This is the first chapter of "A Hot Stranger's Fantasy" series.
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That sexy brunette entered the lobby from the cold outdoors, her soft hair falling past her shoulders and down to her hips. She wore a wonderful white shirt with a low cut neck, where I could see the top half of those delicious breasts. My dick grew hard at the sight.
But after I admired her sweet body, I was astonished to see that she was crying. Tears ran down her face, and she tried to wipe them away.
I saw my entrance and stepped up to her. She widened her eyes and shrunk back.
I gave her my best smile. "Pretty lady, what's wrong?"
She mopped her tears again, and peered at me through those long lashes of hers. She smirked. "Why should I tell you?"
I grinned. "You don't have to tell me. I just wanted to offer you some comfort."
She scanned me from head to toe, frowning. Then she turned on her heel and headed to the elevators.
I followed. "Oh, honey, look at you. So sad and lonely. Did your boyfriend dump you?"
The woman raised an eyebrow at me. "No."
The elevator doors sprang open and she hurried inside. I got in right before the doors closed.
She sighed, folded her arms over her chest, and looked away from me.
I chuckled as I leaned toward her. "If it wasn't a boyfriend, then what was it? Come on, you can tell me anything."
She threw a hard glare at me. "Well, I'm telling you to fuck off."
I grinned widely. "Oh, I'd love to fuck."
The girl groaned and began playing with her hair, the brown tresses so fine and silky.
When the elevator doors dinged open at her floor, she strode out. I was close behind her.
"Ugh, stop following me," she said with rage on her face.
But I chuckled, the calm and cool guy that I was. "My offer is still on the table. You're unhappy, miserable, but I can take all your pain away."
The beautiful girl leveled me with a glower. "Get lost."
She headed to a door, unlocked it, quickly got inside and slammed the door in my face.
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Alone in my apartment, I lay on my cool couch, stroking my cock as I imagined doing things to that hot girl upstairs.
She was cold, wasn't she? The girl claimed that she wasn't jilted by a boyfriend, but I could tell it was something similar.
After I came, I fell asleep. But I woke up not long after, and felt in need of a walk. It was already dark outside, almost 10 pm, but I didn't care.
I wandered downstairs in the mini park just outside the building.
The crickets were loud tonight, just to cover the silence that would fill the air otherwise. I was rounding the corner of another clump of tall artificial grass, when I bumped into a familiar figure.
She gasped in shock before her eyes narrowed. "How are you still following me?"
In the dim lamplight, the girl looked even more alluring. She had changed her clothes...And it seemed like she had wrapped herself in shreds of black fabric, like she was about to do something very naughty with somebody.
Her body shivered in a strange, suggestive way, and she secretly caressed her supple butt. Despite the scorn in her eyes, her mouth was partly open, breaths labored. Her breasts heaved like they were pointed towards me, inviting.
I resisted the urge to touch my cock just yet. "I wasn't following you this time, sweetheart. I'm allowed to take a late night stroll, too. And what were you meaning to do here, all wrapped up in those shreds of fabric?"
She stiffened, but her body still shuddered in that mesmerizing, curious manner. "That's none of your business."
"I guess you haven't broken up with your boyfriend yet," I taunted.
The woman rolled her eyes. "I don't have a boyfriend." Yet, she swished her hips in a way that widened the space between her legs.
"Maybe that's the problem," I leered, not reacting yet, just watching and waiting to see what she did next.
She sighed and ran a hand through her long dark hair. As she did so, she subtly brushed her breast on the way down. "I'm fine, okay? I don't need your concern and false sympathy." Nevertheless, her voice grew softer.
I then stood in a way that gave her a clearer view of my package. "Honey, I hate seeing women be so sad like that. Whenever I see a damsel in distress, I immediately want to give them comfort--and pleasure."
The pretty woman peered at me warily. Her eyes were hooded, her breaths shallow. Then a slim smile slid up her face. "Are you brave enough to take me right here, where anyone can see?"
Delight filled my groin. I was gratified that I had read her signs right. "Oh, yes, my dear..." I took a few steps towards her and kissed her mouth.
She groaned and for a while, it seemed like she was going to push me away. But she parted her lips to grant me better access, and my tongue plunged down her throat.