The stranger walks up and rings the door bell.

I felt a momentary pang of anxiety about whether to answer. But the tingling in my body and the dull post-orgasmic ache in my groin told me that my hormones had already decided for me.

I self-conciously grabbed a robe, though, telling myself that while the stranger may have seen me butt naked and masturbating my brains out, but the whole street hasn't, yet...

I opened the door to see him standing there, calm, noncholant, leaning against the door post, like it was something he did every day. This is the first time I'd had a good look at him, and I realised he was fantastically attractive. His hair was slightly ruffled and his shirt half undone, betraying the illicit lovemaking he had just engaged in. I felt my nipples harden again and became painfully aware of my nakedness under my robe.

"I saw you were watching us," he stated rather than asked.

I could only nod.

"You were enjoying it too. Weren't you?" he asked, stepping forward, close to me. My body was already aching to be touched, I can't believe how slutty I'm feeling. "I think you're a very horny little lady and we need to do something about that."

He leaned forward and kissed me. I opened my mouth wide and let his hot tongue slide into my mouth, rolling around against my own. His hands grabbed me and somehow found there way under the robe. I moaned as I felt his rough touch against my smooth skin. His hands worked down and clenched my tight round buttocks. Oh how I longed to feel his cock inside me.

His lips found their way down to my neck as he continued caressing me. I felt my robe slide off onto the floor, the silky material slipping softly down my ass and thighs.

Suddenly I realised I am naked, kissing a stranger on my front doorstep.