Spectacular Stranger

  Copyright © 2012 by Lucia Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Kelly looked at the creamy wedding gown, which lay crumpled up, lying on the living room floor where she had stripped it off. It looked forlorn and rejected, just like she felt inside. The lace and silk felt rough and spoiled against her fingers and she longed to tear up the garment, to get rid of it forever, as though the very presence of it was poisoning her house, her life.

  Jake’s betrayal was still fresh - it cut through her heart like a knife and she almost doubled over with the remembered pain slashing inside her chest, but instead she straightened her shoulders, flicked her dramatic red hair over her shoulder and determinedly walked towards her wedding dress, looking down on what remained of her big day.

  She pictured herself in it, laughing and giddily happy waiting for him to arrive at the church, and she felt like a fool. Maybe she had deserved this; if she was honest with herself, she knew she had forced him into marrying her, but surely that had been for his own good – for the good of both of them, right?

  Kelly had met Jake in high school and they had been inseparable ever since. They had done all the traditional things – the graduation photos, the vacation together and even losing their respective virginities to one another.

  As time went on, and they got older, Kelly began to wonder if and when she was to move in with Jake, to share his life and become his wife, maybe even become the mother of his children. But time marched on and at twenty eight years old, Kelly had finally realized that he had no intentions of proposing to her - not in the near future, and maybe not at all. So she had done what she had thought was the perfect solution. She gave Jake an ultimatum; either marry her or let her go.

  His answer had come instantly, desperately: he wanted to marry her. He had taken hold of her hands and looked into her eyes as he said so. And like a chump, she had believed him. But, now as she thought over it, she knew he had just done what was right after 10 long years in a relationship with her. It was a pity he had failed to show up at their wedding and sent her a text instead. She remembered the words perfectly; they were etched into her brain, as they were permanently saved into her phone. She daren’t erase the message, as if saving it would somehow make it all better again.

  I’m sorry Kelly, I can’t marry you. You deserve better than a man who can’t stop thinking if this is the right thing to do.

  Kelly grit her teeth, strode towards the dress and picked it up roughly, glaring at it as though it was a bad man; keeping it away from her as if it was something dirty and filthy. Striding into her back yard, she shoved the dress into the abandoned stainless steel bathtub her father had intended to grow flowers in, once upon a time. Kelly looked at the dress, laying so stupidly in the grey bathtub, looking like the epitome of bad taste.

  She screwed up her face into a dignified expression of disgust. Humiliation washed over her as she hoped no one was looking out of their windows to see her final embarrassment. How foolish she must have seemed to all of those guests. How pathetic, to be standing there in white lace and silk, with no groom to marry. Those whispers had carried thtough the church, those ‘poor thing’s and those ‘such a waste’s. She loathed every single one of them, and wanted the whole day to be erased from time.

  The red-haired young woman strode into the dingy, ill-lit kitchen and grabbed the dented tin of lighter fluid, used only for barbecues, from the cupboard under the sink, along with a box of matches. Marching, almost running back to the bathtub in the garden, she sprayed the lighter fluid all over the repelling dress, and without a second thought, threw a lighted match stick onto it. $2500 of lace ignited and she crumpled into a heap on the ground, inconsolable as she cried her eyes out. Tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed aloud like a child. As the dress quickly burned into nothing, she gained control and got up to watch it. The flames did not leap high – there wasn’t enough fabric for that, instead it curled and burned slowly like a body on a funeral pyre. It was fitting. It was the death of her dreams, after all.

  As the dress became nothing more than a heap of smoldering ash, Kelly felt she felt lighter, refreshed. She took herself back indoors and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, looking at her youthful complexion, honed with those facials and exercise in the lead-up to her wedding. She knew what she wanted, and it didn’t lie in the cold emptiness of her house. The young woman nodded at herself and went into her bedroom.

  The phone on her nightstand flashed as it rang silently. Kelly had disabled the ringer since the calls started coming in, but even silently, it was still ringing, it just wouldn’t’t stop. Her family just could not see why she wanted to be alone and they kept on calling to try and console her. She was done talking to them. She had heard enough after the wedding that never was. She wanted something else, something new.

  She put on a new black dress from her cupboard which was meant for her honeymoon and applied makeup diligently to her face. Tying her hair up, she left the house, her heels clicking against the wood floor.

  Chapter Two

  She took a taxi into town and allowed her frantic mind to go blank for the journey. She needed the silence, the peace, the calm before the storm. She paid the driver and ,arched towards her old haunt – Santiago’s – once the hottest club in town, but now reduced to a second rate venue full of students and older women. But right now, she needed a place of memories – where she danced before all of this happened.

  The club was half empty but she didn’t care, all she wanted was to drink and dance and moment after entering the club, she was getting both in unlimited amounts. She had always been pretty good at holding her liqueur and she now made the most of that ability. She turned around to watch the few dancers there were, and a tall man in a white crisp shirt and black pants caught her eye. Instantly, she felt drawn; she knew that was the answer to that nagging feeling. That was truly what she wanted to do. She wanted to be fucked senseless, by a stranger, by this stranger, by anyone who would give her pleasure.

  Jake had been the only man who ever touched her. She had always bragged that she had only ever known her boyfriend, her fiancé, her husband-to-be, but what a waste of her youth that had been. And she no longer wanted Jake to be that special man – the only one to have penetrated her. She wanted to let loose and lose her mind to new pleasures.

  A stranger was perfect, it added to the thrill. She could imagine herself naked under his body, his unknown physical attributes thrilling her senses as she explored his assets. She walked straight to him; he wasn’t dancing, but was just standing on the sidelines watching with a glass of something that looked like fruit juice in his hand.

  “Hello”, she said in the sexiest voice she could summon and he turned around in surprise. A smile flashed across his face, adding to his allure. He was pretty damn good looking; his eyes a piercing grey, his teeth perfect and even.

  “Hey”, he replied, extending his hand, “I’m Scott”.

  “Kelly”, she said, shaking his hand. “Are you married Scott?” she asked boldly, the alcohol was getting to her more than she thought, but she had to know. She had had one marriage wrecked that week, she wasn’t going to add another to her list.

  He chuckle
d at the sudden bold question, “No, I’m not married”.

  “Girlfriend?” she asked and the man’s eyebrows shot up, and he grinned.

  “Girlfriend, well kind of,” he downed his drink and looked the woman up and down appreciatingly to make his point. Kelly’s skin crawled a little, but right now, a handsome stranger was her best shot at an orgasm that night.

  Kelly pursed her lips, digesting and considering the information and planning in her head if her place would be a good idea. Her mom might show up there, she knew, but she could just disconnect the doorbell. She didn’t fancy around the back alley of the club, and the restrooms just seemed too gross to even consider. Still, there was something delicious about fucking a stranger in the bed she had once been fucked in by her fiancé.

  “Would you like to see my apartment, Scott? It’s pretty close,” she coiled a spring of her red hair around a finger.

  He looked at her face closely, trying to assess her, as if checking she was really a woman and not a man in drag. After a lengthy pause, in which Kelly began to feel uncomfortable, he nodded and agreed that he was up for it.

  “After you”, he said, smiling and moving aside to let her walk towards the exit of the club.

  Kelly relaxed visibly; she was excited, thrilled. She did not know him at all, but instead of scaring her, it just made her more excited, drove up her arousal and made her wish that she didn’t find the idea of fucking behind a club quite so repellant. Right now, she would have taken it anywhere.

  She sobered up in the taxi and had a good look at Scott. He looked as though he was in his early thirties, was attractive enough and seemed to be well-built under his shirt. She wondered if he was a commitment-phobic man as well. Maybe that was better for a one-time fuck. She reached for his thigh with her hand and ran her hand down it, making his leg tense with the feeling.

  He glanced at her, looking over her face and body approvingly. Kelly felt vindicated – how long since someone had looked at her like that – with pure lust and arousal rather than pity or mild affection? The drive to her apartment couldn’t end quickly enough, and she felt the beginnings of Scott’s erection begin to tent his trousers.

  She smiled to herself. Did she still have the kind of power?

  She hoped so, and as the cab drew up outside her apartment building, she braced herself for the night she had only read about in books – the night where the handsome stranger gives you everything you want, and everything your body needs to be satisfied.

  Chapter Three

  The door of the apartment closed behind them and he took her hand, pulling her gently towards him.

  His mouth swooped down, taking her lips inside. Kelly felt as though she had exploded; her body was a mass of warm, tingling sensations and arousal. Her sex pulsed and moistened with vigor and her skin tingled wherever his hands roamed over her. She wanted to press herself against this stranger completely, to feel his on top of her, beneath her and all over her body.

  Scott’s mouth slanted fiercely over hers, and she slid her tongue into his mouth, groaning against him as his hands grabbed her breasts roughly and squished them in his palms over her dress. He moved one hand down towards her buttocks and held onto one ass cheek, his nails digging into her soft flesh.

  She couldn’t control her arousal; it had never been like this with Jake. It was always controlled, and slow. She had never known this kind of passion and she could barely keep up with the feelings.

  Scott pushed her against the door and pushed his body into her, she could feel his hard cock pressing determinedly into her stomach and she moved her hand between their bodies, grasping his cock into her palm. He chucked against her mouth and kissed her harder, biting her lips and sliding his tongue over hers.

  Abruptly, he picked her up and her legs wound around his waist automatically, as if knowing what to do by themselves. She gasped, she wanted him so badly she could have climaxed just from thinking about him. She could feel his hard, hot cock against her panties as he pushed it determinedly between her legs. She ground against the erection, feeling her clitoris responding to this new pressure it could rub against, but that was no longer enough.

  “Bedroom,” she managed to gasp out between the hard thrusts of his hips against her body and his insistent mouth biting away at her lips.

  “No,” he whispered, grinding hard against her as if he could erase her panties if he tried hard enough. “I’m going to fuck you right here…”

  Kelly gasped at the coarseness, the dirtiness of his words, her body igniting with desire and lust even more. Her cunt was a mass of erratic nerve endings, clustered together and threatening to erupt any second. Her vagina clenched and unclenched itself unable to wait any longer to be filled.

  “Fuck me now,” she moaned into his ear.

  Scott did as he was told, and carefully put her down on the floor, quickly unbuckling his belt and letting it, along with his pants, fall with a clatter before his shirt followed and then his boxers, releasing a stout and firm looking erection quite different from what Kelly was used to. She wanted this new organ to be buried inside her, and reached behind herself to try and undress.

  Kelly struggled with the zipper of her short black dress, and she looked at Scott’s naked body, his hard cock standing upright, waiting to fill her. His cock was long and lean, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it. His balls twitched as he moved towards her hastily and spun her body around to unzip her dress, and pulled her panties down.

  She wore no bra, so she was naked and wild. She wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck and crushed her naked body against him. His chest hair ticked against her nipples and she rubbed her breasts against his chest, groaning as she felt his fingers probing the opening to her body between her legs.

  “You’re dripping wet”, he whispered reverently. And his other hand grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head back to look at him. He looked straight into her yes, his own eyes smoldering, “I’m going to fuck you senseless. Then I’m going to fuck your mouth, and then your ass as well”. With that, he closed his eyes and bit her lower lip, sucking on it.

  She moaned, her cunt squirting its juices as she felt the delicious impact of the words he had used. He did not scare her. All she wanted was to be fucked senseless.

  As her pleasure mounted still higher, he slid two fingers inside her cunt and groaned against her mouth. Kelly lifted a leg and wound it around him as high as she could. His fingers pushed deeper, grinding her insides.

  He bit her neck hard, and she sighed in pleasurable response. The pain of his teeth and that of his fingers roughly pushing inside her cunt was making her whole body ache with arousal. He pushed her body away, and bent her over, exposing her wet, pink cunt that contracted, eager for it to be filled. He grasped his cock and slid inside Kelly, making sure she felt every bit of his penetration, all the way in, withdrawing and entering her again, still further.

  She sighed and trembled as the her walls swelled and gripped and expanded to take in his long cock, the head working its way deep down inside. There was a moment where all she did was flutter around his cock as it searched its way deeper.

  Then, as she turned to watch, he grabbed her waist and lunged harder, pushing deep inside the red-haired woman who was a mass of moans as her cunt warmed and throbbed from the assault and her orgasm took over. She pushed her hips back against his cock, meeting his thrusts and she came with a gasp, her body shaking, her fingers curling.

  His relentless pounding continued without a pause, his harsh breathing a constant sound in the room. His balls slapped against Kelly’s wet cunt and she bent her head to look between her legs. She could see his balls slapping against her furiously and she moved her hand lower, grasping his balls lightly and massaging their soft covering.

  He groaned and bent over her body as he jerked, pouring his load into her and he thrust harder, once, twice, thrice, as he emptied himself.

  He pulled out instantly and Kelly lay down onto her side, spent from her orgasms. Sh
e watched him walk to the centre of the living room and he turned to look at her, “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked and she pointed.

  She got up after a couple of minutes and went to her bedroom to get a T-shirt out of her closet and put it on. It was a long, loose shirt so she didn’t need any panties. She was also pretty sure Scott still had plans for her.

  I’m going to fuck your mouth, and then your ass, he had said.

  Her stomach fluttered at the thought and she took a deep breath to control her body’s reaction to his words. She wanted him to do that very much. She wanted to get fucked over and over. She felt so completely filled by his body.

  Chapter Four

  He came out of the bathroom, still naked, and unashamedly walked towards her to take her into his arms. “That was good”, he whispered against her neck, his warm breath sending tingles through her body. He gently bit and sucked at the curve of her neck, and suddenly they were wild again, their hands roving over each other’s bodies. He grabbed her breasts over her t-shirt and pinched her nipples over the thin fabric, making her moan against his open mouth.

  Kelly slid her hand between his legs to hold onto his balls; he pressed his cock into her stomach and moaned as she massaged his balls. Her hand delved further, her fingertips pressing against his shaft through the skin, and then fleetingly touching his ass hole. He jerked back, breathing hard, to look at her for a moment, his hand curved around her nape.

  He stared at her face for a couple of seconds, while her hand massaged his balls continuously, his control snapped and he captured her mouth in a plundering kiss, pushing her against the bed. As her legs touched the bed, he pushed her down, and got on top of her. He deftly took off her T-shirt and threw it across the room. His fingers delved into the triangle of red hair between her legs and then lower to rub her clit.

  She moaned, gasping, and her head twitched against the bed in ecstasy. He bent down to take her pink, hardened nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it hard, while his hand kept its descent into her cunt. His fingers slid inside her body, twisting around. Abruptly, he took his fingers out and touched them to her lips.