Strangers In The Night Story 05

Jenna sat staring out of the window. The divorce had been finalized a week ago, but it still seemed unreal. She had returned home one evening to find James waiting for her, the papers already drawn up. She just had to sign.

"Why? Why, James?" she had begged him for an answer.

In reply he just said that he had grown tired of her, and that she wasn't exciting him anymore. Even after pleading him to change his mind, promising to change, to mold herself into someone that he could love again, he just coldly informed her that she would get the house, the car and a sizeable amount of money.

It was only afterwards when she found out he had been sleeping with his 21 year old secretary that she understood. She had been traded in for a younger model. His affair had been going on for much longer than her and her mystery lover. She still struggled to believe it. At 28 she wasn't THAT old.

She started sobbing again, her cries echoing through the empty house. It still had all the furniture, but now it seemed cold and loveless, devoid of human warmth. She felt so alone and confused. As if she were the last person on the planet.

Suddenly gentle arms wrapped around her from behind. She caught his scent just before she screamed, and slumped backwards into his embrace. She wanted to yell at him, scream at him, take all of her frustration out on him, but she didn't have the strength. So she just let him hold her.

Eventually she turned around in his embrace and realized with a shock that this was the first time ever she had seen his face in the light. He was ruggedly handsome, with piercing brown eyes, dark hair and slight stubble on his chin. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but she couldn't place it. He was powerfully built and was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Hi Jenna", he said in a gentle voice. "I heard what happened. I'm so sorry, I know you loved James."

"If you knew that, why did you come to me? Why did you seduce me? And more importantly, how did you keep finding me?" she asked in a soft voice.

She wanted to scream it at him, but at the same time she felt so glad to see him.

"I've loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you, Jenna. I know that I had no right to approach you and do what I did, but I just couldn't help it. As for how I keep finding you, everything will come to light soon, I promise."

He took her face gently in his hands and kissed her softly on the mouth. Feeling his lips on her felt like a soothing balm on burning skin. It felt wonderful! She had craved human contact and comfort for weeks. Without thinking about it she leaned forward and deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist. Still kissing her, he stood up, pulling her up with him and ran his hands over her body.

She was wearing just a t-shirt and panties and shuddered with pleasure at his touch. She started fumbling with his belt and his zipper, desperate for more. He pulled away, and quickly pulled off his clothes. She was surprised to see his hard length already ready for her. Quickly she got rid of her t-shirt and underwear and pushed him down on the floor.

She climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his hardness. She wasn't completely ready but didn't care. After a few gentle thrusts she lowered herself all the way, taking his length completely into her. They both gasped with pleasure and she started riding him hard and fast.

"I'm not going to last long with you doing that!" he laughed.

In reply she just quickened the pace, feeling her own orgasm building.

"Jenna, I'm not wearing a condom."

"I don't care!" she moaned and then screamed as her orgasm overtook her.

Wave after wave rocked her and she felt him stiffen and then squirt into her, his orgasm shaking him as well. After an eternity she slumped down on top of him, breathing hard. They both lay there, speechless, trying to get their breath back.

"That was amazing," he breathed.

"Who says I'm done," she giggled, climbing off of him.

She took his length in her hands and started stroking him, getting him hard again.

"You'll be the death of me, woman!" he laughed, trying to sit up.

She gently pushed him down and mounted him again, sliding his length into her wet opening. This time she rode him slowly, both of them moaning with pleasure. His hands found her breasts, gently massaging them as she moved on top of him. She leaned forward, and he closed his mouth on her right breast, licking and sucking on her hard nipple. She gasped as he moved to her right breast and gave it a similar treatment. He slid his thumb between her wet labia and found her clit, stimulating it as she moved.

She gasped and started riding him faster and faster until they were both nearing orgasm once more. Their orgasms seemed to last forever, and they were both riding their waves of pleasure together. Eventually it subsided and they both lay on the floor in each other's arms, completely spent. A feeling of contentment, of warmth and of love spread through her for the first time in weeks, and she gave herself over to sleep.

She awoke in bed, confused. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in his arms. She looked around and spotted the note on the pillow next to her. She fumbled for it, dreading what it would say. Was he leaving her as well? Was this his way of saying goodbye? Opening it, she read:

"My dearest Jenna,

Do not be afraid. I have not left you, nor will I ever. When I leave, I feel like I have left a part of my heart and soul with you. It hurts every time. But it will only be for a short time longer, and then we will be together for as long as you'll have me. I love you with all my being, and I will always be here for you.

With all my love."

No name, she noticed. It seemed that for now he would still be a stranger to her. But she smiled, realizing that, no matter what had happened with James, the future was looking better and better.