Stranger in the Night
Sitting on the top of the grassy hill overlooking the riverfront,
I was enjoying the hometown fireworks display. It amazed
me that I was sitting with thousands of other people, yet
each of us was staring in silent awe at the light show above
our heads. So, it did not really bother me that I had gotten
separated from the group of friends with whom I had arrived.
I knew we would hook up afterwards. Besides, seated alone
at the back of the crowd, I had room to stretch out my legs
and prop back on my arms. The rest of the onlookers reminded
me of sardines packed in their can. I was startled from my
reverie when I heard a voice behind ask if he could join me.
I nodded yes, not wanting to break the silence. I had expected
the man to take a seat beside me. I was surprised when I felt
his hands on my shoulders as he lowered himself to the ground
behind me. But when he straddled my body with his, placed
his muscular legs along side of mine and moved in so close
that we were now touching, I was shocked. I made an attempt
to pull away, but he held me in place with his hands on my arms.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear that he had been observing
me for several minutes. He said he thought I looked uncomfortable
propped on my arms and merely felt he could provide a human
pillow for me to lean against. I will admit my arms had been
getting tired, but I was not about to be this close to a total
stranger. I made another attempt to move, but he was much
stronger and refused to release me from his grasp. After
a brief struggle I knew I would never win, I stopped moving,
my rigid body between his legs. He began to slowly caress
the smooth flesh of my bare arms with his strong hands. The
little shiver that shot through my body was simply a result
of the night air, I told myself. He continued to stroke my
arms while whispering how good I felt and that he meant me
no harm. He told me he just want to enjoy the display with
me. I could feel the tension in my muscles ease some as he
spoke these reassuring words in that gentle voice. Maybe
this would not be so bad after all. Besides, it had been quite
a while since I had been touched by a man and it did feel quite
good. We sat like that for some time, the tension slowly
subsiding with each passing minute, until finally I was
completely relaxed. Willingly, I leaned back to rest myself
on his chest. I could feel his warmth through our shirts.
Once he felt my body cave in, he became more daring with his
hands. He worked them inward from my arms until they came
to rest on my breasts. Waiting for a reaction from me, he
simply held his hands on top of my t-shirt. I could feel my
nipples harden, as I was certain he could as well. Taking
this as his cue, he cupped a breast in each of his hands and
began to tenderly massage them through the material of
my shirt. My small moans of pleasure told him all he needed
to know. He was sending signals of his own. I could feel his
erection beginning to grow in the small of my back. Rather
than being frightened by the feel of a stranger’s
cock pressed against me, I somehow felt safe and secure.
This was the most outlandish thing I had done in my life,
yet I could not will myself to stop. I could feel the moisture
between my legs from his caresses. He tugged at my t-shirt
until it came free of the waist of my shorts and slipped his
hands underneath of it. I looked around the people in front
of us to see if anyone had witnessed his bold move. Not one
set of eyes was looking our way. The new sensation of skin
on skin caused me to moan deeper and I begin to squirm. By
doing so, I could feel his penis was completely erect. He
let out a moan of his own feeling my bottom wiggling against
his manhood. He increased his hold on my breast; kneading
them in his hands while twirling the nipples between two
of his fingers. I cannot remember the last time I had felt
this relaxed yet incredibly excited at the same time. I
needed to see the face of the man giving me so much pleasure.
I tilted my head over my shoulder; he bent over to me. I was
staring into the most beautiful blues eyes that were twinkling
in the moonlight. We both leaned forward and met with our
lips. A bolt of electricity shot through me. We began to
probe one another’s mouth with our tongues. The
urgency we both felt was being played out in the intensity
of our kiss. It had been years since I had a man kiss me with
this much passion. As we parted lips, we sat for a moment
gazing into one another’s eyes. I turned my head
back around and sat for a minute savoring the taste of his
lips on mine. I wonder if he would be this good with his tongue
on my other lips, I mused to myself. Smiling inside and out
I did not protest when he began to work his hand down my body
toward my stomach. He paused there to rub in an incredibly
sensual circular motion. By now I could feel my wetness
dripping onto my shorts. Sliding his hand down under the
waistband of my shorts he too could feel how aroused I had
become. With the tip of his finger, he traced the outline
of my lips, stopping occasionally to rub my clit. His finger
felt magical. After teasing and toying with me for what
seemed like hours, he dipped his finger inside my wetness.
Our moans were quite audible. I glanced around again to
see that the others were totally oblivious to our activities.
No sooner had he slipped his finger into me, he withdrew
it. A small moan of disappointment escaped me. He lifted
his hand to his mouth and licked off the sweet nectar of my
juices. From his noises I guessed that he enjoyed my taste.
He replaced his hand inside my shorts and continued to probe
my now soaking pussy. How could such an obviously strong
man be so gentle? I could hear the sound of him unzipping
his shorts and soon felt his cock spring free of the confines
of his shorts. I rubbed the exposed bit of skin at the bottom
of my back against his hardness. I hoped he liked what he
was feeling as much as I was. He reached around with his free
hand and pushed at the elastic waistband of my running shorts.
I placed my hand on his to stop his progress. Innocent touching
was one thing; removing my clothes in a mob of people was
quite another. He whispered in my ear he knew what he was
doing and to relax and enjoy. He slid my shorts down to my
knees. Using his legs and body as a protective shield, no
one could see that I was now partially exposed. The sheer
realization of what we were about to do stimulated me to
the point I was near orgasm. Removing his hand from my shorts
and placing both of them on my hips he lifted me up from the
ground and toward his awaiting cock. The tip of his cock
found my opening and he slowly lowered my body down, filling
my pussy inch by inch. The slow, gentle penetration was
more than I could stand. My body trembled in orgasm. We sat
without moving a muscle for a long time. We were each savoring
the feel of the other and allowing our bodies to grow accustom
to one another. But I wanted more and I knew he did as well.
I could not stop my hips when they began to gyrate. He cautioned
me that we must be very careful so as not to draw attention
to ourselves. Granted, we had the cover of darkness in our
favor, but we still could not do or say anything that would
arouse the suspicions of the audience in front of us. He
told me to relax and enjoy and leave everything to him. Since
all he had done to this point had been so wonderful, I did
not argue and heeded his advice. He lifted my body upward
a few inches and brought it slowly back down. Again and again
he repeated this motion. The feel of my pussy gliding up
and down his shaft was incredible. With each upward lift
of my body he slid me higher and higher up his shaft. With
each downward motion, we both were enjoying the fullness
of his cock in my tight, wet pussy. Not being able to escalate
any further for fear of making our coupling known, we continued
the slow steady pace. It felt simply wonderful. His soft,
sexy voice filled my ears as his cock filled my pussy. He
told me how wonderful I felt, how sensual I was, how incredibly
turned on he was, that if he could he wanted to roll me onto
my back and fuck me until I came. I love the sound of a man’s
voice while making love. The steady stream of his voice
was bringing me to the brink of another orgasm. When his
words got more graphic and more erotic I thought I might
burst. He was telling me how much he wanted to lick me, to
suck me, to fuck my pussy, to ram his cock into me! That did
it. My body erupted in a slow intense orgasm that felt like
it would never end. As my muscles contracted in orgasm,
I felt his cock become rigid. He pulled my body down hard
and held it firmly in place; his cock now buried deep inside
me. He wrapped both of his arms tightly around me and held
me close as he began to shoot his cum up inside of me. With
each new convulsion, he tightened his hold on me. As he unloaded
the last of his cum into me he held me so tight I thought I would
snap in two. Finally completely spent, he collapsed onto
my back. We remained in that embrace for several minutes;
both of us lost in our own thoughts of what we had just experienced.
The sounds of the fireworks were becoming louder and faster.
The grand finale had begun. Knowing that at any moment the
show would be over and thousands of people would be passing
us to leave, be both quickly readjusted our clothing and
resumed our previous positions. Two thoughts were going
through my mind at one. The first being how great I felt from
my head down to my toes. The second was that anyone who saw
us now, two people engrossed in the fireworks display,
would have no clue as to what had just transpired between
us. The last thought made me chuckle aloud. He too chuckled,
most probably for the same reason. With a final deafening
crash, the display came to an end and the people around us
began to gather up their belongings and stand to leave.
He rose first and helped me to my feet. A moment of awkward
silence passed between us. I heard my name being yelled.
I turned to see the group of my friend heading in our direction.
When I turned back around to invite my new friend to join
us for a drink, he was gone! He had simply vanished into thin
air. Though I have never seen the man since that night, I
will always have the fond memories of the short, intimate
time we shared.
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