Stranger Obsession

by Marsh, Lia

  Chapter 2 - A New Beginning.

  When the first wave of sunshine came through my curtain, I jumped out of bed and ran naked into the shower. That didn't last more than five minutes, before I was putting on my Sunday best, which consisted of a dark blue skirt that just went above my knees, a white blouse with the first two buttons undone, and a dark blue blazer that made me look like a lawyer going out to see a client. Pulling my brown hair up into the air, I continually went through various styles until I decided that wearing it over my shoulders was probably the best way to go.

  Frank and his public transportation were going to have to wait, as I had no intention of driving to the lottery office in a bus. Taking my credit card, I called the first limousine service that I saw in the Yellow Pages, spouting off my credit card number, and waiting for them to confirm that they were on their way.

  “So, what’s the big occasion that you needed a limousine so early in the morning?” I was about to scream that I had won the big jackpot to the driver, but I stopped myself before I did so. People act unpredictable when it came to that amount of money, and they would probably kill their own mother just to get a piece of it.

  I had to say something “I just got my dream job, and I thought that I would treat myself for my first day.”

  “Good for you miss. It's always nice when somebody loves what they do, and I can see that your face is beaming. Congratulations on your new job.” I hated to lie, but everybody was going to know the truth very soon anyway, because they always put the winner on display on television and in the papers for everybody to see.

  “This is my stop.” He pulled over to the side of the road, as I got out onto the sidewalk a few blocks from my real destination. As he drove away, I began to walk with his big smile that I just couldn't wipe off my face. “Yep, this is definitely my stop, and my train has finally come in.” People were looking at me like I was some kind of crazy person, and in reality I was a little out of my mind with anticipation.

  At the lottery office, I was looking back and forth making sure that nobody was watching me, and then I climbed those stairs, and walked in there knowing that my life was going to take a very drastic change.

  “We’ve checked your ticket, and we have verified your claim of ownership over the money. We would suggest that you put your winnings into a bank account immediately, as it really wouldn't be in your best interest to walk around with that kind of cash in your possession.” I had done my research this morning on the Internet, and I made preparations in case I really did win the lottery. I found out that the safest place to put my money was into a Swiss bank account, which I so happen to contact and set up an account in my name.

  Logging onto the computer, I had the lottery commission send all of my winnings to that Swiss bank account, and then I stood in the lobby while they took several photographs, and even had the five o'clock news filming the entire thing. “Connie Fields, can you tell us what you are feeling at this very moment? What are you going to do with your money?”

  “I…I. really haven't had time to process it, and I have no idea what I'm going to do with the money. I have had a fantasy of traveling the world, but I never had the necessary funds to do it.”

  “Well, I would think about it, because you do have a lot of money, and the whole world is in the palm of your hand.”

  “I have a few people that I want to help, and I might even open up my own college fund for the less than privileged.” It was the only thing that I could think of to say, being that I was put on the spot and had to give them some kind of sound bite. “I’m going to need some time, and I guess that I can quit my job, and stop working for the man.” My comments were met with a few giggling responses from those around me, and after a few more minutes my five minutes of fame was over.

  “Just one more question Connie.” Having all this money had made me famous, so much so that the press was comfortable in calling me by my first name. “Are you worried that the money is going to change you?” I really didn't know how to answer that question, because in the back of my mind, the money had already changed me for the better. If this hadn't happened now, I'm almost certain that they would've found my body in the next week or two after I had consumed all of those sleeping pills, and then downed a bottle of vodka on top of it all. Things were looking up, and I had a few stops to make before stripping away this mundane existence.

  This time I ordered a bodyguard, and a black SUV with all the windows tinted, so that nobody could see that I was inside.

  Walking into work, I bypassed everybody that was staring at me, and found William slaving away at the computer on his desk. Closing the door, I slammed it hard to get his attention, and he practically jumped out of his seat. “Connie, I guess you are here to give me your notice.” Before he had a chance to react, I went over to him and leaned across the desk, grabbing him by the collar and planting a big wet one on his lips. Pulling away from him, I smiled, but at the same time I was slipping a piece of paper into his hands.

  Leaving his office, I heard his exclamation of surprise, as he opened up that paper to find a check that was worth $1 million dollars. He didn't deserve to be working with all of these no nothing people, who really didn't appreciate all the hard work that he did to make their lives a little better.

  “Connie, congratulations on your big win, and to think that we all could have been a part of it, if only you had put your money into the pool.” Joan and a few of her cohorts were standing in front of me blocking my way to the door. “I bet you are feeling pretty smug about yourself, but I want you to know that we are not very happy about any of this. That money should have been shared amongst the 10 of us.”

  “Yeah, but I wonder what you would have done if you all had won the money. There would be no way that you would have given me any of it, so why do you presume to think that I'm going to give you any of it.” My words hit them across the face, and I walked out of there with a newfound confidence that having all that money had given me.

  When I got back home, I found that I had 150 messages on my e-mail, and I would've had many more messages on my answering machine, except I didn't own one. The phone was ringing off the hook, and I decided to not pick it up. Going through the e-mails, I found that I was being congratulated and then putting the pinch on by relatives that I hadn't seen in years. Even my mother and father were writing to give me their best wishes, but at the same time asking for a small portion of my winnings.

  They were family, and I decided when I first found out that I won that I was going to give them $1 million dollars each, except my older sister who was going to get $3 million dollars. I made the necessary transfers to bank accounts that had their individual names on it, and then sent them the corresponding bank account numbers and code words to access their new accounts. In this day of technology, I was finding that I didn't have to go and personally give them the money, which was fine by me. It’s not like I wanted to darken their doorway and I doubt very seriously that they wanted to see me.

  My last stop was the bus stop, and after I went and did a little shopping, I stepped onto his bus wearing a very expensive outfit that cost more than my rent for the past six months. “Frank, I have something for you, and I'm not taking no for an answer.” He stared at me, as I placed a check for $1 million in his hand. He opened it and I thought for sure he was going to have a heart attack, because his eyes were bulging out of his head and his chest was rising and falling very quickly with his heartbeat.

  “Thank you.” Those two words meant more to me than I could ever say. “Don’t be a stranger Connie.”

  “If you really mean that Frank, you can reach me at this e-mail address. I took the check and wrote my e-mail address on the back, so that we could keep in touch, as if we were a true family. He had seen me through the worst of times, and now we were going to have some of the best times of our life. ”I want you to come see me when I get my new place.” He nodded his head, and I don't think he had any more words that could convey what he wa
s feeling.

  My apartment was way too small now, and I gave the landlord six months rent and then headed towards the airport with no destination in mind. Since my face was all over the news and newspapers, I had decided that blondes have more fun and I dyed my hair a platinum blonde, and instead of contacts, I had decided to put on my glasses instead.

  At the airport, I looked at all the departing planes, and just picked the next one leaving, which so happened to be heading to New York. They say that New York is the state that never sleeps, and I got on that plane with only one carry-on.

  Sitting there, I began to peruse a magazine, coming across a place called the Hamptons, which apparently was where all the rich people lived. Now that I was one of them, I was going to make my home there for the foreseeable future.

  My e-mails were all deleted, the account was shut down, and I was trying my best to disappear from those that wanted something from me. Everybody had their hand out, and that was one of the reasons why I needed a new start, in a new place with all new friends.

  Renting a car and a driver wasn't that hard to do in New York, and he took me around to all of the famous sites including the 911 Memorial, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, and he even found a famous New York pizza slice that I had only heard of. I felt that something was wrong, and I thought for sure that somebody was watching me, but every time that I looked in the general direction nobody was there. Maybe it was the fact that I had all this money, and it was possible that I was only thinking that everybody was watching me.

  Then I got him to drive me to that hamptons, and right into the first real estate office that I saw. I thought for sure that there was a black car following us from behind, but then it peeled off, leaving me feeling a slight shiver run down my spine.

  They were very accommodating “We have several properties, so why don't you sit right down here and take your time looking them over. The places were exquisite, and almost all of them sat on at least 5 acres of property, and was overlooking the ocean with its own private beach. Everything about these places was opulent, and the price tags should have sent me packing in the other direction. I almost got up and walked out, until I realized that I was one of the rich and elite, and I could afford anything I wanted, which included any of these houses that struck my fancy. “Has madam found anything to her liking?”

  I pointed out one property, and he smiled and said that I had good taste, and then he personally escorted me to the place. It was on a hill overlooking several other properties, and was so vast and overwhelming that I felt like I was walking into the looking glass. “It’s spectacular, with four bedrooms, a master suite with its own deck and master bathroom, a modern kitchen, and even comes with all the furniture as part of the package.” It has everything I needed, making it unnecessary to go shopping for anything.

  “I don't even need to see the inside, as I will take it sight unseen.” You would've thought I had given him a sexual experience that he would never forget, because he was all smiles, probably thinking about all that commission that he was going to make on the sale. There was no need for a mortgage, and I had arranged through a proxy to have the funds sent to the real estate agent’s clients. “I believe that our business is done here, and I would appreciate that you don't mention this to anybody in the area, as I really do value my privacy.” He understood completely, and after all the paperwork was done, I made my way inside to see what my money had bought me.

  Everything was in pristine condition, and even the furniture that was left behind was just what I was looking for with this new start.

  That night I slept like an angel, not worrying about anything at all, and just enjoying the fact that I was living the life of leisure and didn't have to work another day in my life.

  In the morning, I stood on the deck overlooking my private beach, while sipping a cup of coffee and wearing just a flimsy robe that was practically see-through in this light.

  “ARGHHHHHH.” I heard somebody scream, and not thinking anything of it, I dashed down the stairs and over to where the sound was coming from. Lying on the beach holding his ankle was a short black haired hunk, and all he was wearing was a pair of swimming shorts and nothing else. Staring at him, I drank in his manly physique, tracing with my eyes all the way down to the V-shaped torso that every woman would love to get their hands and lips on. “Fuck, fuck.fuck.”

  “Such language so early in the morning.” He looked up at me, with this pained grimace on his face, trying desperately to find the strength to give me a little smile.

  “Sorry about that. I was out swimming and when I came in, I twisted my ankle on a rock. I don't suppose you could help me back to my house.” He pointed to the huge white house down the beach that had so many windows that for moment I thought that he was some sort of exhibitionist. He looked like he wanted everybody to see his business, but then I noticed that there were several trees around his property, and even a very high fence that eliminated any chance of anybody looking in. The only way that anybody was going to see anything at all was if they were on the water, and you really couldn't get too close without crashing into the rocks.

  “Do you always go swimming so early in the morning?” My hands were underneath his left shoulder, and I managed to let him lean on me, as he hobbled beside me on 1 foot. I could feel his muscles, and everything about him was hard as a rock, and that included the big package within those surfer shorts. That was when I noticed that my robe had come undone, and was now flapping in the breeze, allowing him and anybody else around to see my heaving breasts and very hard nipples. It was the breeze from the ocean that was causing my nipples to become noticeable, and if I tried to close the robe, I was going to lose my grip on him and we would both fall onto the sand.

  Deciding that my undressed state could wait for a few minutes, I helped him over to his own house, until we were going up his stairs and into his kitchen. “Michael what happened?” Looking up, I saw this willowy blonde coming down the stairs topless, and what I could only perceive as an all over tan. Even the small bikini bottom couldn't hide the fact that there were no tan lines to be seen.

  “I twisted my ankle, and this kind and beautiful woman decided to take pity on me.”

  Once he was situated on one of the kitchen chairs, I took that time to cinch my robe closed, as she went into the next room and came back with some stretchable wrap. Putting it around his ankle, he finally stood up and was able to put a little bit of weight on it, and then she went up the stairs without saying another word.

  “If you are wondering about her, she is just one of those ships in the night that come calling every once in a while. She's a model on her way to a photo shoot in Milan, and she decided that a stopover here was a good idea. It’s only physical, and I'm not even sure why I'm telling you that.” We stood and looked at each other, and then I heard the door slamming as the willowy blonde took her leave.

  “If you want to stay a while, I will make you breakfast for being my hero, and we can get to know each other a little better.” I didn't have anything better to do, so I decided to sit down and watch him work his magic in the kitchen.

  His cooking prowess was almost sensual, and I watched as he moved around, making sure not to put too much weight on the injured ankle. The way that he effortlessly went about making an egg omelet gave me the impression of what he would be like in the bedroom. Sensual, caring, with just a trace of a forceful nature that would have him grabbing onto my hair, or slapping my upturned ass with the palm of his hand.

  My finger was in my mouth, staring at his finely shaped body, and wondering what he looked like without those surfer shorts adorning his frame. “Hey, is there anybody in there?” He was waving his hand back and forth in front of my face, bringing me back to reality and a fantastic meal that he had just created with his own hands. That first bite was Nirvana, and felt like I was making love, and I didn't stop until the last morsel entered into my mouth.

  “Where did you learn to cook like that?”
He smiled, placing his hand on my knee, making this little pleasurable sensation course through my body.

  “My mother believed when I was very young that a man that can cook will have any woman wanting to be with him. She taught me everything she knew before she passed away last year, and I dedicated a cancer wing in her name, just so that I could keep her memory alive.” If I thought that he was sexy before, the story that he was telling me was making him all that more desirable.

  I don't know when it happened, but now he was pulling onto my bare feet and massaging it in such a way that I was falling in love with his touch. We talked, and I found out that he was a trust fund baby, but he had invested his money wisely and was now making a true mark on the world. My story was a little bit different, and I didn't want him to know the truth, so I made up a story about being a widower and inheriting all of my money.

  “Say, I know we just met, but I'm having a few people over for a dinner party tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come by. I can promise you good conversation, and maybe a few surprises along the way.” The look that he was giving me was making me intrigued, and the way that he was playing his fingers over my feet had me putty in his hand.

  Sitting there quietly, enjoying the foot massage, I suddenly felt his lips touch my toes, and I looked up to see him sucking each individual one into his mouth. Grabbing onto my chair, he pulled me towards him until we were no more than mere inches away from each other. My robe came open, as he untied the rope that held it together, until he was on his knees and kissing my inner thigh.

  “Oh my, I didn’t expect any of this.” His eyes bore into me, as he started to lightly lick around the lips of my pussy, making me almost ache for the feel of his tongue inside me. In no hurry, he stimulated every single nerve in my body, until he leaned forward and kissed my clit, taking it between his lips and moving up and down in a continuous motion. My legs wrapped around his head, and I held onto the back of his head, waiting for that inevitable penetration of his tongue.