A Familiar Stranger 5

Serena leaned over the seat and thrust a twenty into the guy's hand and told him to keep the change, like a big-shot movie star. £1.60 wouldn't change the guy's life, but a tip was a tip.

She swept up her handbag, almost twisted her ankle getting out of the taxi, slammed his door, and waved him off with her arms in the air, almost popping her boobs out of her strapless dress. She immediately felt a shiver on this wintry December night.

To make up for her stumble out of the taxi, her inebriated brain thought she should overcompensate for any potential observers, so she strode heel to toe, catwalk style, to her garden gate, giggling as she steadied herself on the frame, the energetic walk making her feel warm and sexy.

It had been a good night. The asshole ratio had been low; a few guys worth flirting with; and she even gave her number out to a guy.

But today was about Ayesha and her relationship rehabilitation.

Serena had last spotted her waving as she jumped in a car with some handsome, prematurely bald lad. So the rehabilitation could be deemed a success, in her eyes.

The stupid, goddamn latch was brok- nope, she worked it out and stumble-fell into her garden.

Her heart dropped to her bowels, and she was instantly overcome with sobriety and fear.

Someone was pressed against her living room window, peering in? Drunkenly leaning?...

"Oi! You wanker! Are you pissing on my house?" She blurted.

The figure turned slowly, an old man it looked like. The light, such as it was, picked up the grey of his hair and the fullness of a wild beard.

"You see me?" The figure asked in a clipped accent that Serena associated with old British films.

"Yes, I see you, pissing on my wall!" Serena exclaimed. But her eye was caught by the glint of light coming from the window. She watched as intricate swirls and branching fern patterns unfurled in real time across her front window.

By the time she looked back to the stranger, he had taken a few steps forward, and she realized he wasn't an old man at all, but a light-haired twenty-something without so much as a 5 o'clock shadow.

His fresh, pale face was rather beautiful.

"What... why are you in my garden?" She asked, her breath caught in her chest.

Even in this low light, his eyes shone like ice blue torches. They searched her face meaningfully.

"You see me mortal? It's been many a year since one of your kind has laid eyes upon me." He said, his accent slightly softened.

Oh shit. He must be one of those incels. She'd have a "doth m'lady" soon enough.

She was still just drunk enough to not give a fuck. She was suddenly very attracted to this beautiful man, and her body was taking control.

She reached a hand to his cheek, as if led by magnetism, and felt a shock of cold run through her fingertips, as if picking out an ice cube from her drink.

His eyes closed, and an expression of serenity crossed his face.

"It has been a longer time still that one has touched me so."

"And how long since you've touched another one... so?" Serena asked, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.

His touch immediately stiffened her nipple, as would a cool wind, but without the discomfort.

She exhaled and saw her breath crystallize in the air.

His eyes slowly opened, and his pure blue gaze trapped her in time. Their faces moved like glaciers, ever so slowly towards each other, until their lips met in a shiver of excitement.

His hand fell to her stockinged thigh and crept like a spreading frost upwards, leaving a burn of sensation to thrill her in its wake and her pussy to quiver in anticipation as to where he was headed.

Her own hands bunched in the short hair at the back of his head. She held him still so she could explore him with kisses.

But she couldn't suppress a whimper when his finger searched the lining of her knickers, finding an edge, and moving underneath it to her hot wetness.

Her eyes flew wide in shock at the chill of his touch, as if he stroked her with an icicle made of soft, yielding flesh. He slid a finger inside her, and her breath, ragged and quick, froze in the air.

Her spine pulsed with desire, and she rolled her hips, desperately asking for more.

Suddenly naked, as would happen in a dream, the stranger gently laid her onto the grass of her lawn. It was white with frost but felt like a crisp, fresh duvet under her skin. The tiny crackle and crunch of the frozen grass was pleasurable to her ears, as was his soft whisper that spoke,

"No more beautiful a maiden have I ever laid with in all my times." The words felt like a fresh winter sleet, cutting to the core of her.

"I've never let a guy fuck me whose name I didn't know." She stated bluntly, her eyes unable to choose on which perfect feature of his face to focus.

"Call me Jack." He sighed in a voice softer than snow.

His dick was in his hand, and he guided it skillfully, the tip slowly and surely pressing into her.

It felt as though ice was spreading through her. The nip of his touch multiplied and poured into her veins.

It felt as though she had dived into a frozen alpine lake. Her breath wouldn't fill her lungs as the shock radiated through her being.

He began slow thrusts, and the feeling settled. She caught her breath, chasing and gasping gulps of air as he penetrated through her.

She gained enough air to let go the cry of ecstasy that had swollen inside of her, and she ripped her nails into the soft flesh of his back.

They soon moved in unison, entwined as the twists of frost on the window, they sunk into each other's pleasure.

Her body was a most comfortable thrill of winter elation. She wrapped her legs around him and begged for his release.

With a sigh that cracked the air like calving icebergs, he let go, and the sudden exploding heat that contrasted inside her fractured her conscious mind, and she came as she had never done before.

The final strong thrust of his cock completed her orgasm, and she lay, twisting and clawing at the frozen ground.

And at once his weight lifted off her, his presence thawing into nothingness, bar the rustle of his voice on a sudden breeze that murdered,

"Thank you, my lady..."

*Knew it,* she thought giddily, and felt the sudden coldness of his absence.