Part 1
Prologue
The Strange is unusual or surprising in a way that is unsettling or hard to understand. Something not previously visited, seen, or encountered; unfamiliar or alien. It is unorthodox, distinctive, different, uncommon, exotic, and atypical. It is strikingly odd, fantastic.
And bizarre is markedly unusual in appearance or style, strikingly out of the ordinary: such as, extravagant, or eccentric in style or mode involving sensational contrasts or incongruities. Such phenomena happened to the protagonist of this story all at once. Did he regret it, not on your life. Please read on.
Outrageous Fortune
The late Spring sun shone thru the window of the guest room like pale gold on that Friday morning. I sipped the black coffee, brought to me by the maid, by the window, looking out at the open fields beyond. The severe thunderstorm of the previous night had forced me off the highway just outside Santa Fe, to seek shelter at the "Ye Olde Inn". It was crowded with tourists, most of them elderly couples. Ramona Rivera the Innkeeper had been very kind to offer me the guest room in her own apartment at the back of the Inn, for the night. She is a tough, independent 52 year old woman of Chilean ancestry. Her resemblance to the late famous artist Frida Kahlo was stunning, down to her thick eyebrows. Her conversations are mostly memories drifting from the present into the past, back and forth; her voice a sultry sound which I found attractive.
The weather had suddenly become beautiful, warm and sunny the next day. I decided to stay a day or two longer for rest and relaxation. After all I'd been driving for a very long time. I called my partner Doraine in Denver to tell her, but dialed a wrong number and got connected with a local young woman. Her name was Odette and she was a delight to talk to.
I have never been so enchanted by someone I'd never met. And she seemed to be equally delighted with me...We talked for almost two hours; from philosophy to sex, with lots of humor between.
Odette came across as a post-modern, exotic, exhilarating, urbane woman. A little decadent and extremely appealing. Her memorable line was:
"I do nothing I don't like and I'm quite firm about that."
She also said "Women want different relationships not just different positions."
She informed me of a party that evening at an exclusive joint called the Gynaeceum and invited me to meet her there. It was restricted to a select group of people and I needed a password to enter, which she gave me.
It was very warm that evening. The party at the Gynaeceum, an urban women's commune, was really swinging...It was dominated by the resident lesbians, with a sprinkling of bisexuals and a number of invited males, some of them gay. Was this the lesbian underground the commune was supposed to be? I wondered, moving thru the crowd of wall to wall women.
"The lesbian takeover is on!" cheered a leather-clad butch as she audaciously fondled the crotches of the two women with her. The music was nice, female, heavy, throbbing, and sexy. The ambiance cool, charged with sensuality the air thick with the fragrance of Cunt. And there was so much of it!
I was in an expansive, tender mood, immersing myself in the smoldering, blatant sensuality on display. I became instant friends with a middle aged Chicana called Renata who seemed a little crazy and pretty high on something.
She seemed ecstatically alive, in a world of sensation and passion. Brought on undoubtedly by the highly eroticized rituals and our lewd and wet conversation. She looked good and elegant and eminently fuckable.
She told me of an earlier incident that day...She is in an elevator to see her new woman lover, when a cool, handsome guy enters the elevator and without much ado, stops the elevator, bends her over and fucks her extremely well...She finally meets her lover, dripping semen and her own juices. Her lover is very excited and turned-on. She throws her down on the sofa and eats her dripping pussy to another orgasm.
"Would you like to see my pussy?" she asked me with a wink.
"It's very wet. It's always wet never dry," she added.
I was astonished, startled but curious...With that she raised her denim skirt to reveal a beautiful dark mound of wet thick fur between her brown thighs, no panties...She asked me to feel it and I did; running my fingers thru the wet gulley, fiddling with her clitoris, loving the wet, squishy feeling of her pussy. Suddenly she smiled broadly and asked for my number which I texted to her. I was flabbergasted. This woman must be loco I thought.
Then I noticed Odette as she walked thru the door, sporting the large, bronze vulva-shaped pendant she promised to wear for identification...She was a lithe, graceful, attractive woman in her early forties. I felt a deep stirring in my crotch. I smiled at her and she smiled back with interest, our eyes revealing a mutual attraction. Later she said my smile was sensual and feminine, yet masculine as we moved to the dance floor and into each other's arms, fused...It was like making love, moving against each other slowly while the music went thru our bodies in ripples.
Our hands swept over our bodies, again and again. She shuddered with desire as I pressed my hardon against her warm cunt thru her jeans while I stroked her nipples.
"Holy shit, that feels like one big, motherfucking dick in your pants" she whispered, gliding her hand over my crotch.
"This is a night for love" I whispered into her ear.
"Fuck love. It's sex I crave. And I want you to fuck me royally" she said almost solemnly...A dialed wrong number had brought us together earlier that day. And during the lengthy, interesting conversation that ensued, she invited me to the exclusive party. Odette had sounded curious about me and I was eager to satisfy that curiosity. She also came across as a very frank woman who made no bones about her sexual proclivities.
Bright moonlight penetrated thru the window, bathing Odette's bedroom in a passion of shadowy-brilliance; a solitary candle burned softly at a corner of the room. Her mocha-caramel skin glowed in the moonlight, her silky black hair hung down to her shoulders in braids. Her deep brown eyes dramatically lit up a burning fury of her sensuality...She stood naked with legs parted. I could sense the fire that raged between those legs, the liquid desire that flowed from there, slippery, wanting. Her nipples stood erect, her face flushed.
She lay down on the bed propped up against the pillows and headboard; her legs pulled up and parted. Her wooly pubic hairs thick, glossy black; her clitoris big erect, throbbing.
"Holy fuck" I gulped.
