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  Stranger Delight

  Tabitha Levin

  Claire moved around to the side of the house to watch her best friend Samantha make love to her boyfriend. Mesmerised by the scene in front of her she didn’t notice the stranger who snuck up behind her.

  And when the stranger started to caress and fondle her she didn’t ask him to stop, in fact she begged him for more.

  After having one of the most intense sex sessions that she ever had she turned to find the stranger had already left.

  Who was he? Would she ever see him again? And why did she feel so guilty?

  Tabitha Levin

  STRANGER DELIGHT

  Claire looked wistfully at Samantha and her boyfriend heading to the bedroom. “I wish I had a sex life like they have,” she said as the door shut behind them. She sighed and turned back to her friend Luke.

  “You deserve a great sex life and love too Claire,” he said. “You just need to let people in and stop thinking you aren’t good enough.” He smiled his goofy grin at her, and she laughed and punched him playfully on the arm.

  “And where are all your groupies tonight?” asked Claire.

  Luke shrugged. “I think I’m getting too old for groupies. Perhaps it’s time to settle down with one special girl.”

  “Oh, yeah right. The day I see that is the day I give up believing in the Easter Bunny.”

  “You still believe in the Easter Bunny?” asked Luke, and they both started laughing out loud.

  Claire smiled at him as she walked away. “Need some air,” she said as she walked outside and away from the noise of the party.

  She looked toward the side of the house knowing that Samantha always left the curtains open. Would she look? Would she dare? Without thinking or turning around she walked into the darkness headed directly for the bedroom window.

  She hadn’t been there for more than a minute when his arms encircled her waist as he grabbed her from behind. His warm breath on her neck sent shivers through her body.

  “Don’t turn around,” he whispered.

  Claire let out a gasp, but continued to watch Samantha through her bedroom window. She didn’t think anyone had followed her outside. She nearly didn’t come out herself but she had to see, wanted to see, wanted to imagine what it would be like to have such great sex.

  “You like watching them don’t you,” he said.

  Claire tried to pick the voice but couldn’t tell from the whisper. “I guess,” she said.

  She suddenly felt guilty. Perhaps she shouldn’t be here after all.

  “Who are you?” she asked.

  “Shh. Not important right now.”

  Claire started to turn around to see who was behind her, but he held her tight. “I told you not to turn around.”

  She shivered but didn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on watching her friends through the window. Paul was fondling Samantha’s breasts, when the stranger’s hand slowly encircled her waist and glided under her top. She didn’t dare move when his fingers brushed against her nipple. His hands were soft and skilled and the heat from inside her body radiated around her skin as he touched her. She held her breath until she could bear it no more and let out a breathless moan as he touched her the same way that Samantha was being touched.

  He moved closer to her and Claire leaned back into him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her back and suddenly wanted to feel him inside of her.

  Inside the room Paul bent down so that he could kiss and lick at Sam’s stomach. Would the stranger do this to her too?

  Her heart was beating fast and without a word she removed her jeans. She didn’t even know why she did it, but she desperately wanted to experience the same ecstasy that Samantha had talked about so many times before, and this encounter, whatever it was, was already hotter than anything she’d ever experienced and she didn’t want it to stop.

  The music inside the house was pumping fast and Claire could hear the murmur of the guests mingling inside. What if someone walked outside and caught her like this? What would they think of her? Right now she didn’t care, all she wanted was to continue being touched like she was, to experience this wonderful pleasure.

  Samantha bent down in front of Paul and placed his cock her mouth. It was full and hard, and Claire licked her lips wondering what it would taste like. She moaned lightly and the stranger responded by kissing her neck. He reached down and circled her clitoris with his thumb. A million sensations tingled throughout Claire’s body and she parted her legs further so that he could touch her more easily. And when he thrust his finger inside her she gasped with warm delight.

  His finger slid into her again and again, the warmth of his skin mingling with the cool night air making the sensations all the more pleasurable.

  She didn’t want him to stop. Ever.

  “More,” said Claire breathlessly. Her body was shivering from his touch and the cold, but she didn’t dare move in case he stopped this delicious ravishment.

  Inside Samantha and Paul had moved to the bed, and Paul bent Sam face down onto it. He gripped her hips and thrust into her again and again. Her eyes were closed and mouth open, and she looked to be in ecstasy as he entered her over and over.

  The rhythm looked delicious, and Claire desperately wanted to be transported to the same heights of pleasure as her friend. The tingling through her body was getting more intense and she could tell the stranger’s fingers were wet from her juices as they were sliding into her with ease. She could feel her heart beating fast, and her breath was heavy when the stranger withdrew his finger from her.

  “No, don’t stop,” she said. “I want it. I need it, I…”

  Inside the room Samantha started to writhe and buck as she cried out. Paul sped up and entered her faster, his hands rocking her hips back onto his hard cock furiously and passionately. A primal groan left her lips as her body jerked out of control.

  “That’s what I want,” said Claire. “I want to feel that.” She clenched her fists and tried to turn around but the stranger held her tight.

  He pushed her forward until her face was against the glass and entered her in one forceful thrust, his hardness filling her body. He fucked her hard and passionately, the urge to make her come, and the desperation in her voice, driving his own desire to satisfy her.

  Claire moaned with bliss as her body was filled with him. For the first time in her life she experienced the ecstasy that she craved, and she focused on the exquisite sensations that were spreading through her body.

  Her eyes rolled back as the warmth of orgasm bubbled up inside her, the stranger continuing to move gently in and out of her.

  “Oh, oh,” she shrieked as one last thrust sent her body shuddering with a wave of ecstasy. She fell to the ground weak, spent and breathless, unable to move.

  She lay on the cool grass feeling it’s softness beneath her. She smiled and sat up turning to face the stranger, but he was gone. Where did he go? He couldn’t leave now, not after that. Oh god, what if she never saw him again? Claire felt sick all of a sudden. Her stomach was in knots with the thought of what she’d done and what she might never experience again. What had she become? Who spies on their best friend having sex? Who lets a complete stranger pleasure them? Who was she?

  She put on her clothes; her hands were shaking as she zipped up her jeans. She bit her lip and slowly headed back to the party inside.

  Samantha was out of the bedroom and rushed to hug her friend. “Having a good time?” she asked.

  Claire’s eyes were wide and she tried to smile naturally. She looked around at the room of faces. Was everyone looking at her? She tugged at her top to make sure it wasn’t bunched up at the side.

  “Yeah, it’s been interesting,” said Claire.

 
“It has been a fun night hasn’t it,” Samantha giggled. “Oh Claire, he makes me feel so loved, so wanted. You really need to get yourself a boyfriend like Paul who adores you.”

  Claire pursed her lips and nodded. “Sounds nice,” she said putting her hands in her jeans pocket so they wouldn’t shake.

  Luke wandered over, his pale blonde hair flopping into his eyes. “Where’d you get to? I was looking for you,” he asked.

  Claire gulped and looked at both her friends. “I, er, I…”

  “I was heading home now. Want a lift?” he asked.

  Samantha winked at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She leant over closer and whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you make a move with Luke?”

  Claire was just about to answer when Luke grabbed her arm pulling her towards the door. As she was being dragged away from the party she turned and saw someone she had never met before. He was drop dead gorgeous with dark wavy hair. He eyes were also dark, and she could see the outline of a chiselled torso through his tight t-shirt. Her heart skipped a beat.

  “Come on,” said Luke pulling at her arm. “I want to get home.” Claire followed Luke still bewitched by the dark stranger. Was it him? Was he her mystery lover?

  “His name is Joel,” Sam said when she rang the next day. “He’s an actor.”

  “An actor?” Claire didn’t know whether to be impressed or concerned. “Is he in anything we’ve seen?”

  “I think he had a role on some cop show, but I can’t be sure, maybe you should ask him yourself?”

  “Why would I ask him myself?”

  “Paul gave him your phone number; he’ll probably text you later,” said Sam.

  Claire swallowed. Oh Jeez. This was happening a little too quickly. “Ah okay. Thanks. I guess.”

  She hung up and dived straight for the laptop. Joel. Well Joel, if you are an actor there is sure to be some information on you somewhere online. Damn it. She cursed under her breath. She had forgotten to find out his last name.

  She typed in a few phrases anyway. Joel cop show. Joel actor. Hot guy Joel that was at the party last night and gave me the best sex I’ve ever had.

  Nothing. Or rather too many hot guys named Joel (and some other sites that were definitely not him). She really needed to know his last name if she wanted to Google him properly.

  At work the next day Claire tapped her pencil on the desk looking out of the window instead of the computer screen in front of her. All she could think about was Joel’s abs, Joel’s hands touching her, Joel Joel Joel. She knew she was becoming slightly obsessed but she didn’t care. Her fantasies would probably be better than reality anyway, so she didn’t see any harm letting her imagination run wild.

  She pictured him leaning in for their first kiss. He’d lean over and gently curl a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he told her how much he wanted her, his lips full and delicious as they pressed against hers, his tongue soft as he traced it around her lips.

  Beep. Text Message. Claire nearly dropped the phone as she grabbed for it. It read: Hi Claire. My name is Joel Carson. I’m a friend of Paul’s and he suggested I ask you on a date. What do you think?

  Claire scrunched her face up. What did she think? What kind of question was that? She read the message at least a hundred times, and her finger hovered over the reply button. ‘Don’t reply too soon Claire’, she said to herself. She needed a distraction. At least she had his full name now.

  According to a few websites, Joel Carson was known for dating a few celebrities since breaking up with long term high school sweetheart. She wondered if she could compete with a bunch of celebrities, but then he did ask her out on a date, didn’t he?

  After she gave it at least half an hour she texted back: Hi Joel. Love too. When?

  He replied within a few seconds: Come over tonight, I’ll cook.

  His apartment overlooked the city with the lights on the harbour dancing on the waves as the boats and ferries made their way up and down the water. The front of the house had big glass windows with a view inside and Claire watched him for a few minutes first.

  He was as gorgeous as she remembered from the party. His hair was tousled, and the t-shirt that he was wearing was tight showing off his body. She imagined him carrying her upstairs to the bedroom with his strong arms and what he’d do to her.

  She knocked at the front door.

  “Claire?” He asked.

  “Yes, it’s me,” she said.

  His living room was a mix of fifties Hollywood glamour and current modern lines. Two floor-to-ceiling bookcases flanked a stone fireplace. A large circular sofa gave views of both the city and river below, but was still intimate and cosy just waiting for someone to snuggle up and watch old movies on.

  Claire walked over to the far windows and looked outside. She imagined being pressed up against the glass spread out in delicious ecstasy as Joel pleasured her for the entire city to see.

  “Wine?” He was holding out a glass of red for her. “I’ve got beef searing. Oh, I hope you are not a vegetarian?” He walked back to the kitchen with its smooth granite bench top and dark wood cabinetry.

  “Your place is divine. I’d love to live here,” said Claire. “I mean, in a place like this. Not this actual place of course because that would mean…”

  Joel laughed. “It’s cool. I knew what you meant. Yes, my designer did a good job with it.”

  The conversation flowed freely over dinner, probably helped by the fact that Joel kept filling up Claire’s wine glass every time it got low. He was a charming host and Claire laughed at his jokes and asked all the right questions about his life.

  “Have you seen my latest movie?” asked Joel as they moved to the couch. “I don’t play the lead, but I’ve got a pretty good part. I can’t wait until I get a lead role - my agent thinks it’ll be any day now.”

  He continued to talk about his career and Claire started to fantasise about what his bedroom would look like. Probably modern and sleek like the rest of his house. She wondered what colour sheets he would have.

  She didn’t even notice when he stopped talking and leaned over to kiss her. She gasped, and he laughed and pulled her in close.

  “Not used to being kissed by someone like me?” He leaned further to her and placed his hands on the side of her face as he kissed her gently. His lips were strong and he tilted her head back slightly as he caressed her cheek.

  “That’s a proper Hollywood kiss for you,” he said sitting back upright smiling at her.

  Claire looked at him. All of a sudden she had the urge to laugh, but she managed to stifle it down. This wasn’t at all like she expected.

  “I’ll call you a cab now if you like. We don’t need to rush things just yet,” he said. “Plenty of time for that. Oh, by the way I’ve got a friend showing an art exhibition on Thursday evening. I’ll see you there?”

  “Okay then,” she said standing up bewildered.

  “Great. Invite your friends. My buddy wants a big showing. It’ll look better with the press,” he said. He winked at her and flashed a bright smile.

  At home she actually did laugh. Joel may be gorgeous, but really? Who did he think he was? At least now she knew that it couldn’t have possibly been him at the party. But then if it wasn’t him then who was it?

  Sam stirred her coffee waiting to hear about Claire’s date. The coffee shop was full of people and Claire leaned in closer so that the other patron’s wouldn’t overhear her.

  “He really was lovely and so gorgeous. He made me a wonderful dinner; we drank wine and chatted about his career. It was really nice,” said Claire.

  “Yes, yes, that’s all good, but what happened then? What happened afterwards? Did he kiss you? Did you fuck him? Details girl, don’t leave me hanging!” Sam’s mouth was open, waiting to hear the intimate details.

  “We did kiss and it was nice.” Nice. That word kept coming up a lot when she spoke about Joel. “But I didn’t feel it. I just didn’t get any spark.”

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sp; “How could you not feel a spark with him? He’s smoking hot!” They both nodded their heads in agreement.

  “I know. It’s just…” Claire looked out of the window.

  “It’s just he’s not Luke,” said Samantha.

  Claire looked back at Samantha. “I know he only sees me as a friend.”

  Samantha laughed. “Oh boy, you two are pathetic. He’s been in love with you for months. He said if he ever got a chance to be with you that he’d make sure you would never forget it. He… oh no!”

  “Oh no what?” asked Claire.

  “I told him that you were dating Joel. He kind of got angry and said that he’d had enough of trying to get you to notice him. He said it was time he got you out of his system once and for all.”

  Claire felt a lump appear in her throat. “What does that mean? Out of his system?”

  Sam looked at her friend and shrugged.

  Claire’s hands shook as she held her drink. It was him all along. It was her sweet Luke that made her feel alive.

  “Invite him to the gallery opening for me,” said Claire. “I’m going to try and get him back.”

  The art gallery was full of people when Claire arrived. She smoothed down the front of her dress nervously hoping it wasn’t clinging to her body too much. She stood in the foyer, took a breath and looked around for her friends.

  She saw Joel talking to Samantha and Paul who were holding hands. He was pointing out something in one of the paintings on the far wall. It was a large canvas with lots of colours merging into a chaotic mess in the middle. It looked oddly passionate and calm at the same time and Claire immediately fell in love with it. She wondered how much paintings cost here or if they were even for sale at all. Sam motioned her over to the group.

  “There she is. Sweet Claire,” said Joel, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. He was wearing a dark shirt that matched his hair. He looked breathtaking as usual. “A round of champagne for everyone?” He snapped his fingers for one of the waiters carrying trays of drinks to come over to their group.