It Could Have Been Anyone Pt 05

It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 5

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Ben has a surprise for Alicia before a date.

This should be a relatively short, simple story. While it's in a series, I'm pretty sure it'll work well as a standalone story too. Enjoy.

A lot of authors include disclaimers, so I'll do so too: all rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters are over 18.

It Started as a Normal Day

Alicia was lazily scrolling through Facebook on the subway on the way home from work when a text message popped up. It was Ben.

"Dinner at 5 Reasons at 6:30, right? If so, I'll meet you there, I have a stop to make. BTW, there's a surprise on the blanket at home. Enjoy. ;)"

She frowned, curious about both the surprise and his stop. Normally he'd be home almost an hour before her; she couldn't imagine what he'd have to do on a Thursday night without warning before a date.

Unless it's part of the surprise

, she thought.

She walked a little faster than usual when she got off the train. It was just after 5, a nice day in the brief window between winter and summer when she could be comfortable simply wearing slacks and a blouse showing a little cleavage, and she treasured it.

She stopped thoughtfully as soon as she got into the apartment. "Ben?" she called, just in case the text was a ruse, but there was no answer. The green-and-blue checkered blanket folded into a square on the couch had something on top of it.

That must be the surprise

.

It turned out to be two things: a piece of black fabric they had used as a blindfold in the past, and a note sticking out from under the black cloth. The note had text on it, typed and printed out in Arial font, so there was no handwriting to try to recognize. It was simple.

Instructions for your surprise

Put the blindfold on before going to the bedroom.

Say "It's on" out loud.

Take the blindfold off whenever you want.

She was curious about the third step.

How is that even an instruction? Of course I can take the blindfold off whenever I want; why couldn't I?

However, the first two were clear enough. She grinned slowly as she thought about when she got the blindfold, at a party where she did things she had never imagined, and what she had done with it since then. She looked down the hall; it was dark, the bedroom door closed.

I'm not supposed to know who's in it. Or what, even

.

She didn't have to go to the bathroom and the only jewelry she was wearing was stud earrings, so she just put her purse down on the couch and took off her pumps. She took a hair tie out of her purse and put her long brown hair in a ponytail. Then she tied the blindfold on as tightly as she could.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said. She clasped her hands in front of her body self-consciously. When nothing happened, she called more loudly, "It's on!"

A door clicked. She heard footsteps in the hall, muffled by the rug, but unmistakable in the otherwise silent apartment. They walked around her and she turned toward them. As soon as she was no longer facing the couch, someone kissed her. It was gentle, dignified, how Ben would probably kiss her soon when she would arrive at the restaurant. If it was a man, he had shaved recently.

Ben doesn't usually shave in the evenings... but maybe he did it for the date, or to make this more mysterious...

She reached out to embrace the person kissing her and felt the smooth lines of a fit man's back and hips -

that could be Ben, or for that matter Gene or Frank or someone just a little taller than them, but Barry was too tall for this and Dave was too wide -

but he pulled away before she could do any more.

He chuckled. He stepped around her, and then behind. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her back into him. She breathed deeply and rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the sensation. He kissed her neck and she giggled; she was often ticklish there. He ran his hands up her sides, snaking between her bra and her arms, encircling her shoulders from below. She took a deep breath and her nipples hardened with arousal.

The man's hands ran down her body now, one stopping at a breast, teasing the nipple through her blouse, while the other continued, past her belly button, past her belt, exploring freely between her legs. She parted them a little without thinking about it, but felt obliged to speak before going any further. "Ben?" she asked.

The man let her go and stepped back. Her heart was racing. She turned towards where he had last been but he stepped around behind her again. "Ben, is that you?" she asked again.

He smacked her butt. Not hard, it wouldn't even attract notice in some situations, but she interpreted it as a scolding, an instruction that she wasn't to ask questions.

But I have to at least know who it is. It could be Ben, or Gene, or a complete stranger! It could be some complete psycho who broke in here!

She turned again. He put a hand on her shoulder from behind. He squeezed her shoulder once, twice, three times.

Three. The third step in the instructions was the cryptic one. I should take the blindfold off whenever I want. If I do, I'll know who it is

.

She calmed down and thought.

Ben told me to expect a surprise. It could be Ben, Gene, or someone else from the party, but Ben wouldn't give his key to the apartment to a complete stranger. Well, probably not

.

A tiny, crazy, stupid, gremlin-like part of her brain, her id's id, a voice she had named Sarah the first time she wore the blindfold, thought,

But wouldn't it be hot if he did?

Alicia smiled.

So do I want to take the blindfold off? No

.

"OK, don't tell me, then," she said. "So now what?"

He kissed her on the lips again. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. He ran one hand down her back, over her butt, down her thigh, pulling her leg to him, and she wrapped it around his legs briefly. She broke off the kiss, breathing hard, then put her foot down on the couch next to them, leaving her legs wide open.

He stepped behind her again. Too quickly for her to relax, he kissed her neck and fondled her breasts gently. She leaned her head back into the crook of his shoulder as he started to unbutton her blouse. She reached back and ran her hands over his hips, around her own, and undid her belt and unsnapped her slacks. He took the invitation and reached down there before he had finished with her blouse, running one hand over her panties and down between her legs, almost fingering her through her panties, and she spread her legs a little wider to make it easier.

The man behind her -

Ben? Gene? Someone else? I still don't know

- finished unbuttoning the last few buttons on her blouse, and peeled it down her arms and off. The air in the room wasn't cold but she got goosebumps anyway.

He groped her tits, pulling them to points through the bra briefly, and she gasped. She leaned back, pushing her ass against his groin, and she felt an erect cock not quite hidden by a man's pants.

They could be jeans or khakis

, she thought, imagining the possible fashion choices and practical considerations for her mysterious partner, doors in her mind opening more and more pathways to erotic situations,

but it's not a very fancy suit, and he still has pants on, so he wasn't waiting for me naked

. A few possibilities closed, but many more still open.

Good

.

His hands ran down her body again, and this time stopped at her waistband and pulled her pants down to her ankles.

If I took a step, I'd fall over. Wouldn't that look stupid

? She thought. She stepped on her wadded-up slacks with one foot to keep them in place as she pulled the other out, and them she reversed the maneuver, leaving her slacks in a heap on the floor, and reached behind her and took her bra off, leaving her standing in her living room wearing only a blindfold and panties, potentially with a complete stranger.

No, that's crazy

, she reminded herself.

Ben wouldn't put me in this position with a stranger

.

The silence felt awkward. "Okay, it's your turn. I'm in my underwear, so how about you?" She said.

There was a pause, then a rustling noise, like cloth hitting the floor. His hand took hers and guided it to his side, and then down and in front, to his groin, where she felt a sizable bulge, barely held back by boxer shorts.

She breathed hard.

Ben wears boxers most of the time. So does Gene and roughly half the men in this country. Tells me nothing

, she thought. Then she smiled.

Good

. She started stroking his cock through the boxers, ensuring that it would be nice and hard.

He took her hand. For a fraction of a second she wondered if she had done something wrong, but then he pulled her and led her down the hall, towards the bedroom.

Of course. We're doing it. We're fucking like this. This is crazy. He could be an axe murderer, or my supervisor Larry, or my uncle. I shouldn't have let it get to this point, shouldn't have followed the directions to begin with. I'm going to die or get a massive HR violation because the idea of sex with a mysterious partner gets me so horny I can't think straight

, Alicia thought.

But at least I'll die happy

, Sarah thought.

He led her into the bedroom and stopped. She didn't hear the door shut behind her, so if she had to run for her life, she wouldn't have to spend an extra second opening it. On the other hand, if her mother or Ben entered the apartment by surprise, they wouldn't have to spend an extra second to discover her fucking the mysterious stranger. She couldn't decide which unlikely event was more unlikely.

He continued to lead her by one hand and put the other on her shoulder, directing her more exactly a few steps at an angle. Then he had her turn around. The back of her legs bumped the edge of the bed.

He gripped her panties and each hip and pulled them down with one smooth motion, letting cool air hit her pussy and neatly trimmed bush.

He pushed her shoulders with his fingertips, as gently as possible, but in this position any motion would force her to sit down, even the light push. She sat on the bed wearing only her blindfold and took a deep breath to brace herself, sure that any second now he'd force her legs apart and she'd feel his fingers or erect cock violating her tender pussy.

She was wrong. Nothing happened. She let out the breath she'd been holding. "Well? Did you do all this just to get a show?" She demanded.

He grunted.

Of course. He doesn't want me hearing his voice if I'd recognize it. Which narrows it down to... every man I know

.

She felt him touch the inside of her knee, but it was just one gentle fingertip again. It ran up between her legs and she spread her knees, and first by reflex, but then intentionally smiling and playing along.

There was another rustle of cloth, and then he took one of her hands in his and put it on his cock, somewhat soft but still clearly big. She started stroking it by reflex and it quickly stiffened to full length.

He's big. Eight inches? More? Bigger than Ben or Gene. And thick. Oh god, it's definitely not Ben. I'm with a guy who's definitely not Ben and I'm going to fuck him

.

Probably going to fuck him

, she corrected.

Maybe

.

She suddenly realized she was rubbing her clit and her pussy was dripping wet. She stopped stroking him, hesitant. She was crazy, but was she really crazy enough to have unprotected sex with a stranger? He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed three times. Still she hesitated.

He grunted and stepped away. Sarah objected when his cock popped out of her hand.

He returned. He put her hand on his cock again, and this time he also leaned and took her other hand and put something small and flat in it. A condom in a wrapper. She smiled.

Well, that takes care of one concern

...

She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock as if it was a lollipop, swirling her tongue, twisting her head around the cock to polish it. He breathed hard. For a moment she thought she could get him off like this, just make him explode in her mouth, give the stranger a treat, have a hot story for Ben and still be relatively safe, but her libido wouldn't be satisfied with that any more.

She popped her head off, opened the condom wrapper, found the correct side, and held it out. "Can you get it started?" She asked. He took the condom for a second and then took her hand again. As she hoped, he had got it over the head of his cock. She rolled it the rest of the way with both her hands.

She fingered her pussy as she slowly stroked his shaft. "Can you lie down in the bed so I can get on top?" She asked, self-conscious for maybe the first time while wearing the blindfold, thinking about a new problem.

He could break me in half if he's not careful! I guess the guy at the party after the 69 might have been this big, but definitely no one I've been in missionary position with

!

"Heh," he said. He stepped around her and climbed in the bed, and then took her hand, directing her position yet again, this time into a horizontal position. She felt his hip. His thigh. His other thigh, and straddled them. Up a little bit, towards his erection. He rested his hands on her legs just above the knees, gently, casually.

As she leaned to scoot up his body, the head of his cock brushed her belly button. She traced it down, over her belly, through her fuzzy short patch of pubic hair (she always kept it trimmed to a neat landing strip, ever since the party where she got the blindfold), and down, over her clitoral hood, along the slit of her pussy for a few inches, then back in the other direction, unsure if she was teasing him or herself more.

He clenched his hands on her hips. She took it as a sign of impatience. Her heart raced; she agreed. She maneuvered the man's erection to her delicate opening, felt the tip of the condom get slick with her secretions and applied just a little bit of pressure. The head of his cock slid inside her pussy with almost no resistance.

She balanced there for a moment, just past the point of no return. There was no "would probably" anymore and no point in wondering about clues to his identity; she was fucking a stranger. He twitched, driving his cock half an inch deeper into her, and she gasped as if he had thrusted everything he had, feeling like every hair in her body was on end and every nerve was on fire.

She exhaled and slowly ground down, taking his impressive girth maybe four inches into her pussy, and then back up, down and up again, savoring being mostly filled but nowhere near taking all of him. She knew toys bigger than this existed, Vivian had even shown her one, but she had never had one inside her, and definitely not a real cock attached to a warm, muscular man like this.

She wondered how she got in this position.

Did Ben arrange this himself? Did he give his key to Gene or Vivian and they found this guy and arranged all the other details? Or is there even some chance that some true stranger overheard something they shouldn't have and figured all this out by himself

?

She moaned and sank a little deeper before rising again. Most of her was too far gone to care which of those scenarios was the correct one. Most of her, that is, except for Sarah. She preferred the last scenario.

She sank until six inches of his cock were inside her, marveled at the fact that her hips were still clearly a couple inches from his, and slowly rose again. He grunted, thrust, and she yelped, more from the shock at having her blissful reverie broken than in actual pain.

"Sorry, but can I do the moving? You're just so damn big," she growled. "The biggest I've ever had."

Flattery worked. He lay still again. She withdrew all the way until just the head of his cock was between her pussy lips, then descended again halfway, yelping a tiny bit when she stopped, then rose again, then descended a fraction of an inch deeper, then did so over and over again, just a tiny bit further each time, a tiny bit deeper, until her pussy was all the way full of his magnificent cock.

And then she kept going. Further each time, filling her pussy more than any partner or toy ever had, not even noticing the pain she had expected thanks to the thrill and pride. She was dimly aware that she hadn't felt a surge in the condom or any other sign that the man had cum, and thought she'd have to do something about that at some point, but could think of little besides the feelings originating in her pussy and rocketing throughout her body.

Thrust down.

I'm fucking a stranger!

Thrust down.

He's got the biggest cock I've ever had!

Thrust down.

I'll have to thank Ben

... Thrust down.

Or Gene or Vivian...

Thrust down.

Or whoever made this possible!

Thrust down.

If Ben were here...

Thrust down.

I'd suck his cock right now!

Thrust down.

Or maybe he'd just watch

! Thrust down.

Maybe he'd want to fuck me next, to feel me stretched out!

Thrust down.

For a moment Alicia was worried she or Ben had bit off more than they could chew, that this would change things for them they didn't want to change, but then she felt the man's hand on her pubic mound. His finger found the top of her slit. He applied gentle pressure. He probed carefully into her slit, under her clitoral hood.

That one finger on her clit on top of the massive stimulation she was already receiving caused her pleasure to bubble over, to erupt, to cross the line into a massive shaking orgasm, and then she didn't care about her worries anymore. Alicia and Sarah were fully in agreement, it was worth it, she collapsed like a ragdoll on the man vaguely kissing somewhere around his face but mostly just trembling with the pure carnal pleasure because anything that generated this explosion of ecstasy had to be worth it.

As she caught her breath, felt her heart rate descend from that of a rabbit, and drifted from the clouds back down to earth, she vaguely wondered about what would come next.

Did he cum? I didn't feel it, but maybe I didn't notice. He's still rock-hard, but that doesn't prove anything. If he did cum, should I get up? Should he go? How much time is there before my date?

He put her hands on her hips and nudged her to the side.

OK, we're getting up

.

She let his cock slip out, got on her hands and knees, and felt for the side of the bed so she could get down blindly, but he didn't let go of her hips.

Or maybe not?

He pulled her gently but firmly toward the other side of the bed, closer to the door.

What does he have in mind?

As they maneuvered, his cock brushed her, as big and hard as when she first mounted him.

He didn't cum

.

He guided her off the bed, standing towards with her knees touching it. He rested his right hand on her hip, a signal to stay in place, but removed the other and reached toward the head of the bed. There was the rustling noise of fabric and a gust of air, like some bedding had been moved. He put his left hand on her back between her shoulder blades and gently but firmly pushed her down. Sure enough, he had placed a pillow at the edge of the bed under her hips so that she couldn't lie flat without elevating her ass several inches.

Oh my god. He didn't cum and he still wants to fuck me. What do I do?

Her heart raced and she breathed harder. Alicia was nervous. Sarah was surprised. Both were tense.

He slapped her ass once, twice, three times.

Duh, of course I can take the blindfold off. So what? He still probably has 50 pounds on me.