The Night Stranger
Cathy had just returned home from choir practice. This session had run longer than normal as they were polishing up a few final pieces in preparation for their upcoming overseas tour. It would be her first trip overseas and she was excited about going. She had worked particularly hard the last few months to make sure that she would be among the final group of sopranos selected for the trip.
Tonight, she learned that she had made the cut and felt a deep sense of accomplishment and pride. Some of her friends in the choir had invited her to join them for drinks at a local bar, but it was late, she was tired and needed to be at work early in the morning. So, in lieu of celebrating, she decided to head back to her apartment. There, she was greeted by her ever loyal but consistently indifferent cat, whose primary concern was being fed.
After tending to Mr. Tibbs' needs, Cathy poured herself a glass of Pinot Grigio, kicked her shoes off and dropped into her favorite easy chair. As she sipped her wine, she thought about the upcoming trip. Would it be a success? Would she perform well? Would she meet anyone interesting? The last question really meant would she meet a man? It had been a while after all.
There hadn't been a lot of men in her 40 plus years of life, and the last one was one she had tried to forget. They broke up about a year ago after he became first verbally, and then physically abusive. There was the occasional flirtation at choir practice directed at her by one of the tenors, Tony, but it never seemed to go anywhere. As for her "needs," she tended to them with one or more of the toys kept in a drawer next to her bed.
It was warm in the apartment. The AC in the building was hit or miss the last couple of weeks, and tonight it seemed to be the latter. The wine made her drowsy. She finished the last of it as she rose from her chair and put the glass on the kitchen counter as she made her way to the bedroom. It too was warm, even warmer than the living room. She reached up to turn on the overhead fan.
She kicked off her shoes, peeled off her black tights and lifted the white peasant blouse over her head. She tossed them on the chair in the corner and stretched out on top of the bed spread. She turned off the light and lay there in the pitch black darkness in her black bra and panties, spread-eagled, to allow the breeze from above to cool her. She didn't intend to fall asleep that way. She intended to lay there a few moments, cool off, and then get ready for bed properly by brushing her teeth, climbing into her PJs and then slipping in between the fresh sheets she had put on that morning. But that's not what happened.
Was it the slight chill she felt later that woke her? Was it her cat jumping on the bed as she sometimes did in the middle of the night? Or, was it something else? Half awake, still suspended somewhere between the deep sleep she had been in and the reality of the moment, she opened her eyes and struggled to see in the darkness. She thought she made out a figure standing next to her bed, but there was so little light, and in her semi conscious state, she couldn't be sure. Then, the figure spoke.
His voice was soft and soothing, so soft that it was barely audible. But, there was something about it that put her instantly at ease.
"It's OK, Cathy. You don't need to be afraid. I am not going to hurt you."
The voice was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't be sure who it was. She knew she should be afraid but there was something deeply comforting about the voice and she fully believed what the voice was saying. Her rational self told her that she should leap off the bed, scream bloody murder and bolt for the door, but she was still in a dream state and could not will herself to do anything but lay there and listen to the voice, which spoke again in a low soothing tone.
"I know you want this to happen Cathy. I know what you need and I know how to give it to you. I am going to take you to places tonight you have never been before."
With that, the dark figure placed the palm of his warm hand alongside her face and massaged her temple as he gently pulled her head to the edge of the bed.
"That's it Cathy, come closer. I have something for you. I know you want it and tonight it's all yours." While she could only see outlines and shadows, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered.
She flared her nostrils and took in the unmistakable musky aroma of his manhood. His hand moved up past her temple and closed around her black tresses. Had she been fully awake, this likely would have been the moment that panic overtook her, but there was something about the voice. It completely calmed and reassured her.
"Taste me, he said," as he pulled her mouth to him.
Her lips parted and the warm head of his penis slipped in. She ran her tongue around the ridge of its large mushroom head as he gently slid it in and out of her wet lips. Some salty precum dribbled into her mouth as she sucked him. It was nectar to her and just a preview of the milky stream that she hoped would follow. She felt a dampness spreading in her panties as her wetness oozed out of her.
"That's good Cathy. Just like that. Keep doing it just like that."
His hand was on her knee now. He pulled it up and towards him to open her up and give him full access. She felt his finger tracing the damp crevice in her panties from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, where his finger lingered and teased her through the thin fabric. Her moans, muted by the presence of his penis in her mouth, grew louder as he stroked her. This went on for some minutes. The feelings aroused by his soft manipulations of her clitoris were exquisite. Soon, she could feel an orgasm building deep within as he continued to expertly massage her through her panties, which were now so soaked that a small puddle of her juices was wetting the bed covers beneath her.
"You can cum for me now Cathy," he said in that same soothing baritone. "Let it go and cum for me."
As if waiting for his permission, she did as commanded and let it happen. Her whole body shuddered, and her thighs quivered as the orgasm overtook her. He held her head in place, continuing to use her willing mouth as wave after wave of her orgasm swept over her. As the last wave subsided and her body began to relax, he pulled away from her and leaned in next to her ear.
She could feel his warm breath against her ear as he whispered. "Tell me what you want Cathy."
"I want it, she said. I want you to do it to me."
"No, Cathy, he said softly but firmly. You must tell me exactly what you want. Say the words."
"I want you inside me," she said.
"What do you want inside you Cathy? Where do you want it? Tell me. I want to hear you say the words."
Almost pleading now, she said "I want you to fuck me. I want you to bury your cock in my pussy! Please!"
"That's better Cathy," he said, stroking her hair again.
"Take off your panties for me," he said in a soft whisper.
