Strangely Perfect
(Note: this is the sequel to "Perfect Strangers". If you haven't read that story before stumbling upon this one, I suggest you do. While you can read this on its own, it will make a lot more sense if you have read the previous one, and if you enjoy this you'll probably like that one just as much. It's up to you, of course, but I'm not going to set the scene all over again and re-introduce everyone.)
Linda Megan smiled as she walked through the glass doors at 34 North Ave. The building was familiar territory by now, after more than half a dozen visits. Presenting her nameless, numbered membership card at the reception desk and making her payment only took a minute. Then she made her way up the stairs to the soundproofed quiet of the corridor on the second floor.
On her first visit here she'd come as what the building's operators referred to as a tenant, playing the passive role in the completely anonymous encounters this place provided. Since then she'd been both visitor and tenant, depending on her mood at the time. Today she'd be a visitor. Today she wanted to be the one in control.
That almost automatically steered her to the left hand side of the corridor. Tenants on the right hand side were all facing down, which limited a female visitor's options. The tenants occupying the left hand side, on the other hand, were were facing up. While there was nothing gender-specific at all about the whole setup, that arrangement simply made far more sense to a woman. Both men and women could entertain themselves on both sides of the corridor, of course, but for the things she liked she needed easy access to a man's front.
A man? Yes. She had played with a female tenant once, during a previous visit here. She's always wondered what it would be like to pleasure a female lover: how another woman's body would feel to her hands, what she would taste like, and how her body would respond if she touched it the way she liked to be touched herself. It had been quite interesting, and afterward she'd gone home and masturbated furiously, first using her fingers and then her vibrator. Of course she could have entered another room and used one of the male tenants before she left, except that she hadn't wanted to mix her experiences.
But this time she'd have her fun with a male tenant. The thought made her smile. To "have her fun" was exactly what it sounded like. She'd never been a control freak and power trips were not her thing, but she could simply not deny the fact that being in control was a massive turn-on for her. It was one of the many things this place had taught her about herself.
As always the corridor was heavy with the silence of soundproofing, but not to the point of being oppressive. She glanced into the first lit room she passed. The low bench inside was occupied by a nude woman. Her body was petite, which made her averagely sized breasts look bigger and fuller than they really were, and Linda admired the narrow waist and the firm, shapely thighs that framed a cute, pink and hairless pussy. She didn't have a bad figure herself, if the compliments she'd received from quite a few men were anything to go by, but this woman's body had a kind of exotic beauty she'd rarely seen before. That didn't include the upper part of her, of course, since her body was visible only from her breasts down. Her shoulders and head were on the other side of the back wall of the room, with the movable partition completely but comfortably enclosing her just below her shoulders.
The man in the next room was, of course, confined in exactly the same position. He, too, was entirely naked, and his arms, shoulders and head extended through the rear wall of the room where the movable sections of the wall enclosed him snugly, leaving only the part of his body below the arms visible. That part of him was well-toned, although not with the chiseled muscularity of a man who works out at the gym every single day. A surfer, maybe? His skin was hairy rather than smooth, although she wouldn't call it a dense growth, and short, thin, slightly curly hair covered his legs as well. His pubic hair had been trimmed, though, and his genitals where shaven smooth. She could clearly see that, since the lower part of the bench consisted of two separate halves, hinged in the middle, and these sections were turned outward so that the bench formed a "Y" shape and his legs, resting on those sections, were parted.
But his features weren't what drew her immediate attention. The woman in the previous room had been breathing easily and looked to be entirely calm. Perhaps she had been in the same, almost meditative state of deep relaxation Linda had found herself in on similar occasions. But this man was in an entirely different condition. His body looked tense, he was breathing deeply, and he almost squirmed with the restlessness he must be feeling. The reason for that was obvious: he was deeply aroused, and the proof of his arousal stood up hard and proud right before her eyes. Maybe this was his first time here. Although she had not been in quite this state herself on her first visit, she definitely had been excited enough to feel her nipples harden and her pussy getting moist. Judging by how big and hard and erect he was, it affected him even more than it had her.
On second thought, though... He looked to be quite young. He would have to be legally an adult, since that was one of the conditions for membership, but the part of him that she could see didn't look much older than that. Perhaps he wasn't very experienced yet, and combined with the vigor of youth that would account for his current condition. He looked close to bursting, straining with the pressure within him. The head of his cock was almost purple, its silky surface shiny with tension, and from the slit at the tip a clear drop of pre-cum was slowly leaking out.
Would he be the one for her today? She didn't doubt that she could teach him a few things. He'd probably be a little quick on the trigger, so to speak, but his youth and his arousal should make up for that and get him back in the game quite quickly after an orgasm. It certainly had possibilities...
But something made her reconsider. She couldn't have explained what it was, neither then nor later, but deep down inside her there was a strange certainty, telling her that he wasn't what she was here for. Still, to leave him in this condition...
She gazed at the rigid, blue-veined shaft, watching as it nodded gently up and down with his pulse, and she smiled as an idea began to form in her mind. He would be alerted to her presence when she closed the door to the room, because that would cause a light to blink on and off at the other side of the partition that hid his arms, shoulders and head from her sight. But until she did that, he had no way of knowing she was here, looking at him. She'd have to pick a room and close the door eventually, but for a few minutes she could probably get away with bending the rules just a little, and from the looks of it a few minutes were all she'd need.
