by Opal Carew
The ground changed beneath her feet. Became softer. Sand.
They walked a little farther, then he stopped. His arms encircled her and he drew her close to his body. His lips met hers in a sweet, gentle kiss. His hand stroked across her cheek, then he cupped her head and deepened the kiss, his lips moving on hers with more urgency. This was so totally hot, so totally wild … not knowing who this man was yet being held by him, kissed by him. And knowing how much more would happen between them very soon.
His tongue pushed between her lips and she sucked it deep into her mouth, urged on by her deep consuming need. He groaned and stroked his hands along her back as he devoured her mouth. She arched her body, crushing her breasts against him, driving her arrowlike nipples into his chest.
Emboldened by the anonymity of her blindfold, she grabbed the hem of her camisole and tugged it over her head, then unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and peeled it away. She couldn’t see his expression, but she could feel his hot gaze on her. Admiring.
At least, that’s what she imagined.
His hands cupped her and she sighed with delight at the feel of his big warm hands covering her breasts. Were these Craig’s big hands? Touching her just as she’d imagined?
His mouth covered one taut nipple and she moaned in pleasure. She dragged her hand down his taut stomach to the bulge in his pants, then stroked over it. She fidgeted with the button and succeeded in unfastening it. Next, her fingers found the zipper tag and she tugged it down, then slipped her hand inside his pants and found the prize. His big thick cock. Oh man, it was huge. She wrapped her fingers around it and drew it free.
She ran her hand up his body to his cheek, found his lips, and kissed him again. Then she nuzzled down his neck. She released buttons on his shirt with her free hand, still gripping his big cock in her other hand, and kissed down his bare chest. Once she reached his navel, she dipped her tongue inside, then she sank to her knees and wrapped her other hand around his cock, too.
“It’s so lovely and big. I wish I could see it.” She grinned. “I am definitely going to taste it.” She leaned forward and found the tip of him with her mouth. She kissed and explored the tip of his cock with her lips, then lapped at him with her tongue.
“Mmm. Delicious.”
Leaning closer, she opened her lips and took his whole cockhead inside. It filled her mouth. It was so big. So hard. And she wanted to suck him until he exploded in her mouth.
Her stranger’s hands tucked around her head and stroked her hair. She swirled her tongue under the crown as her hands stroked his shaft. Sucking on his cockhead, she tucked one hand under his balls and cradled them in her palm while stroking her thumb over the tight spot behind his balls.
He groaned and drew back a little.
She released his cock. “I want to make you come. Like this. Please don’t hold back.”
She swallowed him again, then dove as deep as she could, taking at least half his lengthy cock into her mouth. She squeezed as she drew back, then sucked as she stroked that sweet spot behind his balls. She bobbed up and down, squeezing and sucking, determined to make him come. He stiffened, then groaned. Hot liquid filled her mouth as he erupted.
Once he was done, she smiled. He drew her to her feet and kissed her, his lips moving on hers with passion, yet at the same time she could sense a deep tenderness.
When he drew back, she gripped his shirt on both sides and pulled him back for another kiss, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. He sucked on it, pulling it even deeper. Once he released her, they both gasped for air.
She unfastened her jeans and pushed them to the ground, then stepped out of them. Dragging her hands up her body, she smiled. She cupped her breasts and squeezed, then toyed with her nipples, feeling intensely wicked but courageous, given she couldn’t see him at all. That gave her a certain freedom.
“I want you to fuck me.” Oh, the coarse words made her blood boil.
He dragged her against his body and captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. His arm scooped under her legs and he swept her up, then she felt herself lowered onto the ground. Something soft. An air mattress?
She lay back, her head on a pillow. Man, he’d thought of everything. His fingers hooked in her panties and they slipped away. She heard the rustling sounds of him fumbling with his clothes and them falling to the ground. A second later, he parted her legs and his mouth teased along her inner thighs. Then he covered her. His tongue dragged along her damp slit … then grazed over her clit. She arched upward, pushing herself against his mouth. He drew her legs farther apart, tucking her knees over his shoulders, then began to feast on her in earnest.
His tongue dipped inside her, followed by his fingers. One. Then two. He licked upward and his tongue found her clit again. As his fingers stroked inside her, he licked her clit, then began to plunder it. The dual sensations fueled her rising excitement. Pleasure swamped her senses, rising as he continued to stroke and tease.
“Oh, God. That’s … Oh, it feels so good.” She wrapped her hands around his head—covered by a knit hat—and held him close to her.
He sucked on her clit as his fingers worked inside her. Waves of pleasure pummeled through her and—
She gasped, then moaned as she plummeted headlong into an intense orgasm. He kept sucking and stroking as she rode the wave to incredible heights … then slowly floated back to earth.
She lay back, gasping for air.
“That was … oh, so good.”
He lay down beside her and cradled her against his body.
“Hey, Stranger Man, that was good, but we’re definitely not done yet.” She grasped in the darkness until she found his cock, which was rock-hard and ready to go. “I want some of this.”
He stroked her cheek, and she paused at the incredible tenderness. He kissed her. Sweetly. Lovingly.
His touch, his tenderness, made her heart ache. She felt a deep connection with him, something she hadn’t expected. It was only supposed to be about the sex. Sex with a stranger.
But it felt good. And she wanted him.
“Fuck me,” she murmured, needing to lighten the mood. “Slide that big cock of yours inside me and trigger some fireworks.”
He nuzzled her ear, then shifted sideways. Then he was over her. Something hot and hard brushed her thigh, then glided along her slit.
“That’s right, Fantasy Man. Give me all you’ve got.”
With that, he drove forward, his thick long cock thrusting deep inside her. Stretching her. Filling her impossibly full. She clung to his shoulders as he lay still, his cock fully embedded inside her. It twitched and she groaned. It was incredibly erotic.
Oh, God, I don’t even know who this is, yet his cock is inside me and, any second now, I’m going to come. Again.
He drew back and drove forward again. She hung on to his shoulders. When he drove forward the next time, she arched to meet him. His cock dragged along her inner passage, sending thrilling sensations bursting inside her. She squeezed him and he thrust faster. Deeper. Harder.
“That is so … oh. So good.”
He thrust again, then swirled. She gasped. Deep. He swirled. She felt light-headed. Her nerve endings seemed to quiver with electricity. He drove harder. Faster. Tremors raced through her. Her heightened senses exploded in a surge of intense pleasure. Joy rushed through her and she clung to him, gasping in air, then wailing as a potent orgasm claimed her. Body and soul.
He exploded, groaning as he pumped inside her, intensifying her pleasure.
Finally, they both collapsed in complete and utter satisfaction.
As she snuggled against him, he stroked her cheek, holding her tight to his body with his other arm. Then he kissed her cheek gently.
She never wanted this moment to end. Held in this stranger’s arms, in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.
She desperately wanted to take off this blindfold and find out which man it was.
But she wouldn’t. She’d promised. And she did
n’t want to do anything to ruin this moment.
* * *
Sandra yawned as she trod down the hall toward the kitchen, tying her robe as she walked.
“Good morning.” Aimee, sitting at the dining table, smiled as she looked up from her book. “There’s coffee made.”
Sandra poured herself a cup and sat down beside Aimee, wondering if her friend would ask her about her adventure last night. But Aimee simply sipped her coffee, then put her book down and went to the sink to rinse out her mug.
“I thought I’d go for a swim again this morning. I figure you’d probably want to skip it today.”
“Oh, why do you think that?”
Did Aimee think she still regretted yesterday morning’s playing? After making wild and passionate love with James—or Craig—last night, she’d totally shed her qualms about yesterday morning. She felt more adventuresome. More accepting of her sexual self.
Aimee smiled. “Well, I’m not asking about last night, but…” She walked across the kitchen and picked up something from the counter.
A long-stemmed yellow rose, just like the one sitting in the bud vase by her bed right now—given to her by her fantasy man.
“This was waiting outside the door this morning.” Aimee handed her the rose, which was wrapped in clear cellophane and tied with a yellow satin ribbon. It even had a little water reservoir on the bottom of the stem to keep it fresh.
“Ohhh. It’s beautiful.” Sandra’s face broke into a broad smile as she took the flower and sniffed the lovely fragrance.
“Hmm. I’d say things went really, really well last night.” Aimee grinned. “But I’m not asking.”
“That’s good. Because I’m not telling.”
Aimee laughed heartily. “You’ve got to be kidding. Your face is telling everything.” She turned and sashayed toward the hallway. “By the way, don’t forget to read the note.”
Sandra hadn’t noticed the small pastel yellow envelope attached to the ribbon. She drew out the card. White with a fancy little heart in the top corner.
Time for item eight? Use the shower outside and I’ll admire you from afar.
Fantasy Stranger
Her gaze darted from the card to the list still attached to the front of the fridge. She couldn’t read it from here, but she could tell by the shape and length of the words what number eight was. Exhibitionism. That was one Aimee had added, and she’d done a fine job of it herself yesterday.
Aimee returned with a towel and headed toward the door. “I’ll be gone for an hour or so.”
“Um, Aimee?”
“Yeah, hon?”
“The shower you told me about … the one outside?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it usable?”
“Of course. Just be careful of the temperature. My sister sets the hot water heater at max, so you could scald yourself if you’re not careful.”
“Hot? I thought it would just be hose water.”
“Are you kidding? When my parents built this place, they knew my sister and I would track sand in from the beach, so Dad decided to put the shower outside. He also knew there was no way we’d use it if it was cold. We loved it. We could take a shower with our bathing suits on.” She grinned. “But don’t worry, there’s a shower curtain you can pull around for privacy.”
Too bad Sandra hadn’t asked yesterday instead of just assuming. Of course, if she had, she would have missed her sexy morning adventure on the beach. Which had led to her totally sensational adventure last night.
“Okay, thanks.”
Aimee walked to the door, then turned around again. “Does this have anything to do with the note your fantasy man sent you?”
Sandra sniffed her rose again. “Umm. Maybe.”
“Okay, then.” Aimee walked to the table and picked up her book. “Maybe I’ll stay out a little longer. I wouldn’t want to rush you.” She grinned. “The shower is just out the side there.” She pointed to the wall opposite the sliding door.
Sandra watched Aimee stroll to the door and step out onto the deck.
“See you later,” Aimee said, a little loudly, as she closed the door, then she disappeared down the steps.
Sandra leaped to her feet and raced into her bedroom, then pulled off her pajamas and tossed them on the bed. She glanced toward the dresser, thinking about her royal blue satin robe, but she’d left it at home. All she had here was her serviceable, but definitely not sexy, mint green terry robe.
She could put on her bikini and … what? Shower in her bathing suit like Aimee when she was a little kid? Or do a striptease by taking it off under the shower? Well, that could work, but knowing her, she’d fumble with the clasps and totally wreck the erotic mood.
And the whole thought of showering—fully naked—in front of her Fantasy Stranger while he watched from a secret place was beyond simply erotic. Wild and tumultuous sensations surged through her body. Her breasts ached and her insides melted into a gooey mess, need thrumming through her. It was all she could do to stop herself from dropping to the bed and getting herself off right now.
Who knew I’d be so turned on by the thought of showing off my body to a man?
Then she thought about the list. Well, Aimee, for one. That woman had amazing instincts.
Sandra grabbed her fuchsia floral beach towel and wrapped it around her naked body, then pushed her shoulders back and headed for the door. Seconds later, she stepped outside into the bright morning sunshine, greeted by the cheerful twitter of birds. Sandra walked down the wooden steps and headed to the opposite side of the cottage.
As soon as she turned the second corner, she saw it. A section of the cottage wall was done in slate, with a cedar platform only a few inches above the grass extending outward, a cedar bench against the wall, and a rainwater showerhead above. An earth-tone shower curtain hung on a curved rod, forming an extended half circle.
* * *
Devlin heard the sliding door open and stood up, his presence obscured by the bushes. Aimee had told him Sandra usually got up around ten o’clock, so he’d arrived at nine-thirty and had been reading for about an hour. Aimee had left a few moments ago, so he’d put aside his book to await Sandra’s arrival.
He watched as Sandra stepped around the corner of the cottage, the morning sun glistening on her long black hair. She wore only a bright-colored beach towel wrapped around her body. No straps over her shoulders. Was she wearing a strapless bathing suit beneath the towel or nothing at all? His heart rate quickened at the thought of her naked body covered only by the towel.
Soon he would see her naked again. Last night had been incredible, making love to her for the first time. Seeing her naked body, touching her intimately. Hearing her moan with the pleasure he gave her. He had ached to tell her who he was, for her to know it was him making love to her. But that would have ruined everything. He needed to stay focused on the plan so he could ultimately win her heart. Not just be a short-term affair.
* * *
Sandra glanced around, wondering if her Fantasy Stranger was already nearby. What if he wasn’t? There was no way she could know. Except for the hot prickle down her spine. It didn’t matter whether it was her imagination or an actual sense of the man’s presence. It made her feel sexy and wicked. Because he knew why she was here.
Clinging to her towel, she walked toward the wooden platform, then stopped just before stepping onto it. Remembering what Aimee had said about the water, she reached across to the tap marked with red and turned it. Feeling his gaze on her, she felt the water until it ran warm, then turned on the cold-water tap, adjusting it until she got the temperature just right.
She turned her back to the cottage and her gaze trailed along the thick wild bushes. The thought that he was out there, watching her, sent tingles through her. She drew in a deep breath, then with a dramatic sweep of her arms opened the towel, revealing her totally naked body.
At first, her skin danced with goose bumps. She knew she could just step into the shower
to heat up, but she wanted to linger here a little longer.
To let him see her.
Eight
Devlin sucked in a breath when Sandra flung open the towel. Oh, God, she was beautiful. Her full round breasts stood firm and proud, the dark rose nipples puckering into tight nubs. He dragged his gaze down to her waist, so slim, then down the gentle slope of her hips. Her thick black pubic curls had been trimmed to an adorable little heart shape.
She didn’t immediately step under the water. Instead, she raised her arms and stretched them behind her head, pushing her naked breasts forward. Her puckered nipples pointed straight toward him. She flipped her long hair over her shoulders, then lowered her arms, looking exceptionally sexy and feminine. His gaze strayed down her body as she turned around and stepped onto the wooden platform. Water streamed over her hair and back, and her delightfully round derriere, glazing her body in moisture. Teasingly, she dragged her fingers along the edge of the shower curtain, toying with it as if she were going to pull it around.
Would she do that to him? Tease him with such a sensational display of her naked body, only to hide it behind a curtain while she showered?
But she released the curtain and turned around, a smile lighting her face.
The water flowed over her body, as if caressing her. He remembered the feel of her soft skin when he’d caressed her last night. Of his fingers stroking over her breasts, then inside her. His tongue gliding over her private folds.
Her hands caressed her breasts, stroking in circles. Her nipples peeked out between her fingers as she caressed those beautiful breasts, then squeezed. He longed to touch them, to take the hard nipples in his mouth and tease them until she moaned out loud.
She ran her hands down her stomach, then over her hips. His gaze strayed to the little black furry heart, but she turned around. His disappointment quickly dissipated as her hands stroked over her buttocks, then she bent at the waist and touched the ground, allowing him a great view of her sensational ass.