Stranded Ch 02 11

Old Acquaintance Not Forgot

The holidays were finally over. Time to start heading back home. There were good meals, lots of presents to open, people to see and family to visit. I for one, am tired of the festivities. I am ready to start a new year from the comfort of my own place. No big New Years Eve plans just me, a nice fire and a glass of bubbly.

I take off early looking to avoid most of the holiday traffic heading back to their destinations. I try to plan it just right. And am really hoping for no surprises on the way back, unlike the beginning of my trip. But honestly, even that didn't turn out too badly. I met a hot stranger, had a hot one-night stand and didn't do any major damage to my vehicle. I thought of Chris a few times over the last few weeks. It always brought a smile to my face.

The drive home was uneventful. The normal stops for fuel and snacks. The weather was not frightful, colder the farther back up North I went but the ice and snow held off until I got into town. No car problems, no accidents.

I pulled into my parking lot late or actually early morning. I was exhausted having driven straight through. I left my bags and other things in my car, not interested in unpacking tonight. I grabbed my backpack and phone and locked it up for the night. I let myself inside, flipping on lights as I go. It's always so good to be home.

I kick off my boots, drop my backpack and head for the fridge. Yes! There is still half a bottle of wine in there. I could use a glass. I pour myself one, turn on some music and decide to get comfortable. I light a few candles and turn the fireplace on. I need to check my mailbox and walk to the lobby. Not much in there, mostly junk mail. And a couple of Christmas cards.

I sit down and take a sip of wine as I open the cards. A couple from old friends and one with no return address. I open it and pull out the card. There is a drawing of a dick wearing a Santa hat. When I open the card, it says: "Wishing You Peace and Ha-Penis" With a little heart and a "C", and an email address. I had to laugh. It was from Chris! I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he knew where I lived. I never really thought about it, and I have no idea where he is from. I didn't get a look at his license plates to see what state they were from, and we didn't discuss it. It was a cute card and a sweet thought.

I finished my wine and decided to shower. The hot water will help relax me so I can get a good night's sleep. I start the shower letting the water get all steamy as I strip. I am smiling thinking about the sexy, funny card. I step into the shower and am instantly calmer. I let the water hit my face and run over my head. I stood there for quite a while just enjoying the hot spray. I started thinking back on my drive down, the accident, the good Samaritan. I was remembering the surprise visit to my room with my handsome stranger. And I began to feel a little tingle just thinking about it. I soaped up my hands and rubbed my shoulders, my chest my tits. I slowly work my way down, between my legs and rub my pussy. I make it all soapy and slippery as I slide a finger in. The water so hot as it runs down. I decide to turn the shower off and lay in the tub as the hot water flows through the faucet. I slide myself toward the fast current and spread my lips open for the rough water to hit me. The heat of the water as it sprays against my clit, my fingers working inside of me and memories of fucking my stranger, make me orgasm quickly. My clit becoming so sensitive as the water pulses against it. I slide back, away from the stream and continue to rub my wet pussy as I finish cumming in the hot soapy water.

I lay back for a few minutes longer before standing and stepping out of the tub. The bathroom is still steamy, and I am not looking forward to walking out into the chilly air of my apartment. I wrap my hair in a towel and wrap myself in a big fluffy towel. When I remember, I still have Chris' robe. Of course, it is in my suitcase, so it doesn't do me much good right now. I smile again at the memories. I quickly go to my bedroom and grab some comfy clothes. My typical flannel pants and sweatshirt to get warm.

I fill my wine glass again and cozy up on the sofa to read emails and check social media. I am pretty relaxed after the shower, bath, masturbation, wine and decide to call it a night and head to bed. I feel like I could sleep for a week.

I'm busy the next day, unpacking my car, cleaning it out. Taking my bags and packages inside to unpack, put things away, start my laundry. I keep thinking about the email address that Chris wrote in the card. I'm not sure I am ready to contact him. I don't know if it's a good idea. Sure, we had a fun rendezvous but where would this lead? I'm not looking for a relationship. Do I need a fuck buddy? Maybe. It's all just a bit strange and overwhelming. I decide to do nothing. Just let it go.

There are a couple more days before the New Year, and I am contemplating making some plans. I am not into huge crowds or loud venues. I have no idea what might be going on around town. I'm sure it is too late to try to get into any main events and I'm sure there are no rooms available in any of the nicer hotels. I may just have to make it a quiet night at home which is typical for me.

I keep thinking of Chris and feeling lonely. Should I reach out? I decide to say the hell with it and send him a message, just to say hi. I find the card and type in the email address he left me. I send him a short message, "Thanks for the card. I hope your holidays were merry and bright. Hugs" He responds quickly! I was very surprised.

"Hi sexy. I can't stop thinking about you. I need to see you again. Plans for New Years? I'm in town, call me," he replied, including a phone number. OH NO! I thought! What have I done? Ummm, now what? I have no idea what to say. I close my laptop and decide to think about it. I'm nervous. A chance encounter is one thing but this? How do I respond?

I don't know why I am questioning this so much. I'm single, I have no one to answer to. I can come and go as I please. Why not take a chance? It's obvious we had a connection. I open my laptop and login to my email. There is another message from him, "Still waiting" was all it said. I wasn't ready to call him, but I did respond. "I was surprised to hear from you so quickly. How long will you be in town? Where are you staying? And what are your plans?" I replied

"I will be here for the next week. I have no definite plans other than wanting to see you." he said "Let's have dinner. Please?" I hesitate to reply. This all seems so sudden and out of the blue. I don't know how to feel. I feel flushed, like I am blushing. "When?" I answer back. Suddenly I feel like a fish at the end of a line. Like he's thinking, 'Gotcha'! Now he'll reel me in.

He answers with a smile emoji. I wait for what seems like forever. He finally answers back. "St. Elmo's, tomorrow night, 7:00? Sound good? Say yes."

It's just dinner, I think to myself. "Yes. Sure." I reply. I instantly start to get butterflies. It's like a first date, something I haven't had in a long time. I feel like a kid again, excited and nervous, my ears are hot. I shake my head and sip my wine.

"Perfect!" he answers back. "I can't wait. Have a great night" - C

Great. Now I need to figure out what I am going to wear. It would be funny to show up in a nice dress, wearing his robe as a jacket. But I decided against that. I have new black suede boots, I know I will be wearing those. It's going to be cold, so I need something comfortable. I don't want to be nervous and freezing. Of course, I opt for a sexy white bra and panties underneath. I have a dress I haven't worn yet. It's a wrap dress, long sleeves, low v neck, tie at the waist, it hits below my knees. It's soft and sexy, it has fringe at the hem and sleeves. It's vintage, black, I found it at a little boutique while out of town for the holidays. It'll be perfect. Plain, little black dress. I'm not doing anything fancy with my hair, a simple up-do and minimal makeup. I truly don't know what to expect. But at least he seems upbeat and excited to see me. That's always good. I am hoping to get to know more about him. We didn't do much talking last time we met.

I'm finding it hard to sleep. I am anxious. I want to relieve myself but not sure I want to rub one out. I'll just try to relax and reminisce about our night together. I eventually fall asleep. Once I awake in the morning I start my coffee, watch the news and weather, check my email. There he is again. "I thought about you last night." and there is an attachment. A picture of his nice hand wrapped around his erect penis. I love that. If I had my choice as far as dick pics go, I want to see his hand wrapped around it. I remember it fondly and smile. I don't reciprocate. He'll have to go by memory. I close my laptop and get ready to shower.

I spend quite a while in the steamy bathroom. I shave, everything. Wash my hair, oil myself up before rinsing off. My body oil smells so good, like a summer vacation, a little salty, a little coconut, sun and sea. I rub it into my skin as I rinse. Letting it soak in. Now I am all smooth and clean. I'm starting to get that tingly feeling again.

I'm finding it hard to concentrate as I go about my day. I want this to go right. I want to have a nice night out with my mysterious stranger. A good meal, a few drinks, some laughs. I never go out. I am the homebody type who would rather stay home, and sip wine as opposed to loud, noisy, crowded places. I tend to be a bit introverted. I don't like drawing attention to myself. Although I consider myself pretty funny. I can carry on an intelligent conversation and remain engaged; I just don't like being center of attention. I spend the day running errands and keeping busy. My mind wanders back to his dick pic and find myself aroused. I tell myself to let it go.

Finally, it's about time to get ready. I get dressed, checking myself in the mirror, not too bad. I slip on my boots, the outfit works. I start to work on my hair, piling it up, loose and messy, pulling out a few strands to frame my face. I slap on a little makeup. I pick out a couple of long necklaces that hang just above my cleavage, almost to the V in the neckline. I grab a pair of small hoop earrings too and I'm done. I throw some essentials into my backpack, including Chris' robe. Ready to go.

I drive downtown and it's really busy. It is snowing lightly and very windy. I am dreading driving back home in this weather. I need to find a parking garage close to the restaurant, so I am not completely windblown by the time I get there. I luck out and find one that is within a few steps. I'm feeling nervous again. I find a parking spot and start to walk to the restaurant. It is so cold and blowing. It only adds to my anxiety. I wait inside the parking garage for a few moments and see the entrance to the restaurant. Off I go.

I start to grab the door when someone inside opens it for me. I step inside and the place is packed. The hostess greets me and asks if I am meeting someone. I tell her yes but it's sort of a blind date. I only know him as Chris, I tell her. "Absolutely" she says, "If you'll follow me." My stomach is in knots.

I follow her through the crowd to a table in the back. It is a little darker and quieter back here. I see him. He stands and smiles. Oh my god, I remembered him being good looking, but he is gorgeous standing there. He is wearing black slacks and a button-down shirt, hands in his pockets. He pulls his hands from his pockets and places them over his heart. I can feel myself blushing. We arrive at the table; I lower my head as he reaches for me. He puts his hand on my chin and raises my head to meet his gaze. My heart is pounding. "Hi beautiful" he says, a big grin on his face. I can't speak. I just stand there, shaking my head and smiling. I'm such an idiot.

Chris puts his hand at my lower back and leads me to the table, offering a seat. It is a private booth, and I slide in. He moves across from me and slides in too. I still haven't spoken. I'm feeling shy. We both start to speak at once and laugh. We have a tendency to do that. The waiter comes by and brings a bottle of wine and two glasses. "I took the liberty of ordering, I hope you don't mind. Sweet, white, just like you like." He says. I nod. The server pours us each a glass and leaves. Chris lifts his glass as do I and we toast, clinking our glasses together. As I sip, the chill starts to leave me, and I try to relax. I mean, we have already been together, this shouldn't be that hard.

"Ok," I say, "I need to know about you. Are you single, married? Kids? Where do you live? Where were you headed when we met? I need to know these things." I take another drink of wine. He takes a drink and smiles.

"Well," he starts, "I am not married, not anymore. I have been a widower for about three years now. Yes, I have two grown kids, I'm a grandpa. I live in Michigan where I own my own business." He continues, "I was on my way to a family vacation home in Florida when I happened upon you. My family all fly down to spend Christmas together."

I didn't know what to say. "And before you ask, he says, "I am not in the habit of picking up and fucking stranded women in the middle of the night in a snowstorm. You were my first and actually the first woman I have been with since losing my wife." Again, I am speechless.

"I'm flattered" I eventually say, "I am glad I was the lucky one who happened to be on the side of the road when you drove by." I smile. He slides over, closer to me and puts his hand on mine.

"Your hand is freezing" he says and takes both of them into his own hands and blows his warm breath on them. I get a shiver down my spine. I pull his hands close to me, slide in closer and kiss him. He releases my hands and embraces me in a long passionate kiss. I can feel the tension leave my body as I melt into him. He feels so familiar. I know we only spent one night together but he feels so comfortable. I suddenly feel the need to unburden myself. I start to speak and can't seem to stop. Admitting to him how lonely and depressed I had become and that it had been twenty years since I've been with a man. Lowering my head in shame and embarrassment.

"Seriously?" He said, "you must be a natural then, because you were incredible." "Hey," he said. I look up to meet his eyes. "Would I have hunted you down if I didn't need more of you? I haven't stopped thinking about you and about that night."

He's so handsome. His beard has grown out, nicely sculpted, salt and pepper sexy. I want him. It doesn't matter how independent, how strong or even socially awkward a woman might be, I believe we all want to be swept off our feet by a strong handsome man at some point in our lives. It's good for our souls to feel wanted and loved and ravaged by someone. And in turn be able to be completely free and open with someone, pleasuring another person in ways they've not experienced. Two humans enjoying their bodies and their sexuality. I feel a connection to him, to want to share these things with him.

We continue to flirt, tease and talk. We order some food, but I am not really hungry. I can't stop looking at him and wanting him. I am in a hurry to finish dinner, but not in a hurry to end the night with him.

"What do you say we get out of here?" he asks, reaching for my hand. "Let's go." He helps me out of the booth, his hand at my lower back as he leads me towards the front door. "You wait here; I'll be right back." I stand, nervously. A car pulls to the curb. A big black SUV with a driver inside. Chris opens the back door, comes back to the restaurant door and opens it for me. He rushes me out to the car, and I slide in. He slides in after me. The car is warm and comfortable. He leans up to the driver and quietly gives him some instructions as we drive away.

"My car is in the parking garage next door" I say. "Should I get it?"

"You won't need it tonight, relax, I've got you." He smiles. I feel a tingle run through me. Once again, I am feeling giddy. Like some young girl on a first date with the captain of the football team. So awkward, so nice.

We don't drive far as we pull up to one of the nicer hotels downtown. The driver rushes around and opens the door. We step out and move to the front door as a doorman opens the door for us. Chris thanks him and we walk straight through the lobby to the elevators. He hasn't asked if this is ok, if I want to come to his room, anything. He is just taking control. I think I like it. The elevator door opens, we move inside, the only two people there. As soon as the doors close he grabs me. He puts one hand on the back of my head, the other he wraps around my waist as he starts to kiss me. His hard tongue exploring my mouth. He moves both hands down my back and onto my ass, shoving himself against me and I can already feel that he is hard. I wrap my arms around him as he kisses my neck and down my chest. I am breathing hard. It feels wonderful.

The elevator stops the doors open and he pulls me out into the hallway, still kissing me. Both of us still wrapped around each other. Even being nervous and unsure at the beginning of the night, I now know there was never any question that I would be spending the night with him. He reaches into his pocket, fumbles for the key card and opens the door. Briefly releasing me, he rushes me inside, puts the 'Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and closes it. There we are. Standing, staring at one another. I don't know what to do with myself when he approaches me. He unexpectedly picks me up and carries me to the bed.

He says nothing as he kneels down in front of me. He lifts the front of my dress, exposing my white panties and lays his head in my lap. The feel of his beard against my skin is erotic. He runs his hands along my inner thighs as I unconsciously open my legs. He moves his face into my crotch and and takes a deep breath. I am instantly moist and aroused. His fingers are brushing along the edges of my panties causing goosebumps. Then he slides up, onto the bed and lies on top of me. The weight of him so warm and heavy. "I have missed you" he says in a slightly trembling whisper and kisses me again.

He lifts himself up and off of me, reaching for my hands. He stands me up at the foot of the bed and starts to undress me. He unties my dress, slides it off my shoulders letting it fall to the ground as I step out of it. I re-actively try to cover myself and look away. "Don't do that" he says "Don't try to hide yourself from me. I want to see you." I drop my hands to my side and feel like I might cry. He moves towards me, without touching me anywhere else, kisses my neck. He places his hands on my waist and begins kissing my body. He works his way down my neck, onto my chest, my belly, caressing me as he goes. He straightens up and looks down at my breasts as I breathe heavily. His fingers slowly finding their way into my bra as he fondles my erect nipples. He unhooks my bra, my breasts bare against his hands and lips. I reach for his shirt and unbutton it, I need to feel him against me, skin to skin. He slides himself out of his shirt and wraps me in his arms. I kiss his neck as he lays me back onto the bed.

I lay there watching as he removes his shoes, socks, pants. He stands with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, his hard penis protruding from the front. I laugh and smile. He reaches for me sliding my panties off and my boots are still on. He smiles and slides them off, softly massaging my feet as he does. Then he just stands there, looking down at me as he puts his hands inside of his underwear and grabs his hard dick. Then quickly removes his shorts. His beautiful dick springing to life. Soon we are together in bed, our arms and legs entangled. Kissing, touching, holding each other.