the Wicked Wednesday prompt. My story "Dirty PillowTalk" was actually a bit of a tribute to my favorite Doris Day movie, Pillow
Talk. For this story, I focused on the "A Guy is a Guy" song. This is
an idea I've played with before—once in a private story I wrote for someone a
long time ago and in "If You Dare." Although it stands on its own, it
might also be a prequel to "His Turn."
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click on the badge below the story and read all the other Wicked Wednesday posts!
Hope
you enjoy,
Ria ;)
The Stranger
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
I
was staring, and I knew I should stop. Any moment, he was going to look up from
his phone and catch me gawking at him like some moon-eyed teenager. That would
be incredibly embarrassing, yet I couldn't make myself look away.
Since
I first saw him, I tried coordinating my visits to the nearby coffeeshop for my
morning caffeine fix at the same time, hoping I'd see him again. Much to my
pleasure, I did. He'd always get his coffee and sit for a while, busily doing
something on his phone. It seemed the merciful universe gave me this opportunity
to obverse the most intriguing man I'd ever encountered.
If
you asked me what it was about him that captured my attention so thoroughly, I
couldn't point to any one thing. He was a guy like so many others—good-looking,
to be sure, with strong, masculine features. Despite his thick mane of silver
hair, he looked to be in his prime, the lines on his face only making him more attractive.
Then there were his eyes, which were bluer than a cloudless sky.
Maybe
it was the sound of his voice as he ordered his coffee every morning that
hooked me. The warm richness of it was an aural aphrodisiac, sending shivers of
delight rippling throughout my body, making every sense come alive. It was a
good thing I was sitting down the first time I heard him, because I swore I had
a mini-orgasm.
The
polite way he smiled at the barista who shamelessly flirted with him was also
strangely enchanting. I took an unreasonable amount of satisfaction that he
didn't seem interested in what she was clearly offering. Although I empathized
with the cute blonde, I found her irrationally irritating.
I
should have been spending every waking moment getting my specialty bookstore
ready for the grand opening, but instead, I was lingering there over my coffee,
gawking at my handsome stranger.
Just
when I was about to exercise some self-discipline, he looked up from his phone and
his gaze met mine for the first time.
My
heart stopped for a couple beats, then picked back up double time.
His
mouth slowly curved into a mischievous smile. That was not the same bland look he
gave the perky barista and it thrilled me to no end.
For
a long moment, we stared at other, the air between us growing charged as the attraction
built. A wildfire of need flared to life low in my abdomen, tightening the
muscles there and even lower. I shifted in my seat, feeling the slick evidence
of my desire sliding between my cunt lips.
His
gaze dropped to my mouth and I realized I'd been absentmindedly sucking on the
spoon I used to stir my coffee. I quickly set it on the table, then rolled my
eyes at myself.
He
flashed me a panty-dropping grin.
Before
I could do anything about it, his phone buzzed, recapturing his attention.
Hmm,
panty-dropping. Now there was an idea. But did I dare? Fuck yeah.
Not
giving myself a chance to chicken out, I went to the restroom and slipped off
my panties. With them discretely balled in my fist, I returned and approached
him.
He
was still looking down when I got to him. I draped my panties on his phone and
headed for the door of the coffeeshop. Just as I pushed the door open, I looked
back over my shoulder and saw him holding up the scrap of black lace.
Recognition
dawned on his face and his gaze met mine again.
I
gave him what I hoped was a very coy smile, then turned and walked out of the
coffeeshop.
Halfway
down the block, I glanced back and found him hot on my heels. His eyes were blazing
blue fire and he had the steely expression of a predator stalking his prey.
My
heart rate quickened, the pounding in my chest in syncopation with my quick steps.
Pure excitement raced through me despite the risk I was taking—maybe even
because of it.
At
the end of the block, I turned down the alleyway and headed for the back
entrance of my bookstore. I looked over my shoulder to see him follow me around
the corner. I flashed him another flirty smile before I let myself in. Leaving
the door open, I leaned against the wall just inside and waited.
He
came in, found me, then closed the door behind him. "What is this
place?"
"It's
my bookstore."
He
looked around and raised an eyebrow at a display I was putting together featuring
books on the Kama Sutra. "What kind of books?"
"Everything
you could possibly want on sexuality."
"Fascinating."
He braced an arm on the wall beside my head and leaned closer. "That was a
bold play back at the coffeeshop."
"I
know. I just couldn't resist."
His warm
breath teased my ear. "I could have been a very bad guy."
"The
first thing I did was install an alarm system. There's a panic button right
behind me—if I think I need it."
Shifting
back, he pulled a gold badge from his pants pockets. "Luckily, I'm a
cop."
"Some
would say that makes you more dangerous."
"What
do you say?"
"Do
you have handcuffs?"
"Not
on me."
"Pity."
He
chuckled. "You are a naughty girl."
"Not
usually, but for you, I definitely could be."
"Mmmm,
I like the sound of that." He put the badge away and retrieved my panties
from the same pocket. "Did you want these back?"
"No,
they're yours."
"They're
rather damp." He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"That's
why I thought you should have them."
He shoved
them back in his pocket. "I made you wet."
"Oh
yeah."
Leaning
close again, he lightly trailed his fingers up my inner thigh. "Do you taste
as good as you smell?"
"Only
one way to find out."
I gasped
when his fingers found my slick folds, then shuddered as he delved between them
and grazed my clit. It was a good thing I had the wall for support, because I
didn't think my weak knees would hold me up for much longer. Craving more, I
shifted my legs further apart to give him better access.
"I
love how fucking soaked you are," he rasped in my ear.
"All
for you."
He
groaned, then brought his wet fingers up to my mouth. With a feather-light
touch, he carefully painted my lips with my own juices.
Once
they were entirely coated, I parted them and snaked my tongue out to lap up some
of my cream from his fingers. Enjoying the tangy flavor, I sucked him into my
mouth, slow and deep.
"Such
a dirty girl." He withdrew his fingers and claimed my mouth in a fierce
kiss.
I
kissed him back just as hungrily, loving the combined taste of him and me. Needing
to feel him, I reached down and stroked his blatant erection through his slacks.
He
pulled back. "Take it out. See how hard you made me."
Only
too eager to comply, I unzipped his slacks and freed his hard length. He filled
my hand perfectly, the head of his cock already glistening with pre-come. I gripped
him firmly and slid my hand up his shaft, using my thumb along the underside to
give him more pleasure.
A low
rumbling sound reverberated deep in his chest as I moved my hand up and down
his cock in a steady rhythm. He returned his fingers to my drenched slit and
circled my clit in time with my strokes.
Staring
into each other's lust-filled eyes, we got each other off, our steamy breaths
mingling as our arousal built.
He
slid two fingers into my tight sheath while his thumb worked my clit hard and
fast. My inner muscles fluttered around him as my orgasm threatened to overtake
me.
"Come
for me, dirty girl."
Unable
to resist him, I let go and surrendered to the intense pleasure he gave me. Even
as my body quaked from the aftershocks, I managed to keep jacking him off,
increasing my pace.
"I'm
going to fucking come all over that pretty skirt."
"Please,
do," I said between heavy breaths. "I should have a souvenir
too."
"Fuck!"
With
several harsh grunts, he shot his thick pearly load all over the front of my black
skirt.
We
stayed like that for several long moments as our breathing calmed, then his phone
buzzed.
He
cursed, but retrieved it. After a quick glance, he looked up a me. "I hate
to do this, but I have to go."
"No
worries."
"We're
not finished here." He gave me a brief kiss, then he was gone.
I
probably should have been annoyed about him running out on me, but I felt sure
I'd see him again.
What
I didn't know until much later was that my bold move in the coffeeshop would
send me down a path that would change my life. Because he wasn't a stranger at
all. That inexplicable, almost instantaneous chemistry was my soul recognizing
the one person who sang a song only I could hear. And what a song it was.
