Strangers (2 page)

‘Oh lord!’ I threw back my head. ‘I’m in fucking heaven,’ I shouted.

‘Not yet babe,’ he mouthed into me giggling.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, what had possessed me? How had I gone from having the machine man in my home to my pussy in less than an hour.
Whore!
The thought made me giggle and for a moment he stopped and looked at me.

‘It’s nothing, don’t you dare stop.’ I was bold beyond recognition.

He moved back to my wet place and began to lick it, flicker against it, tease it. He used pressure and then he was ever so gentle that sent me into an orgasm. Satisfied he unlocked himself from underneath me and stood up, looked at me and smiled. I was weak and breathless but I had to ask, ‘Do you seduce all your clients?’

He laughed then picked me up and placed me on the moving washing machine. The rotation within the drum sent a sensation to my pussy that was exciting.

‘You like that?’ he’d noticed my change in demeanour.

‘You never answered my question.’

He spread my legs apart not taking his eyes off me, smiling all the time. He gently placed his hand on my wet lips and began to rotate his hands at the pace of the washing rotating beneath me. He took my hand and placed it on his muscle and I weakened again, he was beautiful how could I even question him. His lips came back to mine and he took me into his mouth expertly, playing with me below in just the right way.

‘Oh god!’ I had to let out. The machine picked up speed as it spun and so did he. ‘Oh dam ahahaha!’ My body covered in Goosebumps as he pushed his fingers into me deeply. ‘Aaaahahahahahhhhh!’ He pushed deeper then pulled out, I squeezed on to his muscle as he pushed into me with great speed. Again I came this time squeezing his cock so tight I felt him give in a little.

Mark lifted me off the machine and gazed at me, why wouldn’t he answer my question? Was he a married man? A man with a secret past? Did he seduce all women he encountered? Were his good looks a blessing as well as a curse?

‘Take me,’ he said suddenly.

At first it didn’t trigger but suddenly I realised what he wanted. I lowered to my knees and held the giant cock in my hands. I took him in slowly at first, the thickness filled my mouth immediately. At first he rotated his hips slowly into me and I found it quite odd but also exciting having him in my mouth.

‘That’s it, take me deeper.’ The stranger moaned above.

I took him deeper into my mouth and he placed his hands to the back of my head and pushed me into him. The tip of the thickness hit the back of my throat. As it did his one hand dropped from my head to my tit and he squeezed at it so hard I felt my middle clench and begin to come. My screams of ecstasy where muffled by his giant dick and I felt his desperation as the movements increased not giving me time or room to breathe. Again I felt myself come and quickly he removed himself.

‘Show me...’ he was panting, squeezing the base of his dick. ‘To your room.’

I should have hesitated, questioned or stopped him but he was like a wizard. His words made me do things, his body made me want to be anything for him. Such weakness from such a strong woman was shameful but I couldn’t hold back. I pointed in the direction of the stairs. He lifted me and quickly we dashed upstairs.

‘Not that one,’ he’d bursted into my son’s room. ‘The second door.’ I pointed desperately as he was.

He pushed opened the door and threw me to the bed. The gorgeous face was above me, the hot body possessed me like I was his.

‘Tell me, do you –’

‘Do this to all my female clients.’ He finished for me with a smile that took my breath away over and over. ‘No, just you.’ He lowered and our lips met. ‘Just you.’ He breathed against me.

His words sent a thrill through my body, what was it about me that had made him want to do these naughty things to me? He parted my legs with one of his and angled himself towards my throbbing middle. I wanted him so much, it was as if I’d been waiting for him all my life. He guarded himself into me, I was taken aback by the shock but soon adjusted to the juicy wand. He moved elegantly as if riding a horse, gazing down at me. It was odd looking into the strangers eyes, it was as if I’d known him for a long time. He took my legs and placed them around his waist and pushed deeper into me.

‘That’s it, yes,’ he let out and I quickly weakened.

I watched as he lusted over me, it was so evident in his eyes that I reached out for him and brought him to my lips. He pushed faster, panting into me. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him against me tightly until I felt his body cave in. My hands released as I let go again for the third time to a complete stranger.

Mark rolled off me and gazed at the ceiling and suddenly out of nowhere began to laugh. I turned to look at him and then as if it was contagious began to laugh too. We did it for a good minute until we died down.

‘I’ve never done this in my life.’ He turned onto one elbow.

‘Me neither,’ I said.

‘Should we start from the beginning?’ he asked. I couldn’t take my eyes of his gorgeous blue eyes. ‘I’m Mark Hirst,’ he proffered his hand.

I burst out laughing again.

‘And you’re Ms Jacobs.’ He laughed and his eyes lit up. I felt swallowed in by them.

‘It’s Hazel.’ I pulled the cover from the side to cover up suddenly feeling exposed.

‘Don’t be so shy, beautiful Hazel.’ He smiled then moved forward to give me a kiss.

‘This is odd,’ I said.

‘I know but I like odd.’ He sat up then looked at his watch. ‘I’m going to have to love and leave you, I have an appointment at half three.’

‘Shit what’s the time?’

‘Quarter to three.’

I shot up and began to pull clothes from my wardrobe. The jeans I had on in the morning and the top.

‘What the hell was I thinking?’ I said suddenly. ‘This was a mistake.’ I felt stupid, why had I just fallen into bed with a stranger, a man I hardly knew?

‘Is it?’ He stood up, his limp cock right under my nose.

‘Yes and please put some clothes on!’ I turned away embarrassed.

‘Yes ma’am.’ He smiled, it seemed as though nothing freaked him out. He stood for a moment and gazed at me amused.

‘What?’

‘You take life too seriously.’

‘And you don’t what do you even know about me?’ I felt hot.

‘I guess nothing.’

‘Exactly, now please go and put some clothes on, I have to leave to pick up my son.’

He walked past me but then hesitated and stopped. He put both hands on my shoulders and made me focus on him.

‘Loosen up Ms Jacobs.’ He laughed lightly. ‘Have a little fun, you might find you quite like it.’

I had to admit that I did but not to him.

‘I shall see you soon.’ He planted a kiss on my forehead and began to walk downstairs to get his clothes and his tools.

‘What does that mean?’

‘It’s a mystery, that’s the fun part.’

‘I..I...’ I was lost for words, I didn’t know what I wanted to say so instead I watched as he squeezed himself into his clothes.  It was hard not to want to touch him again.

After he was done he walked to the door, I followed behind him to head for my car.

‘See yeah!’ He winked before disappearing into his van.

I watched until he disappeared only hoping that maybe just maybe I would see him again. But if not, well it was just one of those things that don’t happen twice in a life time.

‘I
’m so sorry I’m late Grace, thanks for keeping him a little longer.’ I said to his teacher and friend.

‘You’re lucky I’m your friend. It’s not like you to be late, what happened?’

I pursed my lips together and looked over at Lloyd who was playing with some building blocks.

‘Oh my god! You have that look.’

‘What look?’

‘The look.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, come on Lloyd lets go.’

‘I’ll call you and you can tell me all about it. Something has definitely happened to you.’

‘How can you tell?’

‘Ah, so there is something you’re dying to tell me. I’ll call you at eight o’clock.’

I was about to open my mouth to protest but it was pointless, Grace was a strong willed woman who would push until she got what she wanted.

We walked out to the car, Lloyd holding my hand. I helped buckle him up even though I knew he was capable of doing it himself, my seven year old was no seven year old. Sometimes I wondered if he’d swapped minds with a twelve year old.

‘Why are you buckling me up?’

‘Mummy wasn’t thinking.’ I walked over to get into the drivers seat.

‘Mummy?’

‘Yes?’

‘Why are you so happy today?’

‘I’m always happy pumpkin.’

‘No you’re not, sometimes you’re an angry lion.’ He began to roar.

‘Hmm that’s a way to phrase it little man.’

‘But today you’re happy happy.’ He kicked the back of my seat, something that really annoyed me.

‘Could you stop that please!’

The funny thing was Lloyd wouldn’t sit on the other side of the car, not without a struggle that always ended up with us both upset that it wasn’t even worth it. Stubbornness runs in our blood!

‘No, tell me why you’re so happy?’

‘Because it’s a lovely day, that’s why.’

‘No that’s not it.’ Kick! Kick!

‘Lloyd!’

‘Is it because you’ve met a man?’

I almost went crushing into the stop sign.

‘Whatever gave you that idea?’

‘Well...’ he began to tell me one of his many theories. ‘Girls at school giggle funny all the time in the presence of a boy they like.’

You see, was he really seven or just impersonating one? At times my own genius son outsmarted me.

‘I’m not a school girl young man!’ A smile curled on my lips, I was indeed giddy like a little girl. It never goes away does it, the butterflies start at such a young age.

‘Oh mummy don’t lie, you know it’s not good to lie.’ Kick, kick, kick!

‘Mummies don’t lie.’

‘Well mine does.’ Kick kick.

‘Lloyd I’m only going to ask you one more time to stop kicking mummy’s seat.’

‘And then what?’

Yep and then what? I don’t know what but isn’t that what you’re supposed to say and hope they’d stop it. Not my kido.

‘And then what?’

I was defeated as we turned onto the drive.

****

T
he early evening was its usual struggle, a struggle to get Lloyd into the shower, then a struggle to get him out. A struggle to get him to eat his peas and then a struggle to get him to bed. How could one little boy be such a big task? But through it all there was always a smile on my face. I had patience, it must have been the sex, it had exorcised all the angry demons that had been residing in me. As I leaned down to give him a kiss goodnight he looked up at me with his big brown eyes. He was a sweet lad with big curls that sometimes people mistook him for a girl.

‘What is it honey?’

‘Are you ever going to tell me the truth? About the man.’

‘Oh stop it.’ I moved away.

‘Why didn’t you put those clothes in the wash, the ones that were on the floor in the kitchen when we got home?’

With that I switched off his light, ‘Good night Lloyd.’

It wasn’t even eight when my phone rang.

‘Oh my god, were you counting the ticks?’

‘You bet, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you this happy.’

‘Funny you should say that, Lloyds been bugging me about it all evening. He keeps saying I’m happy. Have I been so grumpy I’ve never noticed it?’

‘You could say that?’

‘Seriously?’

‘Nope but you do seem different.’

‘Really?’

‘Yep so tell me what happened today?’

I was dying to tell her, it was the strangest day in my life. And yet the most confusing and perhaps embarrassing. I’d never done such a thing in my life.

‘You’re kidding?’ Grace said after I’d finished the story.

‘True.’

‘Wow and to think that happened in the movies. You dirty girl you!’

‘I know, you’d think at forty I’d know better.’

‘So how good looking is he?’

‘Oh my god, how can I put this?’ I tried to explain his height, his jet black hair, his deep blue eyes and a body to die for. ‘He looks like a poster boy for some high fashion magazine.’

‘Oh my god!’ she heaved down the phone. ‘You saucy minx you!’

I blushed and felt hot just thinking about that afternoon.

‘Who knew a phone call would bring this man to me and to think there was nothing wrong with my machine.’

‘Karma, it was meant to be.’

‘Oh please, not that nonsense.’

Grace was a deep believer that good things happen to those that wait, that didn’t go out looking for it.

‘He came at the right time.’

‘Yeah but where is he now? I know nothing about him, just his name and that’s it. He could be married for all I know, he could be doing the whole county.’

Grace laughed.

‘What so funny?’

‘You, you’re so serious all the time. Why don’t you just enjoy the fact you had hot sex and enjoyed it? If something comes out of it then great if not then great too.’

I sighed, if only I was that enlightened. In my heart of hearts I just wanted to see the handsome hunk again; his cheeky smile and his to die for eyes.

‘Perhaps,’ I said not convinced.

‘Anyway I better get off, early start tomorrow.’

‘Yeah me too, I’ve got three articles to post tonight.’ I hadn’t done any work today which was bad news. I earned as I worked as a freelance writer. This was the joy of singlehood, my life was poured into my work when Lloyd was at school.

‘Let me know if anything happens. Keep me posted.’

‘You’ll be the first to know.’ I giggled.

I
’d tossed and turned the whole night. It had been hard to concentrate on any work and it was even harder to get any shut eye. Mark was printed on each and every brain cells and the more I relived that day the more it felt for him, I could hardly sleep.

I rushed Lloyd off to school to cram a few hours of work before he got back again. It was difficult, words failed me; only images of Mark kept me daydreaming in front of my laptop. At eleven I made myself some soup, at half past I nibbled on grapes and still the words were far and few between.