ONE OF MINE...

Working around the house, dressed in nothing but an old flannel shirt and some socks, she stands behind a recliner, sorting old clothes and singing along to Alison Krauss.

She doesn't hear someone come up behind her, but is startled when he grabs her by the waste and pushes her closer to the chair.

She and her ex still get together once in a while, and he's been known to surprise her sometimes. She tries to sound like she isn't happy he's snuck up on her, but when his hands start to touch her, she just relaxes and leans back against him.

His breath in her ear, she enjoys his big hands on her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples, making them hard and ready. With one arm around her waist, he begins to unbutton her shirt, and soon his hands are under the fabric, making her moan to his touch.

He says nothing.

She closes her eyes as he fondles her. She can tell by the way his breathing is changing that he's enjoying this as much as she is. Her hands come up to lay over his, intent on helping him find his way. Soon they are sliding down along her belly and between her legs. His fingers find her hard clit, and he groans when she gasps, his hand moving ever so slightly, rubbing her, feeling how wet she's become. She moans and pushes her ass back against him, feeling how much he really enjoys this.

Now one hand is moving off of her and to his belt, while the other continues to make her squirm. She can hear the metal buckle being released, and a zipper being opened. She hears clothes falling to the floor, and wants very badly to touch him.

She reaches back and wraps her hand around his thick cock, taking his breath away when she squeezes. Slowly she strokes him, loving the feel of such soft skin on such a hard dick.

Still no words from him. Just breathing.

It takes a moment, but suddenly she notices something.

This cock is big. Her ex always had a nice dick, but not like this.

She gasps.

He knows now what she knows, and suddenly he moves her hand and holds onto her waist, pulling her to him as he shoves himself deep inside her cunt.

She can only cry out, the feel of him so full and hard, trying to brace herself against the recliner as he starts to take her.

A stranger has come into her house and is fucking her, taking her silently.

She cums, hard and fast.

He moans and pushes into her harder, the feel of her hungry pussy sucking on him, making him want her more. His thrusts make her orgasm go on and on, and now all she can do is whimper as he pumps her. He slams into her cunt wall, the pain making her jump.

There's no way she'd let him stop.

His cock, so thick and hard, gives her just what she's needed for so long. His hands hold her tightly as he fucks her, and it doesn't even matter any more that she doesn't know him.

She just wants him to keep fucking her.

Her back arched to take him deeper, she holds herself against the back of the chair, and he moans when she does this. Soon she'll explode on him again, and she begins to push back as he thrusts forward, wanting to take all of him. Every inch is sliding in and out of her body, and his moans are more frequent. He whispers "fuck" and she can feel him grow even more....he's very close.

Suddenly his hands dig into her flesh as he starts to moan, thrusting harder and faster. The pain she felt earlier is gone, and she feels her cunt swelling on him, so close to cumming again. He rides her now, crying out as he surrenders to her, hot cum spurting deep inside her. Almost screaming, she releases more of herself to him, and it seems like they will never stop.

She leans over the back of the chair, her pussy still spasming on his twitching prick. He bends over to lay his head against her back, trying to catch his breath, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around him, sucking on him.

They stand there like that, no words, both of them trying to breath normally again. After a few minutes, he pulls out of her, making her groan, and pulls her up against him, his mouth by her ear. Both are shaking, but he's the one that has to hold her up. His hand comes up to hold her head, but he won't let her turn around. He gently kisses her cheek.

"Thank you , baby." he whispers, and as she stands there trying to gain some semblence of composure, he leaves.

She has no idea who he was, but she hopes he'll come back sometime...soon.