Page 11 of Flirting with the Stranger

Once I pick my jaw up off the floor, I say, “Turn around and walk to the window. Put both your palms flat against the glass.”

She does exactly what I say. I stalk up behind her, my reflection like a double exposure against the lights of the city below.

I place my hands on her waist, lean over, and whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for your next orgasm?”

She turns her head and eagerly nods. My hands skate up and over her rib cage and wrap around her front until I cup both of her tits. I roll each hardened nipple between my finger and thumb. A small whimper escapes her throat.

“Van. If you don’t make good on your promise. I’m going to do it myself.”

I bark out a laugh. “A woman who’s self-sufficient, I like that. But don’t worry, cupcake, I got you.”

Bending down, I grip the thin straps of her panties and glide them over her hips and down her tone legs. Now, she’s in front of me in nothing but her black high heels. My hands grip her hips, my fingertips dimple her soft flesh and pull back, forcing her to bend at the waist. Still on my knees, I slide my hands down to the globes of her ass and squeeze the tender flesh. A low, breathy moan sounds above me.

I slide one hand down the crack of her ass, between her legs, until I find her soaking wet pussy. With her spread open, I circle her clit. Her arousal coats my finger. When I find her entrance, I tease the opening for a few seconds before pushing in. Her tight walls grip my finger. Fuck, if this is how she feels with only a finger, I can only imagine what it’ll be like with my dick filling her.

I continue to pump in and out, faster and harder with every thrust. Then I add a second, stretching her more. Her moans and whimpers grow louder as she pushes back against my hand. Wanting more. Needing more. And who am I to deny her?

I pull out and she whimpers from the loss. “I need to taste you.”

Before she can say anything, I’m spreading her wide from behind. I trail my tongue down the crack of her ass until I find her needy pussy. Her honey hits my taste buds and I release an animalistic groan. Like a starved man, I lap at the sweetness.

“Oh God! Ahh! That feels incredible. Don’t stop.”

Her legs quiver and she continues to grind against me, needing all the connection she can get. I flick my tongue over her clit and she exhales another throaty moan.

“Keep going. Oh Van. I’m about to come.”

With my hand wrapped around her, I continue rubbing her clit while I lap at her pussy at the same time. Her moans and whimpers fill the room as her orgasm takes over and coats my tongue. Her entire body trembles, but I don’t stop.

With the flat of my tongue, I lick bottom to top. Then I tongue fuck her while alternating between hard and soft pressure on her clit with the pad of my finger. Her legs quiver as she’s exploding again, screaming out my name. This time, I slow my movements until she comes down from her high. The room goes silent except for her breathy pants. I rise to my feet, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, and stand behind her, my lips at the shell of her ear.

“Everyone down on the streets witnessed number two and three.”

Her hands fall from the window, and she turns to face me. Her body flushed and her chest still heaving “And I want four and five to be with your cock.”

All the girls I’ve been with have never had this type of confidence with sex. Usually, they have me take the lead, which I’m okay with, but I’m finding this confidence from a woman sexy as fuck.

“When you put it that way, I can’t deny you what you want.”

I prowl toward her. One step. Two steps. My movements forcing her to retreat until her back hits the cool glass. I wrap my hands around the sides of her head, my fingers combing through her silky hair, and slam my lips to hers. My tongue peeks out and presses against the seam of hers, seeking entrance. After a little coaxing, she opens, and our tongues caress each other’s. I know she can taste herself on my tongue, but she doesn’t stop. The kiss is slow and sensual at first but grows more ravenous with each passing second. I need inside this girl. I pull away, her lips plump and swollen from the kiss. Her eyes slowly flutter open and meet mine.

“Do you have a condom? I don’t think I can wait another second without being inside you.”

She takes a moment to digest my words. “Yes. On the nightstand. In the bedroom.”

“I’ll go get it.” I turn around and glance around the large room, unsure where the bedroom is. She notices my confusion and points me to a door on the left. I barrel toward the closed door and throw it open. Flipping on the switch, light floods the room. Quickly, I glance around until I spot the box of condoms sitting on the nightstand. When I rush over to it, I yank a foil pack out and an entire strip comes with it. Not caring, I return to Holland in a flash, the foil packets fluttering behind me. She’s still standing where I left her, arms wrapped around herself, nibbling on a fingernail. She catches sight of me and drops her hand, a twinkle in her eye. Then she notices the trail of condoms behind me and a laugh bubbles from her throat.

I stop in front of her. My chest rises and falls with my labored breath. I hold up the accordion style strip of condoms, unable to hide my boyish grin. She plucks the condoms from my hand, tears off a foil packet, and holds it between two fingers.

“Now, I think it’s only fitting that this night ends the same way it began. And there’s one of us wearing too many clothes.” She finds her phone and taps on the screen. “No Diggity” by Blackstreet fills the room. She tosses her phone on the couch and sways her hips to the music. It has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

I take a couple of steps back, giving myself some room. My fingers grip the hem of my shirt and slowly drag it up over my abs, flexing with each movement. When I pull the shirt over my head, her heated gaze is watching my every move. I toss my black shirt at her, just like I did at the club. She catches it and clutches the fabric to her chest. The shirt drapes between the valley of her full tits. Next, I slowly pop the button of my jeans and peel the tops away, exposing the band of my black boxer briefs. She nibbles on her bottom lip in anticipation of what’s next. I want to be the one nibbling on that lip right now. I hike my thumbs in the top of both my jeans and boxers and slowly tug down until both fall to my feet. My cock springs free, bobs up and down, and juts out toward her. Like me, it knows exactly what it wants. Her. A small gasp escapes her lips as she stares at my thick dick.

“If you keep staring at it like that, you’ll give it a complex.” I step out of my jeans, not wanting to waste another minute not being inside her.

“Sorry. It’s just. Wow.” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth.

In a few quick steps, I’m standing in front of her. I rip the condom from her fingers and look into her eyes. “Are you ready?”

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