by Opal Carew
Still bent at the waist, she widened her legs and his hormones jumped into overdrive at the sight of her intimate folds, water sluicing over them. So wet and inviting. He quivered as she stroked her fingers along her calves, then continued up her inner thighs. He had to stop himself from striding up behind her, then reaching around and cupping her wonderfully soft breasts while he pushed his hard, aching cock into her wet opening.
He wrapped his hand around his rigid shaft, desperately wanting to feel her heat enveloping him.
* * *
Sandra was sure she could feel the heat of her Fantasy Stranger’s gaze on her. Touching herself like this in front of him made her feel wicked. And sexy.
Slowly, she stood up, then turned around, her shoulders back, displaying herself proudly. Was he turned on watching her? Was his big cock long and hard? Was he touching it?
His invisible touch seemed to burn through her. She ached with need. Wanting to feel his cock. Wanting it to glide deep inside her. Just like last night.
Remembering the glorious sensation of his huge cock stretching her slick passage, she ran her hand over her stomach, then lower. She stroked her fingertips through the small patch of damp curls, then lower. Her other hand stroked up her wet body to her breast. She squeezed the tight nipple, almost gasping at the intense sensation, remembering his mouth covering her. Sucking on her hard nub.
The fingertips of her other hand stroked along her slit, sending quivers through her. On shaky legs, she backed up a few inches and sat down on the cedar bench. Wanting to give him a better view, she spread her knees wide as she stroked her intimate folds. Heat careened through her.
What if he came bounding out of hiding and dragged her into his arms? His cock would be hard, extending upward. He could drive it into her in one long stroke.
She would so love to feel that right now.
The water poured over the front of her body in thick drops as she stroked faster, her fingers quivering. Then she drove a finger inside. Her head fell back against the slate as pleasure surged through her. Her thumb found the little button tucked in her folds and she teased it.
Oh, God, it felt so good. She squeezed her nipple. At the intense sensation, she pinched it harder, then stroked between her legs faster. She closed her eyes, remembering her Fantasy Stranger pressing his cock to her opening while she’d lain beneath him, blindfolded. His cock had pushed into her, stretching her with its girth.
She gasped as blissful sensations shot through her. She moaned, long and deep, as the orgasm erupted inside her. Hot. Fast. Intense.
* * *
Devlin’s gaze remained glued to Sandra as her fingers pulsed into her intimate folds. His cock, engorged, close to bursting, filled his hand as he stroked it. God, she was such an incredibly sexy woman. He wanted her so badly.
She gasped, then moaned, her face a picture of ecstasy as the orgasm washed through her. His groin tightened and then he groaned quietly as he felt the release, hot liquid gushing from him.
* * *
Sandra’s hands stilled and she sucked in air. Oh, wow. That had been incredibly sexy. She never would have thought showing off her body like that would be so wildly erotic. She didn’t even know for sure who her Fantasy Stranger was, yet knowing he’d watched her touching herself … arousing herself … had been an intense aphrodisiac.
She felt wicked and extremely sexy.
Was he still out there watching? Her hand glided leisurely up her body, then cupped her breast. Had he come when she had?
She hoped so.
She thought she’d heard a groan in the bushes, but it might have been her imagination.
She drew in a deep breath. Slowly, she stood up, her knees still a little shaky.
One thing was for sure, this weekend had changed the way she looked at sex.
* * *
Sandra sat on the deck in her bikini, stretched out on a lounge chair, staring over the water, her book by her side. She’d tried reading, but delicious thoughts of a sexy stranger kept distracting her. Finally she’d abandoned the book to enjoy the heat of the sun on her body and the gorgeous surroundings.
“Hey, you look pretty relaxed.” Aimee walked up the steps, finally returning from her morning swim.
Sandra wondered if that swim had been with Craig, including a repeat performance of yesterday morning’s activities on the swim raft.
Assuming, of course, that Craig wasn’t Sandra’s Fantasy Stranger. Which she was pretty sure he wasn’t. She had a strong feeling it was James.
“The fellows suggested we go to their place for dinner tonight. That okay with you?”
Sandra smiled. “That would be great.”
She really wanted some time with James. She had yearned for him for such a long time. It had been excruciating when she’d been in college. Wanting him. Wishing they could be together. And feeling terribly guilty about that wish.
Now she was single, exploring her sexuality, and she had the opportunity to satisfy the intense craving she’d had for him for so long.
She might have already made love with him as her Fantasy Stranger, but she wasn’t sure. And no matter what, she wanted to experience his lovemaking face-to-face. Especially after this morning. She’d reached orgasm, but it wasn’t the same as being touched by a man. Having his cock deep inside.
Her internal muscles tightened at the thought and her insides ached.
“You want a drink?” Aimee asked.
“Sure. How about one of those hard lemonades?”
“That’s a great idea.” Aimee slid open the door and went inside, then returned a moment later with two bottles of pink liquid and handed one to Sandra. Aimee sat down and took a sip, then set hers on the table between their chairs, a quirky grin on her face.
“What?” Sandra asked.
“I noticed another item checked off the list.”
“Yeah, well.” Sandra sipped the tart liquid, feeling the burn of the alcohol as she swallowed, then shrugged lightly. “So the list wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”
“Hmm. So you ready to tackle item four?”
A threesome
“Uh, no. I think two men is a little over-the-top for me right now, but…”
“Yeah?” Aimee’s grin broadened. “What?”
“Maybe one guy … tonight … would be…” Goose bumps quivered along her arms. “Kinda great.”
“You got it. You pick one and I’ll keep the other one occupied.”
Sandra laughed. “Don’t you care which one?”
Aimee smiled and shook her head, her short layered blonde hair fluttering. “Nope. They’re both great-looking. And they’re both”—she held her hands about a foot apart and grinned—“big.”
Sandra’s eyes widened. “Really?” She nibbled her lower lip as she toyed with the label on her bottle. “So … which one is bigger?”
“Well, that would be Craig.”
Sandra remembered her Fantasy Stranger’s huge cock stretching her as it glided into her. Since that was probably James, she wondered just how big Craig’s cock must be.
Man, had she been missing out!
* * *
After dinner, Sandra and James went out on the deck to watch the sunset. The sky flamed with rich gold, orange, and red, setting the placid water ablaze with color. They sipped their wine as they watched the colors slowly fade, giving way to darkness.
“Where do you live these days?” she asked.
James had asked her a lot about herself over dinner, but she hadn’t found out much about him. And she wanted to learn all about him.
“I live on the east end of the city, in that new development out by the river.”
“That’s a nice area.” And it was only about an hour from her place.
The moonlight glimmered on the water and crickets chirped.
“I love it there. I’ve got a big backyard and a beautiful view of the river out the back of my place. Also, there’s this great park nearby. I’m into radio-controlled airpl
anes, which I design and build myself, and on the weekends I often take them out there with a few of my buddies. I fly the real thing, too. I just got my pilot’s license last year.”
He’d said he was an engineer, so it made sense he’d like gadgets, but it amazed her that he could design and fly airplanes. She pictured herself in the cockpit with him, looking down at the world below as they jetted off for a weekend getaway.
He smiled. “Maybe you’ll come out and join me sometime. I’ll teach you how to fly—the big planes or the small ones. Whichever one’s your speed.”
“That would be great.”
She took another sip of wine and they stared over the water for a bit. She felt a little awkward, like she was on a first date, and she hadn’t dated for a long, long time. James seemed quite comfortable with the silence, but to her it dragged on and on.
“So what else have you been up to since college?” she finally asked.
“Me?” He grinned. “Pining after the woman who got away.”
More like learning how to be an incredible flirt. Not that she minded. If anything, she was enjoying the attention. She laughed. “So did you ever get married?”
He stared at his glass for a few moments. “No. I came close once, though. We went out for about four years, even talked about marriage.” His leaned back on the deck chair and stretched his legs out in front of him. “But when it came right down to it, I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with her. We had great chemistry, and we had a lot in common, but it just didn’t feel like that was enough.”
“Why?” She wished she had been so astute before falling into marriage with her ex.
He shrugged. “I don’t know exactly, but she felt it, too. We had a long talk about it. We’re still friends. Actually, after we ended it, she met someone else, and two years later they got married. I guess we just weren’t meant to be together.”
“So you believe there’s one right match for every person?”
“Not necessarily one. Maybe there’s more than one person we can make a life with, but I think when you meet one of those special people, you’ll find a deeper connection.”
She stiffened a little.
He chuckled. “Don’t panic. I know you’re not looking for a relationship right now. I’m happy to keep it casual. Just take time to get to know each other again.”
The heat of his gaze warmed her. There were definite possibilities here.
He stood up and took her hand, then drew her to her feet and led her to the edge of the deck. “It’s a beautiful evening. Look at that water.”
Leaning against the wooden railing of the deck, Sandra glanced across the lake, the moonlight illuminating the glassy surface. Crickets chirped merrily in the background and the stars shone brighter than she’d ever seen them in the city. A soft breeze brushed lightly across her arms and a scattering of goose bumps danced across her skin, but the latter was because of her intense awareness of James beside her, his tall, masculine physique so close to her. She sipped her wine.
“It is a beautiful view,” she said.
But not as beautiful to her as James, who was so sexy. So incredibly male.
She set her wineglass on the flat top of the railing and glanced up at him, her gaze catching his. His intense blue-gray eyes glittered in the moonlight and her heart skipped a beat. Not only was he an amazingly sexy man but he was also so understanding and easy to talk to. A lot like Devlin in that way.
But she wanted more from James than friendship right now. Her insides quivered as she thought about him kissing her. Stroking her. Making love to her.
She wanted him to tear off her clothes and ravish her. She wanted to feel him inside her. To gasp as he thrust into her and drove her to ecstasy.
As if he could read her thoughts, his eyes darkened and his lips lowered, brushing hers lightly at first, then his arms wrapped around her and he drew her against him. She kissed him back, hungrily, wanting to be closer than she could possibly get. She pressed her body tight to his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He groaned, then tightened his arms around her, crushing her to his body. Her nipples ached with need as they thrust into his chest. She could feel a bulge growing through his jeans, pressing into her belly. She wanted to touch it. Oh God, she needed to touch it.
Their lips parted and their gazes locked. He searched her eyes, clearly worried he’d gone too far. But couldn’t he tell how much she wanted him? She brushed her lips against his briefly, then grabbed her glass and gulped the rest of the wine before setting it down again. The heat washed through her, boosting her courage.
She rested her hand on one of his shoulders and ran her fingertips along his cheek, then down his square jaw. She kissed the dimple on his chin, then nibbled the slightly raspy texture of his jaw. She pushed herself on her tiptoes and nuzzled his neck, then pressed her lips near his ear.
“I am very turned on. I really want you.”
“Sweetheart, the feeling is definitely mutual.” He drew her close again and captured her lips. “Do you want to go inside? To my room?”
She thought about going back into the cottage. Facing Aimee and Craig, then scooting away to James’ room. She felt hot and sexy now. She was afraid the interruption would ruin that. Maybe steal away her courage. She’d waited so long, and everything was so perfect right here. Right now.
“No, I want to stay here.”
James grinned. “Why you little scamp. You like the idea we might be caught.”
She glanced toward the sliding glass door. She couldn’t see Aimee and Craig inside. They were probably sitting on the couch. Probably in a clinch.
“It’s not that. I just don’t want to ruin the mood.” But was that all it was? With all the talk of watching, and being watched … What if Aimee and Craig were watching them right now? There was a certain thrill at the thought of the other couple seeing them. Watching them while they kissed. And more.
Especially if she was wrong about James being her fantasy stranger. If it was really Craig … the thought of him seeing her with James had a strange and definitely sexy effect on her.
His mouth widened into that sexy broad smile of his, showing even, white teeth. “Whatever you want, sweetheart, you’ve got it.”
She stroked her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, heat thrumming through her at the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingers. “What I want is”—she leaned in and kissed his chin—“to touch you.”
“Go for it, sweetheart.”
Sandra pressed him backward until his back was against the wooden wall of the cottage. She drew her hands down his chest, over his abs. She could feel the hard rippled muscles through his fine cotton shirt. She passed his belt, then stroked over the impressive bulge in his chinos. The feel of his hard erection under her palm thrilled her. She had touched her Fantasy Stranger like this. Felt his hard cock in her hand.
Was James the same man?
A compulsive craving shattered her control and she squeezed him, then dropped to her knees and tugged down his zipper. She reached inside the cotton twill fabric and through the slit in the front of his underwear until she felt his hard, naked shaft.
Oh, God, it felt so good. Hot. Rock-hard.
He wanted her.
And that was a huge boost to her confidence.
She freed him from the cotton prison and stared at the broad mushroom-shaped head of his impressively long cock. She stroked her finger over the tip, then around the underside of the corona, admiring him. She hadn’t seen her Fantasy Stranger. She couldn’t tell if James was him or not.
She leaned forward and licked under the edge, then upward, the tip of her tongue stroking over his cockhead. She swirled around the small opening, then opened her mouth and took his large cockhead inside her mouth.
His fingers stroked through her hair.
“Aw, damn. Sweetheart, that’s fabulous.”
His encouraging words boosted her confidence even more. She sucked. He groaned.
Oh
, God, she wanted to make him come.
She pressed her tongue against him, squeezing him against the roof of her mouth, then she glided down. His broad head pushed deeper into her mouth.
“Sweetheart, that feels so good.” He stroked her hair, his touch sending quivers through her.
She glanced up at him and caught a glimpse of his eyes, half closed, full of desire. She sucked on him while she stroked up and down his shaft with her hand. He tipped his head back and his cock twitched in her mouth. She glided up, freeing more of his shaft to her hand, then down again.
“I’m so close. Maybe I should—”
Gazing up at him, she asked, “Are you really going to come?”
“If you keep that up, yes.”
She smiled, then squeezed his rock-hard cock in her hand. “Bring it on.”
She swallowed his cock again, then moved up and down, taking him a little deeper this time, and squeezing his hard flesh inside her mouth.
“Oh … God…”
He tensed and suddenly she felt a stream of hot liquid fill her mouth. Elated, she sucked harder. He pulsed and pulsed. Then he slumped back against the cottage wall. She released him, a big smile on her face.
“Man, sweetheart, that was incredible.”
She stood up and pressed against him, her smile still stretching her face wide. “Thank you.”
She captured his lips, hotter than ever. He embraced her and his tongue glided into her mouth and explored thoroughly. Intense need pummeled through her. Her nipples, hard and puckered, pushed against his hard chest. Every movement caused friction and sent her hormones swirling into overdrive.
She drew back, breathing heavily.
“God, I am so turned on.” She took his hand, desperate to feel his touch, and pressed it against her needy breast.
“I can tell.”
She grabbed the hem of her tank top and tugged his hand underneath, so there would be less fabric between them.
