Strangers by God's Gift to Man

You were walking home from the store. It's only two blocks away and since it was such a lovely day, you decided, why not.
You notice me sitting on the stoop of my home alone. Should I speak? If so, will she reply? What would you say next? It's been a while since you have actually asked a stranger for the time of day. My beauty is captivating. My long brown hair dances in the breeze. I'm undisturbed by the business on the streets - the people passing by, the joggers, walkers, even the sounds of traffic and conversations. My face is buried in some romance novel.
You're a bit shy, but just once, You'll try to overcome your timidness. Before You approach me, I lift my head. For the first time, You can fully see my face. WHAT BEAUTY! It's the kind that makes you blush!. Your fear has just intensified 1000 fold. As you continue to step forward, You try to pull yourself together. You look in my direction. Does she see me? Has she noticed? My head doesn't move. Why don't I look the other way? It would make this so much easier. Then I smile. Is that intended for me? If, I smile back, and it wasn't intended for me, such embarrassment.
You begin to pass.
"Hi," I say. It's unusual for such a fine woman to speak to you. You nod. NOOO! What are you doing? She just spoke to you. The ice barrier has been broken. Am I actually going to pass by and not respond? You continue walking. Stop fool! you demand that you go back and be heard! You stop walking. An turn around to face me and my eyes are already on you.
"Hi," I repeat. My smile is radiant. The wind teases me by blowing my dress around, giving you quick flashes of my caramel legs.
"Good afternoon," I reply. Your voice nearly cracks from the dryness in your throat, so you clear it and try again. "Good afternoon." That was much better. You didn't sound so ridiculous.
"You've got quite a load." I look down at my bag. I only have four small items. Sarcasm, I like that.
"Yeah, it is quite a load. I tried to pay this kid a dollar to help me carry it home, but he said no. I guess I offered him too much money." I throw my hair out of my face with laughter. You can relax now. I made you laugh. Your heart has slowed from racing to a constant flutter.
"Do you still have that dollar?" I ask. The words were practically sung from my lips. What do you say now? You reach into your pocket and pull out the change.
"85 cents."
You hesitate. You see my tongue slowly revolve around my inner cheek.
"That's close enough," I say and spring up from my seat.
"What?" I ask. Ignorant.
"Excuse me?" My dress has captured every movement of the wind. My body is perfect. Nice strong legs, thick thighs, succulent breasts and a nice round ass.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to carry your bag for you. For 85 cents." My smile returns. It's gorgeous, pretty and white.
"You don't have to do that. I'm sure that I can manage." Dumbass! She's offering to leave with you!
"Nonsense. Where do you live?"
With your head, You motion up the street,
"Com`on."
I bounce off the steps down by your side. We walk.
"I haven't seen you around here before."
"I just moved here," You hesitated. "This place is much different that Virginia."
"I bet it can be, but allow me to show you the area."
My she's friendly. Too friendly as a matter of fact. Can I trust this woman so soon? I think not.
Minutes later, we reach my apartment.
"Thank you for the conversation and the walk home."
"It's been my pleasure."
You turn to walk up the steps to your place when I reach out and stop you with a single touch of my hand. So soft. I almost didn't feel it. A woman's touch is so soothing against your skin. You now remember what it feels like. Your heart skips a beat and You momentarily can't breathe.
"Are you going to invite me up?" How can I resist such temptation.
"Not today. I'm about to fix some dinner and just relax a bit."
I pause, then ask,
"What are you afraid of?" Damn, is it that obvious? "I tell you what, don't fix dinner tonight. I'll take you out to eat. If I'm not good company, I won't ask again. Deal?" You hold out your hand. This can't be happening, this can't be happening, damn, this can't be happening.
"Deal." You shake my hand. It nearly disappears in mine, but it's how I imagined it: smooth, soft, pretty.
"7:30 and not a minute later."
"Ok."
You watch me leave. Moments later, I turn to see you still watching. I blow you a kiss. You, think I'm in love.

7:30 comes and You just about broke your neck getting ready. There's a knock on the door. You can see me through the glass. I'm showing off my body by wearing a mid-thigh, tight black leather skirt, the blouse fits mid way between your breast and belly button. Fishnet stockings and pumps accent the collaboration. Your dick tries to rise, but You quickly settle it down. You open the door.
"Come in."
"Nice outfit." You checked me out without me noticing.
"Thank you."
I make my way around the corner into the living room. You go to the center and walk around in a tight circle.
"I like this," I compliment.
"Thank you," You stand watching. "I thought that we might enjoy a glass of wine before we leave."
"That would be nice."
"Have a seat and I'll be right back." You disappear to the kitchen wiping the sweat off of your forehead. Damn she's fine, damn she's fine, DAMN SHE'S FINE! You think to yourself.
You return with two glasses and a bottle. I've positioned myself to where my outer thigh is showing a great deal. I wonder if he notices that?.
"Here we go."
You set the bottle down and open it. You carefully pour the wine. You turn to sit in the other direction. My thighs part slightly. You notice my fishnets are thigh highs and I'm not wearing panties. You catch a glimpse. I look up at you and you're smiling. Trying to play it off and remain a gentleman,
"A toast...," You say raising your glass to the "new kid in town," I say raising my. "May your stay here be an intriguing one." We touch glasses.
"Ooops, I'm sorry," I've covered my mouth with my hand. "Let me take care of that for you." We both stand up.
"It's no problem, really."
"Nonsense," I say, "I don't want the stain to set."
You take your shirt off and leave the room. You go to the bathroom and retrieve a towel to soak up the drops of wine. You hear the water in the kitchen stop. You come walk back up the hall and stop in the doorway. I'm bent over. You don't move. I finish wiping and stand facing you. We stare at each other. You began walking slowly to me.
"You know, everyone should be welcomed to a new neighborhood." You walk past me. You touch the top of my shoulder. I close my eyes. You drag your hand around my back to the other shoulder. I'm paralyzed. You come back around the front and stop. You look down at my pants. No matter how much I tried to stop it, I just can't hold back anymore. The bulge is beginning to show. You insert you finger in your mouth and without moving your head, you look up at me.
"I think...I should be the one to welcome you...this time." You unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. I watch you as you step back, slowly undoing each button of your blouse. There's no bra. Your breast gladly expose themselves. I'm still frozen. You reach behind and unzip the skirt. I watch it as if falls helplessly to the floor.
"I saw you peeking, and now I'm going to let you take a good look."
You step out of the skirt and began to take down my pants. You drop to your knees. The bulge from my dick is evident through my boxers. I step out of my shoes. You reach up and pull down my underwear. My dick snaps forward to attention.
"Hello there," I sing.
I insert your throbbing dick inside my waiting mouth. I begin stroking it sucking hard at the head. Licking from side to side, at time teasing it with my tongue. I force it all the way down, allowing you to feel every inch of my throat and mouth. Are there anymore surprises? You can't believe this is actually happening. You knees are about to buckle. You can feel yourself going. I feel you beginning to slide down a bit and you reach around and work a bit of your finger into my ass. You straighten up. But it feels good so I start to go again. This time I insert more. You begin to motion your hips.
"Sit down," I whisper.
"No, you sit...there." You point to your recliner. You go there, sit, and spread you legs across the arms.
"It's cherry time, baby. Come and pick you some" My invite is well received.
You take your fingers and spread your my pussy lips. My juices have already began to flow. It glistens in the lamp light. I draw you near, sniffing its sweet nectar. You lick you once and my body tenses. You lick you again and I exhale. You begin to suck. Swirling your thick tongue all inside me. You work it like your dick and suck at the same time. My moans become more intensified. Louder and louder, longer and longer. You began to really hit my spot. I squeeze your head with my thighs and wrap my legs around your back, pulling you in closer, harder.
You take your hands and push up on my thighs exposing my nice brown phat ass. You stick your tongue in my asshole and begin suck.
I scream in ecstasy. You hold me back inside the chair, not allowing me to move. Suffer, dammit! Take it, take it all! You work both the pussy and the asshole. Alternating between the two. Keeping the pathway to both well lubricated.
"Aaaauuugggghhh!" I release myself free from your grasp, grab your shoulders and hold you down. I pounce on top of you, grabbing the base of your dick and inserting it into my thirsty & dripping wet pussy.
The passion has hit it's ultimate peak. Our bodies began to sweat. Neither one of us mind. In fact, it better this way.
Bumping and grinding, the action is endless. My breast have found their way inside your mouth, each one getting luckier than the next, being sucked and massaged.
Suddenly, You toss me over, bend me over. You spread each cheek until you have expose my total ass. SLAM! Hit the pussy right on target, no guidance whatsoever. Stokes become longer and harder. The sweat is pouring off of our bodies. I reach up and grab the arms on the chair. You see my fingernails have penetrated into the fabric. I feel it now, you're about to hit your climax. I begin to pump hard. It's not sex anymore, it a straight out hard dick fucking. I begin to pound your cock harder and harder. My body is screaming for the dick.
"Ohhh Shit!" You yell. I remove your dick tickle my G spot and instant cum spills out into my mouth & breast. I reinsert the dick and begin pounding again. The slapping sound of my ass against your thighs is straight music.
"Do it, and do it now!"
I remove your hard rod from my soaked pussy and insert it into my tight ready ass. Slowly, very slowly until I say I'm comfortable.
"Aaauuu fuck! Do it baby, do it!" I begin to pump. You close your eyes at the slight pain and then relax. You're comfortable now. You can run this dick all throughout my body. The ass is inviting and tight. I tighten it each time the stroke is on it's downside.
It feels so good!!. In out in out in out in out. Now, you have hit a rhythm.
"Cum on, cum on. Make that dick cum," you command. "Fuck the shit out of me, cum, dammit, cum!" The passion in my words excite me. I feel the dick begin to tingle. With one big thrust of my ass back on your thighs, at last the dick erupts. I reach around and grab you dick and stroke, squeeze lightly.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it." You say. You pump that ass again and I can't stop cumming. "Yeah, I feel the warmth of you, baby." Our bodies flinching. We're completely drained. Oh, how good that was.
We hear a knock on the window. We turn to see that a crowd has gather outside the window. Everyone start giving us a thumbs up and clapping. It's our moment baby. :-)