His First Visit

I had a friend who worked evening shift as a manager at a customer service call centre for a credit card company, his office was very near my apartment (a flat above a store) and my apartment was in the middle of his route home to his lovely girlfriend. During the day we would text and e-mail each other random stuff to make each other laugh and pass the time. He knew I worked in an office 9-5 so he'd send me NSFW stuff as a joke to try to get me in trouble. But some of what he sent me would get me hot. When I told him that, he started sending me only that. Not porn clips (videos in email were auto blocked and flagged) but pics or sections of text from a letter to Playboy, or his past experiences, that sort of thing. And I would send him that sort of stuff when he was at work and I was home. Every night he'd joke and thank me for "keeping him awake at work" and he would go home to his girlfriend.

I started sending him bits of erotic stories I was working on, just to get his opinion and once he asked for a description of himself as a character. That started texts and emails of me describing stories where he and I were involved. Very hot stories that soon devolved into just short descriptions of what we'd do to each other if we were ever alone together.

One night he asked if he could stop by my place on his way home. He told me to leave my door unlocked and just go to bed, he had a fantasy he wanted to try out. I thought he was just joking and said "yeah right ok lol". The exterior stair walk up to my flat was around the back of the building, a rusty metal staircase that creaked like crazy when someone walked up and the door opened into my little kitchen. I unlocked it, then went to take a shower. I started to seriously doubt he would come as it was getting late and he hadn't texted me again. I thought he was either joking or was having second thoughts and would just go straight home, sending me a jokey text apologizing in the morning for making me wait for nothing.

I was in a red satin robe, towel drying my hair, walking into the kitchen to go relock my door when he came in. It was winter and snowing and a few white snowflakes still clung to the fabric of his coat and melting in his hair. We both stood there staring at each other for a few seconds. I dropped the towel I was holding just before he lunged at me, grabbed a handful of my damp hair, pushed me up against the doorframe to the living room and started to kiss me like he was going to eat me. Fast and desperate and rough, scratching up my chin with his stubble, biting and sucking my lip. He reached down and hooked my leg at the knee in his arm bringing my ankle up to his shoulder and slid his fingers into me. I grabbed his shoulders for balance but as he was taller than me, I was on tip toe so most of my weight was on his hand. I remember thinking he's still in his coat and I'm nearly naked and I don't remember if he closed the door..... and then no thoughts, his pure physical heat and the rolling excitement in my belly burned everything else away.

He was pretty strong and vigorous, plunging four-fingers deep and his thumb circling my clit, his mouth crushing mine, my back hitting the doorframe repeatedly. I would be bruised in the morning. My legs were trembling and I came hard on his hand, pulsing and contracting around his fingers, wet and whimpering. He groaned, more a roar, into my mouth.

We stood panting in the doorway for a few seconds, starring at each other, shaking. My fingers were cramped from clutching at the fabric of his jacket, I slowly uncurled my fists and he gently dropped my leg down and guided my foot back to the floor. Straightening up he softly kissed my forehead, said "Goodnight", turned and left. I realized it was the only word he had spoken to me.

I called in sick to work the next day, I was too bruised and sore and unable to walk, stayed in bed the whole day, remembering.

That was his first visit. But not his last.