Stuck With A Stranger (4 page)

He chuckled. “Let’s just say you’re an
indispensable
part of this plan.”

Disengaging himself from her, he threw back the
covers and climbed out of bed. Then he bent and hoisted her up into
his sturdy arms. She giggled at the sensation of being lifted into
the air.

“Where on earth are you taking me?”

“To the shower, my dearest. I think we could both use
a nice hot shower to take the edge off this abominable
snowstorm.”

She allowed him to carry her into the bathroom. It
was fairly typical of a motel bathroom: small, with a pink formica
vanity and matching toilet, and a glass shower enclosure built into
the back wall.

“I’m liking your plan already,” she told him, as he
lowered her feet-first to the floor.

David reached into the shower and turned it on, and
he adjusted the head until the water became a fine, hot mist. The
steam felt wonderful, Rachel thought, just the thing to take the
edge off her alcohol buzz and the nervousness of being naked in
front of this handsome stranger.

“You’re lovely, Rachel,” he told her, and his eyes
said that he meant it. “Don’t ever think you need to hide anything
about yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“Come on, let’s test the waters.” He took her hand
and led her into the shower enclosure. The warm water felt lovely
on her skin as it washed away any residual tension she was feeling.
There was a liquid soap dispenser on a side shelf, and she started
lathering up her torso when David stopped her.

“Hold on,” he said. “I think that’s my job.”

“Okay,” she said with a laugh. “As long as it’s part
of your plan.”

Spinning her around to face away from the shower
head, he began rubbing her with the soap in small, tight circles.
Rachel thrilled at the sensation, her every nerve seemingly
awakened by his touch. Starting at her shoulders, he moved his
hands in lathering arcs down her back and arms.

“Hmmm,” she purred. “You do good work.”

“I’m just getting started,” he said behind her. With
the strong, steady hands of a masseur, he kneaded the taut muscles
of her thighs, then her calves. Then he moved his hand back up to
her ass. First across her buttocks, then slipping two fingers down
between her legs and then up into the soft folds of her vagina,
then her clit. Rachel shuddered, her temporarily-dormant hormones
springing to life with a start.

“You like that, babe?” David’s whisper barely rose
above the hissing of water swirling around them.

“Oh yes,” she purred. “Me likes.”

“Good, good.”

She could almost feel David’s lust, a hunger that
seeped out of him like sexual radiation. Every place he touched
her, her nerves pulsed with electrical energy. She wanted him to
bend her over and fuck her, but instead he lathered his hands up
with soap and went to work on her.

Moving forward to where his chest was pressed against
her back, he soaped her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his
fingertips and giving them a slight, pleasurable pinch. He slid his
soapy hand across her stomach and back down to her pussy, rubbing
her clit from the top this time. Oh, sweet Jesus. She wanted more
than just his hand there, she wanted his big cock inside her.

“You like that?” he rumbled into her ear.

“Hmmm,” she managed. “I like.”

He slipped two of his soapy fingers inside her. His
touch, combined with the hot steamy water swirling around them was
incredible, and her every nerve was aflame with desire. She felt
his hard cock pressed up against the curve of her ass. She pushed
back against it, heard David moan as his fingers went even deeper
inside her.

“I want more than your fingers there,” she told him,
her voice ragged with lust.

“That can be arranged.”

She was thrilled to be with a man who seemed focused
on pleasing her, on satisfying her every sexual desire. Most of the
men in her life had been more intent on pleasing themselves, and
had taken little interest in make sure her needs were met as well.
But David was focused solely on her, on every inch of her.

Abruptly he pulled his hand away and stepped back
away from her. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing
her forward. Rachel complied, placing her palms flat against the
wall in front of her and spreading her legs.

“Nice,” she heard him say in a thick voice. “Very
nice, very lovely.”

She felt his hand move into the cheeks of her ass,
then into her warm, wet, swollen pussy. Do it! She was exhausted
from the foreplay, numb from the hot water and the electric sting
of his touch. He seemed to sense that she was poised at the edge,
and he moved in to take her. She felt the head of his cock pressing
against the folds of her pussy, like a hot shaft from heaven.

Then he pushed, and all at once he was inside her. He
filled her completely, and her mind came alive with raw desire.
That’s it
, her mind urged.
Right there!
The shower
stall filled with the sound of his groans as he thrust deeper into
her eager channel.

Grabbing her hips in both hands, he rammed into her
with more urgency. Rachel bit her lip and stifled the scream that
was building in her throat. Fucking her this way, from behind, in
the shower, was an almost savage experience, and she almost blacked
out several times as David thrust deeper and harder and faster.

“Oh yeah,” he said in a thick voice. “Oh yeah.”

Rachel leaned forward to give him even better access,
and rocked her ass back into him in time with his thrusts. Davids
lustful grunting filled her ears, and she felt her hands slipping
against the wet shower tiles.

Then all at once her orgasm broke over her with the
force of a hurricane, and she scream through clenched teeth as
David jerked and spasmed behind her. Caught in the grips of his own
orgasm, he plunged into her several more times before his cock
swelled and released inside her.

Gripping her shoulders, he helped her straighten up
as she turned and they fell gasping into each others arms.

“That’s without a doubt the best shower I’ve taken in
a long, long time.”

He grinned and nuzzled her neck. “Not the best shower
ever?”

“Well...actually....” She lifted her head and kissed
him, not with passion but with something deeper, something she knew
she shouldn’t be feeling with a man she hardly knew.
This is
risky
, an inner voice said.
But people who don’t take risks,
sometimes miss out on the best experiences in life
.

Finally they broke off their kiss and pulled away
from each other. They rinsed off, David turned off the shower, and
they stepped out of the enclosure and spent a few minutes drying
each other off. Rachel was completely spent--both physically and
mentally--and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and snooze
the night away with the gorgeous man.

“I’m exhausted,” she told him.

“Me too. But in a good way.”

Wrapping themselves in towels, they padded back into
the bedroom. In moments the towels were on the floor and they were
settling in beneath the covers. With a sigh she spooned into him,
his warm skin feeling like velvet against hers. David reached over
and turned out the light, and before she knew it Rachel was fast
asleep.

CHAPTER FIVE

She awoke to bright sunshine filling the motel room.
David had pulled open the drapes, and the storm of the night before
had moved out, leaving nothing but blue skies and sunshine in its
wake.

“Bright,” Rachel moaned, burying her face in the
pillow.

“It’s wonderful,” David said. He was standing at the
window, naked except for a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
“I’ll bet the powder is fantastic.”

“You’re fantastic,” she said. “But please, close the
drapes before my eyes explode.”

With a screech the drapes closed, and suddenly the
room was dark again. She felt the mattress shift as David slipped
under the covers and moved in beside her.

“The powder can wait,” he said, wrapping his arms
around her. He pulled her close, and she felt his warm lips
nuzzling her neck.

“Hmmm, you feel damn good, David Ramsey.”

“So do you,” he said with a chuckle. “In fact the
powder might have to wait a while longer.”

Rachel stroked his thigh and said nothing. She didn’t
want to push things, and she certainly didn’t want to get her hopes
up too high, too early. But David certainly had turned out to be a
very pleasant surprise, and she wanted to get to know him a whole
lot better.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“Anything that involves you and me.”

His words were music in her ears. “Well I guess we
could go to breakfast for starters.”

“Breakfast sounds great. I’m famished.”

“And after that?”

He tensed only slightly, and Rachel braced herself
for the polite goodbye, the “Thanks for a great evening, lets
exchange phone numbers and do it again sometime.” Followed by weeks
of nervous waiting for a phone call that never came.

“Well we have the rest of the weekend,” he said.
“What’s your schedule after that? Do you have any job interviews
you need to get back to?”

“Not really,” she said, stroking his forearm. “And I
was thinking I might re-schedule my flight and stay up here for the
week. Do some job hunting in Denver.

“Rachel, that would be great.” He moved a lazy hand
across her shoulder, his fingers warm against her skin. “I could
show you around the city. We could find out if we’re...if
there’s....”

“If there’s more than just great sex between us?”

“Yes,” he said. “I feel a real connection with you,
Rachel. I think there’s something substantial here. I think we’ve
both been unlucky in love. But it’s never too late to make a fresh
start.”

Grinning broadly, she pulled him closer and planted a
long, passionate kiss on his lips. “You’ve been reading my mind,
David Ramsey. The future is full of possibilities, and lets see if
we can carve out a future together. But first let’s get some
breakfast, I’m starving!”

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