Stone Night

It was 2:12 am. The icy lake breeze rocked the now leaf-less trees and sent a shock through his bones. The black cotton sweater-style top he wore over dark grey long-sleeves was hardly enough to warm him. His jeans were as stiff as the trunks of the trees he had used as cover since daylight had faded many hours before.

Her husband had left just after lunch – she was not home then – out shopping. But he knew that she would be alone this evening … and for the rest of the week.

He thrust his body against the small wooden door that led to the basement of the old stone home – one of many beauties in this old money neighborhood full of the cities oldest families and some newer, younger professionals who had done well and moved up early – the door gave way as he knew it would.

She lay in bed on the second floor in a perfectly appointed master-suite that afforded a view of the lake from three sets of windows. Her body was a cocoon of cotton sheets and deep down pillows that comforted her naked body. She always slept in the nude – to feel the sensations on her skin.

While her husband was not an attentive lover, he had provided her with a life in which she found pleasure.

But too many nights alone at the ballet or symphony had left her longing for more. She would arrange the perfect outfit, indulge in the most exquisite shoes … and go … alone … to the downtown arts center – to enjoy an opening by a favorite or local artist or take in the best of music and dance.

The damp basement seemed a haven for sinister happenings – or at least forgotten hobbies. He imagined the joy and wonder brought to young eyes by the pages of the hundreds of “National Geographic” magazines stashed in one corner.

The wooden stairwell beckoned. At its summit, he would find the kitchen and be just one floor away from a dark pleasure he had contemplated for months.

They had met at a coffee shop near the local college where he was a visiting professor. She was always fluttering about town taking pictures and admiring architecture. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her … and they struck up a conversation about perspective.

Over the next few months, they’d bump into each other from time-to-time at artsy events or baseball games. Yes, one of her guilty pleasures was taking in an afternoon game and a couple of beers. His schedule allowed him the same flexibility, and it was if they had been dating by accident.

The two, both just entering their thirties, were clearly brimming with energy and the flirting between them, though subtle, evidenced a depth of desire neither had previously known.

So, two weeks prior, she had alerted him that her husband would be out of town soon and that perhaps they should arrange to meet somewhat less “accidentally.” He smiled and told her that could be arranged. To play it safest, they had agreed that he would wait until her husband was gone to set a firm date.

This was not what she had anticipated. In fact, that night, as she drifted to the world of dreams, she imagined his voice on the phone, imagined his request for an outfit, imagined meeting him in town and the evening of laughter, freedom, and delight they might share. She even allowed herself to think of kissing him deeply … of feeling her body against his in a tight embrace.

But this. She could not have imagined this.

His black gloves struggled with the alarm box, but he forced it open and with a small pair of wire cutters, he rendered the system useless.

The door was forced open and he felt the cold granite through his dark work boots. He was in.

He tracked carefully through the kitchen to the stairs at the front of the old home. Wood floors seemed to erupt in freakish creaks with each step he took – sound magnified by the pounding in his heart. He was an academic. A college professor. This was not him. But he wanted this more than anything. He wanted it this way. His dark eyes framed by dark glasses took in every sight… but his mind took him to the unsuspecting, diminutive delight that awaited his approach.

He walked through the open door to her room. A king size sleigh bed held a tiny, faery-like being. Brilliant red hair lay adrift on the softest white pillows. Her ivory pale skin seemed to blend in with the fabric that surrounded her.

He stopped, breathless. He took her in. This amazing, dainty body underneath a thin layer of cotton. He felt his heart beat faster and he felt blood rushing to his member.

Her sleep was deep, restful, peaceful. His body was still cold, hard, and hungry. He unbuckled his thick, leather belt and laid it carefully beside her.

He unzipped his jeans and took off his right glove. Slowly, deliberately, he began massaging his growing cock through black boxer briefs. He worked himself until the head of his cock was piercing out atop the briefs.

Her scream pierced the air as he jumped on the bed, her teeth bit into his leather-glove covered left hand. He knew they were safe and alone --- that no one could hear her.

He relished the panic in her bright green eyes. He could see the recognition intensifying her shock.

He pulled the sheet from her in one movement, revealing a perfect, goose-bumped form of porcelain skin. He had dreamt of her body often. But never like this.

He let his jeans fall down a touch further, pulled his briefs down, and she saw him. He made her look at his large, bulging member. Her eyes widened as she anticipated the pain that would follow.

His naked right hand found her pussy and a guided his cock to the entrance. He shoved in as she resisted, squealing from the pain of penetration without wetness. Finally, she gave way and he was inside her… she felt rough, cool denim against her soft legs and the zipper on his top rubbed into her chest as he held her in a tight embrace, fucking her quickly, not letting up…

He came quickly, the whole of maybe 3 minutes atop her. At this point, she was now wet, raw, open.

And he was not done.

He held her down and kissed her from the tingly hairs atop her pussy to the crevice between her breasts… she moaned in muffled response, not wanting to display too much pleasure.

He picked up the belt that lay beside her body. He turned her over to her stomach and pushed her arms over her head, uniting them underneath the rough leather, pulling the buckle tightly together. He sat on her legs and took his top and shirt off. He then slid off his boots, jeans, and briefs.

He wanted her to feel all of him. He wanted, desperately, to feel every inch of her glorious being.

He rubbed his cock to fullness again and then ran it from the tip of her ankle to the top of her hip. His fingers penetrated her pussy again and found amazing wetness…

He knew what he wanted.

As his fingers masterfully massaged her clit and her body began responding, he placed his cock at her anus.

She screamed, but was helpless to fight. He continued massaging her clit while licking her ass, tongue forcing its way in and leaving a wet, semi-lubed area for him.

He rose to his knees again and the head of his cock slowly popped in … he had gone where no man had taken her before.

As her body gave way, he found more of him inside her. The tightness and resistance was wonderful. His fingers were in and out of her pussy now and kept teasing her clit as he rocked her body from inside her luscious ass.

She didn’t know if she was in pain or if this was heaven, but she was powerless to resist. She gave herself to him and he took full advantage. He opened her with his vigorous thrusting and just as he felt her coming near orgasm, he took himself out of her ass and thrust deep into her pussy.

Deeper and deeper as her orgasmic pulses urged him further inside… he turned her over, looked into her eyes, and plunged inside one last time… then came once again inside this lovely woman he had met just a few months before.

This was not what she meant when she had told him about her husband leaving town.

But it was what he had wanted. What they both had needed.

As he dressed, she lay there, frightened and yet excited. The release from her orgasm was more than she had expected. The fear of what was next was almost too much to bear.

He simply smiled as he left her room. Left her vulnerable, open, and wondering.

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