Perfect Strangers

Jessica and her suitor froze, neither one relinquishing their grip on the other; each conceding the futility of discretion as the illumination from the hallway washed over them, casting an indisputable spotlight on their liaison.

Still kneeling but with her head now pendent as a consequence of her forward descent, Jessica could only watch in suspense as the shadows of two figures swept across the floor beside her before halting in quick succession. Curiosity prevailing over embarrassment, she craned her neck to discover two women standing in the doorway; each of a similar age to the man most recently departed, both exhibiting the same startled immobility as the pair they had unintentionally interrupted.

Jessica’s eyes darted between them but neither lady reciprocated her gaze, their attention instead on her hand and the imposing manhood which still occupied it - another inspection which hadn’t eluded its owner. “Quick, close the door before it escapes!” the Dutch man exclaimed, his joke earning a wry smile from Jessica upon their audience’s hasty departure, his confidence tempered with a levity that she found undeniably attractive.

Conflicted by desires of intimacy and apprehensions of further interruptions, the actress sought a compromise. She wouldn’t be able block the door from the inside, nor could they go elsewhere without alerting his friends. Her only option was to resituate somewhere less immediately apparent. Standing up, she approached the wall adjoining the freshly closed door, a meticulous grace pervading every step, her gait a characteristic blend of playful and alluring.

“My god,” her admirer muttered as she turned to face him, “You’re….”

Jessica’s eyes widened, afeared her latest display had compromised the anonymous rapport she was intent on maintaining, but relaxed again upon the man’s conclusion, “....Incredible.” She leaned back, resting her shoulder blades against the warm wooden wall behind her, drumming her nails against it before addressing him again. “C’mere,” she purred, her lips lingering apart on the instruction.

The man moved towards her, his steps tracing hers but devoid the same element of showmanship, save for his penis which bounced with every purposeful stride. She waited until he drew near before reaching for it again.

“Not inside….not yet,” the actress whispered, pulling him closer to initiate the prelude she had been denied the evening before; her partner widening his stance to mitigate the height difference between them as she brushed his dick agonisingly across her entrance, fastening her thighs around it. A bead of sweat rolled off his brow and landed on her shoulder as he leaned forward to steady himself against the wall behind her, the proximity of their faces alerting each of them to the excitement of the other as they breathed heavily into one another's ears.

Jessica tilted her head to the side, an unspoken invitation implicitly understood by her admirer, who planted several kisses along her neck; only relenting when she began to roll her hips against him. “Shiiit,” the man groaned, the sensation causing him to twitch restlessly within the confines of her thighs, his cock pressing firmly against her labia with every successive stroke. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her still, before replicating the motion with measured thrusts of his own.

Minutes elapsed but the couple continued, alternating the initiative between them, each determining their pace by the reactions of the other, every rotation increasing their desire. Jessica savoured the anticipation, her moans a test of her partner’s restraint, every whisper an evocation of arousal until she breathed the two words he most wanted to hear, “Fuck me….”

Parting her legs, she had no sooner allowed the man to slide from between them than his hands were on her hips, spinning her in place. She fixed her palms to the wall, arching her back to better brace herself against it. So too her feet, instinctively ascending to her toes when she felt him brush against her from behind.

“You okay?” the man enquired, his genial accent not disguising his concern.

Realising her partner had most likely mistaken the reflex for apprehension, Jessica reassured him otherwise. “Mhmmmm,” she replied, her affirmation transforming into a resonant moan as he pushed forward with a practiced consideration, penetrating her at long last.

He stayed his hips, mere centimetres inside her, allowing them both a few seconds to acclimate to the feeling before retracting them again to repeat the advance. Jessica’s mouth fell open, the about-turned actress only able to approximate how much remained as his cock filled her more with each iteration. Every advance a dichotomy of discomfort and pleasure, slowly shifting in favour of the latter, until the eventual contact of his pelvis against her posterior sent a shiver up her spine in defiance of the temperature.

“Heh-sell-ick,” she whispered, the most recent expansion of her lexicon also proving the most pertinent for the repose that followed. Her skin aglow in the soft pink light, tingling with desire to her partner’s approach; his breath on her neck a precursor to the touch of his lips as he leaned forward to proffer his agreement, “Gezellig.”

It was a calm compromised only by the movement of the clock ticking high above her, a perennial reminder of their ephemeral time together. “Gimme a sec,” Jessica implored, the actress intent on prolonging the moment for a few more. Her partner indulging her to the best of his ability, but incapable of maintaining the inertia for long without stroking himself inside her.

Soft moans escaped her lips, onomatopoeic for the movements eliciting them. Her partner responding with his own equivalents, his groans diversified by their alternation between English and Dutch; reminiscent of Martin’s from the evening before, albeit absent his countryman’s invective. Another comparison came courtesy of Jessica’s orientation and yet, analogues aside, this was an encounter entirely its own: The wonderful otherness of two strangers sharing an indiscretion neither would speak of. She at least wanted to make it one they’d never forget.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, reiterating her desire with the same two words as before, but compounding them with a third.... “Hard.”