Stranger Obsession

by Marsh, Lia

  Stranger Obsession

  by Lia Marsh

  Copyright © 2013 Lia Marsh

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are above the age of eighteen, and all sexual acts depicted are consensual.

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  Chapter 1 - My life as I knew it.

  “The Jackpot is at an estimated $75 million dollars. Don't forget to get your ticket before the end of the day, or you might just be ‘beep beep’ out of luck.” The radio wasn't exactly telling me anything and I didn't already know, but the odds of winning were so astronomical that I just didn't see the point in getting involved. There were murmurs all over the office, as I could hear them talking about pooling their resources, and buying tickets for everybody in the business. They knew better than to ask me, as I really didn't interact with any of them, probably because I felt like I was too good for this place.

  I think that attitude projected to the rest of them, but for the most part they had left me alone for the past two years of being here. I’ve always believed that people sucked, and so far my suspicions had a semblance of truth in it. My family wasn't even talking to me, and all because I couldn’t afford to come home for Christmas holidays one year. That was five years ago, and still every time I went home for Christmas, I would find that I was getting the cold shoulder from not only my parents, but also my older sister Carol as well.

  “Connie, I need you to take over for Lynn, so that she can go to a doctor's appointment in the city.” My boss William was always after me to take over for other people, but when it was time for me to ask for a favor, you couldn't find anybody to take my place.

  “No problem, just let me finish up with this caller and I'll be right over.” I guess that this was my task in life, to do other peoples work for them, so that they could go out and have a life. I knew for fact that Lynn really didn't have a doctor's appointment, and she was really going to her pied a terre for a secret rendezvous with the owner of the company. She thought that she was keeping it a secret, but I had found out her dirty little secret after I walked by the office and saw them kissing like sex crazed teenagers. Not only that, but I overheard them talking about their little love nest, and the fact that they had to keep this a secret.

  “You are one of the good ones, and I have no idea what I would do without you. Don't let any of these people tell you anything different, as you truly do have a great work ethic. All these others don't hold a candle to you, and I want you to know that you are appreciated.” He was the only one that I was going to miss when I was gone, and it was just a matter of time before I put my plan into action.

  Everything I needed was at home, and all I had to do was get enough courage to finally end this miserable existence of mine. My family hated me, I was working in a dead end call-center job, and my love life was DOA with no chance of resuscitation. It wasn't as if I wasn't pretty, but I think I just turned people off with my caustic nature, and the attitude that made me a little standoffish.

  Just before I stood up to go to Lynn’s station, I glanced at the radio, and wondered if maybe I should throw my money in the pool with the others. At least that way I would appear to be part of the crowd, although I really didn't see much use in any of them.

  At the end of the day, I was packing up to leave, still with this inkling in my head about what I would do with all that money if I won it. I could leave this job behind, travel the world from one continent to the other, seeing places that I had never seen and only read about. Again, I calculated the odds, and I had a better chance of getting hit by a bus than I did of actually finding the correct numbers that would change my life forever.

  Sighing, I gathered up my coat, putting on my brown leather jacket, before shutting down the computer and walking down the hall.

  There was a kiosk in the mall, and as I passed it, I suddenly stopped and stood there completely still looking at my feet and nothing else. What the hell, it's not like you can win if you don't play. “I’ll take an instant pick for the big jackpot tonight.”

  The lady behind the counter was no more than 20-years-old, making me really hate her for her youth, and wondering if I was really that young and stupid when I was her age. “Like, if you win the big one, don't forget where you bought your ticket.” Like I was really going to give her any of my money, especially considering that the law usually gives a percentage of the winnings to the place that the ticket was actually purchased from.

  Shuffling along, I walked into what could possibly be the biggest downpour of the day, running to catch my bus that was about to leave the stop. Waving my arms frantically, I finally got the attention of Frank the driver, and if it weren’t for him nobody else would have made any effort to have him stop to pick me up. “Hey Connie, almost missed you, and you were lucky that you were wearing that jacket. You're the only one I know that wears a brown leather jacket with patches of yellow on the elbows.”

  “Yeah, but the color looked so good on me that when I saw it in the store, I really didn't think to look at the elbows until I had gotten home. Anyway, I'm glad that you saw me in the nick of time, because that would have been one long walk back to my one-bedroom apartment. Frank, you work as a bus driver, have three kids that are a holy terror on your life, and your wife hates your guts.” He was looking at me waiting for the question to come out of my mouth. “So, through all that, you always have a smile on your face and a kind word to every passenger that gets on your bus. How do you do it?”

  “Connie, I love my kids, and my wife can be a handful, but I believe that you get out of life what you put out, and I know that everything that is happening is because it's supposed to. Don't get me wrong, I would love to be able to unshackle myself from this seat, and I just know that my wife and kids would be a lot happier if I was home more than just a couple of hours for dinner, and then falling fast asleep in front of the television.”

  “Frank, you are an inspiration to us all, and I will try to live my life like you do.” He patted me on the back, something that my father had never done in his entire life, making it seem that he wasn't very proud of where I had taken my life. The one thing that I was lucky about was the fact that I didn't have any kids, as I really didn't believe in bringing little ones into a world that was falling apart. “Just keep smiling Frank, because every time I see you, I feel a little bit better about myself. I don't know how to thank you for that, because your smiling face is the only thing that has gotten me through some very dark days.”

  “Wow, I didn't know that I had that much affect on you kid, and I guess I consider you as a daughter that I never had.” That was the nicest thing that anybody has ever said to me, and that includes anything that my parents had said to me growing up. I basically had to take my own future in my hands, as they really didn't know how to raise a kid, which was evident by the way my older sister was now holding down three jobs. Not only that, but she was also in the process of having twins, with already one that was two years old but quite the little devil. The father of her kids wasn't in the picture, as he had lost his life over in Afghanistan defending our country from the Taliban and any terrorist that wanted to do our proud patriotic country any harm.

  “This is my stop, and I will see you bright and early in the morning, unless of course I win the lottery.” We both laughed,
knowing the absurdity of that actually happening. “Don’t worry, if I win, you will be the first one that gets a small piece of the gigantic pie.”

  “You have a good day Connie, and try to keep your head up, because there are better days around the corner.” He began to sing an old jazz tune under his breath, as I disembarked and walked the one block to my rundown ramshackle of an apartment. At least I had a roof over my head, and I wasn't living on the streets, so I had that going for me anyway.

  Dinner was a cardboard box consisting of a TV dinner with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and even a dessert. Not being much of a cook, I really didn't feel like putting anything on the stove when I came home from an eight-hour day. Swanson should be given a medal for making these culinary delights, although I did feel that I was missing out on what true food really tasted like. The money that I made was just enough to live on, not even allowing me to take a vacation every year like some of my colleagues.

  Sitting down, I put on the television and watched the news, until the lottery numbers were splayed across my screen. I was sitting there in my sweats, enjoying the aftertaste of the fried chicken still in my mouth, when I looked at the numbers on the screen and got the shock of my life. Scrambling for the ticket in my pocket, I brought it out and unfolded it, looking at the numbers and at the screen at the same time.

  The rest of my TV dinner dropped down onto the floor, as I moved my body towards the screen, until I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat. All those numbers corresponded with the ones that I had in my hand, and I couldn't say or do anything for a few minutes.

  All thoughts of that bottle of sleeping pills in the cabinet, or the razor blades under the sink went out of my head. As if a miracle was occurring, the world suddenly seemed brighter and not so grey and depressing, as it once was when I walked through that door a couple of hours ago. I didn't know what to do, or if I was just dreaming and was going to wake up any second to realize that my numbers were not even close.

  Pinching myself several times, I finally came to the conclusion that what I was seeing on the screen and in the paper in my hand was actually true. There was no way that I was holding the $75 million ticket in my hand, and I still couldn't believe what I was seeing right in front of my eyes

  Sleeping wasn't even an option, as I was just too excited and needed something to run off this excess energy. I figured that a couple of drinks down at the neighborhood bar, and maybe some flirting with some young buck was just what I needed.

  When I got there, it was well after 10 PM, and being that it was a work night, there really weren't all that many people there. I did notice these three young men playing pool in the corner, and I had to say that the one with the long shaggy dirty blond hair had caught my attention. I was twice his age, but knowing that that money was all mine was causing me to have a little bit more confidence than I usually do.

  “Excuse me, but can I buy you a drink?” He turned from his friends, and now I was looking into the piercing blue eyes of a man that was a little taken back by how forward I was.

  “I have to say that I have never been approached by a cougar before, but I don't see any reason why not to take you up on your proposition.” He waved to his friends and came over to the bar, drinking the typical beer, while I had myself a couple cosmopolitans. We talked for a little bit, and the liquor was started to do its job, and before I knew it, I was dragging him back to my apartment.

  As we climbed up the stairs, he took the liberty of grabbing onto the cheeks of my ass through my tight blue jeans, making me want to turn around and let him have his way with me right here on the stairs. “Patience has never been my strong suit.” I could see that, and I could also see his healthy appendage trying desperately to rip through the confines of his dark chinos. Reaching out, I grabbed onto his package, making him sigh and close his eyes in absolute pleasure. “Oh god, I love how you just take what you want.”

  This wasn't at all like me, but I decided then and there that the old me was now dead and buried. She had died while the numbers flashed across the screen and those millions of dollars were now waiting for me at the lottery commission. “Let’s see what I'm working with.” Standing there on top of the stairs, I pushed him against the door leading to the hallway, running my hands down over his muscular chest, until my fingers were busily unzipping his pants. Once that was accomplished, I reached into the opening and wrapped my hand around his turgid flesh. It surged in my fingertips, making me feel the heat penetrate my palm, as I pushed his head back and went after his neck like a vampire.

  This kind of control could get addictive, but I was chalking it up to the fact that I was a little tipsy, and was really feeling no pain. “God lady, can’t you wait till we find a bed. Fuck…I love how you do that with your hand.” He was talking about the way that I was moving my wrist in such way that it was stimulating just under the head of his cock. This also produced a sticky substance, which made me drop down onto my hands and knees on the floor to get a better look and taste of what he had hidden underneath those pants.

  There didn't seem to be any need for taking his pants off, and I pulled his cock out and watched as it hovered above my face. Taking a firm hold on the base, I drew it down to my lips until he was moving into my mouth, and not stopping until he bottomed out in my throat. I didn't even know I was capable of deep throating anybody, but here I was giving this young man a blowjob that he would take back to his friends to brag about.

  “Yeah, suck that cock…oh my…stop…oh god…stop…please.” I had no intention of letting him go from my oral embrace, and then he grunted and groaned, as his seed splashed against the surface of my tongue. It pooled there, and then I opened up my mouth so that he could see his load, before throwing my head back and swallowing everything that he gave me. It was delicious, and I squeezed his shaft to get every single drop. It didn't surprise me that his cock didn't go down, and in fact was still as hard as granite and ready for more. “WOW, you are fucking amazing.” His hair was sticking to his forehead, and I could see this fine sheen of sweat dripping down his chest and over his very impressive six-pack abdominals.

  Grabbing his hand, I dragged him down the hall to my apartment, throwing open the door, and dragging him in by curling my fingers around his dirty blond hair. Picking me up into his arms, he followed my direction to the bedroom, before depositing me on the bed. “Take those pants off.” He didn't argue with me, as he stripped himself bare, while my eyes took in every single exposed piece of flesh.

  Jumping onto the bed on top of me, I began to giggle as he struggled with the tightness of my jeans. Moving them down by hips, he soon tossed them onto the floor, leaving me in a pair of light blue lacy panties that left little to the imagination. Smiling, he pushed my legs apart, so that he could insinuate his head where it was going to do the most good.

  “Now, it’s my turn to reciprocate.” This was not normal for someone his age, and usually they are after just one thing. Propping myself up on a couple of pillows, I watched as he used his teeth to pull my panties all the way down past my knees. His hot breath could be felt on my mound, and then he used his fingers to open up my lips for him to see the healthy pink looking back at him. “Fuck, I love to eat pussy.” Again, he was showing this wisdom in his young age, as he applied pressure with his tongue, until it disappeared within the folds of my tight pussy.

  “OHHHHHHHHH.” The last time that someone had done this to me was over a year ago, and now I was finding that I shouldn't have waited so long. This kid drove his tongue in and out of me with practiced precision, until he was adding two fingers into my tight sheath. “Baby, you are doing everything right…fuck meeeeeeeeee.” He had just taken my clit into his mouth, and was now drawing circles around it in a continuous formation. My entire body went out of control, thrashing against his face, and squirting all my juices into his mouth and all over his face. His fingers held me down, as he continued to consume and devour me for his and my pleasure.

  Hooki
ng my legs over his shoulders, I bit my lip in anticipation for his 8-inch love muscle that was currently pushing against the lips of my pussy, until it opened up and swallowed him whole. He slid into me like warm butter, and I could feel every single inch as it dragged through my inner muscles, making my legs shoot into the air. “Your pussy is so tight, but I don’t know how long I can last.” I hadn't heard any man say that to me in a long time, and I was very impressed with how I had kept up with my kegel exercises.

  Reading his body, I squeezed down on his thick piece of equipment that was stretching me out and filling me up so good that I didn't know if I was coming or going. “Yes, take me you young Adonis. I want your cock to fuck me, until I am exhausted and completely satisfied.” The strokes were long and his shaft was dragging across my special little friend, making these brilliant colors dance in front of my eyes. Moving my head back and forth across the pillows, my hair began to whiplash back and forth, with my eyes closed and feeling him getting ever closer to his own release.

  “I’m…going…to…. ahhhhhhhh.” He pulled out at the last second, aiming his cock head at my pussy, shooting streams of his love juice directly onto my clit, with the rest of his spurts hitting my shaved mound and dripping down onto the sheets below us.

  Lying down on top of me, he kissed me, and I knew from the look on his face that he wasn't going to be staying the night. This was what it was, and we had given each other an hour of pleasure, which is something that I wouldn't take back for anything.

  Watching him get dressed, he kissed me on the lips and then made his way out of the apartment and out of my life. This one night stand was what I needed to end one life and begin a new one. After he was gone, the whole experience left me empty, and knowing that I wanted that special someone and not just a fling.