The Enigmatic Stranger in My Bed

Sonya’s fingers danced across the keys of her prized piano, the melody of her siren song echoing through the evening air. It was a tune she had composed specifically for this moment, one that would draw in the unsuspecting and leave them spellbound.

As the last notes faded away, the room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside. Sonya’s eyes swept the room, her gaze locking onto the figure standing in the corner, shrouded in shadows.

“I see you’re as eager as ever, Sonya,” a low, husky voice purred, the words sending a shiver down her spine.

Sonya was still fast asleep beside me in the bed, her back to me. I remembered that under the covers, she probably still had her silk nightdress pulled up, and would be naked from the waist down. The thought was arousing, and my body responded accordingly.

I crept to the en-suite bathroom, closing the door to avoid disturbing her, and cleaned my teeth and washed my face with cold water. Back in bed, I slid carefully in beside Sonya, who stirred anyway, and then turned to look at me. She blinked, and her face brightened, and she said, “So, it wasn’t just a sexy dream.”

“No, it wasn’t a dream,” I replied, shaking my head. “You okay?”

Sonya stretched, and said, “Mmmmm, very much so,” and then she rolled over and put her left arm around me in the bed, with her face close to mine.

“I mean, are you okay with what happened last night?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t change a thing,” Sonya answered, looking me straight in the eyes, “What about you? Are you okay?” she asked, a little seriously.

“I’m great,” I said, smiling.

“I know you’re great,” she said, smiling back playfully, “and I’ve still got the tingly feelings inside me to show for it.”

Sonya moved her face closer, and kissed me, and said, “Hey, you cheated! You’ve already brushed your teeth!” She pulled her face away, and said, put her hand over her mouth, and said, “I’ve probably got an advanced case of Dragon Mouth!”

“No,” I said, “There’s nothing wrong with your breath!” I kissed her again, to show her it was true.

Sonya looked toward the door of the en-suite, and said, “All this kissing has given me an idea,” looking back at me, “Leon, does your bathroom have room for two?” Her smile was mischievous again.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried to find out,” I answered. I had a feeling I was going to like where this was leading.

“I always thought you were more adventurous than that,” she said, obviously making plans in her head. She got out of the bed on her side, stood up, shaking her silk nightie back down, not that it covered much of her, and said, “We should get ourselves cleaned up, so you can give me some revision on some of that tutoring you gave me last night.” She ran her fingers through her hair, to smooth it back out of her face, and said, “If you’re not in there in two minutes, I’ll start without you.” She headed towards the en-suite, and just before the door, she peeled her nightdress over her head, and the last thing I saw was the wiggle of her pert little bottom, as she walked in and turned left to get in the shower.

I got out of bed again, as I heard Sonya turning on the shower, and I walked to the en-suite. Sonya was in the shower recess, already soaking wet under the shower. I took in the vision of her lovely body, with her slim, but curvy shape, and those modestly-sized, but perfectly-shaped breasts, their nipples a dark shade of pink, and her patch of pubic hair, now slightly darker than usual because it was wet.

My cock hardened even more at the sight. Sonya smiled, and opened the glass door, and she stepped closer to me in the opening. She put her hands on my shoulders, and pulled me down to her, and kissed me on the mouth. It was a soft and sexy kiss.

“Take off your P.J.’s and come in with me,” she smiled invitingly, speaking in a soft voice.

I peeled off my now-wet pyjama top, and dropped it on the floor, and then I took off my pyjama shorts, dropping them with my shirt. My cock was hard, and inspired by the sight of Sonya, and the feel of her in my arms, I have to say it was pretty impressive for a guy my age.

Sonya used the soap to lather up her hands, and with her right hand, she took hold of my cock, and began washing it in a slow wanking motion. The feeling was delightful, and I shuddered, and made an involuntary hiss through my teeth.

“Don’t come in my hand,” Sonya said, looking up from her work, “I’ve got plans for this.”

Sonya reached up and detached the showerhead on its flexible hose, from the hook on the shower recess wall, and rinsed the lather off my cock. Then, only after she had replaced the showerhead, she took me in her arms again, and said, with a bright smile, “All fresh and clean and ready for action.” She kissed me again, another slow, soft, sexy kiss, and said, “I’ve never been taken from behind, Leon. I think it’s time for you to show me what it’s like.”

This time, I bent down myself, and kissed her on the mouth, starting slow and soft, but then pressing her lips to mine, holding her there for a moment, and then breaking the kiss to say, “Well, I am responsible for your education.” The look on her face showed she was ready to take instructions.

I took hold of her shoulders, and gently turned her around to face the tiled wall of the shower recess behind her. “Just put your hands out and lean against the wall,” I said, and she did so, and I knelt down, and gently moved her legs apart. I could have simply asked her to spread them, but it was a good reason for me to handle her lovely thighs. Before getting back up, I gave her a soft kiss on her left buttock, and stood up.

She had her head turned back over her left shoulder, so on the way up, I kissed her again, soft and slow, on her mouth, and I said, “Just bend forward a little.” She bent as I asked, presenting her beautiful bottom, and the entrance to her and pussy, to me.

I put my left arm around her and across her belly, and I used my right hand to guide my hard cock to the opening of her pussy. The slick wetness of her pussy opening was in contrast to the warm water that was running onto us from the shower head, and she flinched a little as the head of my cock entered her.

Knowing how deep a man goes into a girl’s pussy from behind, I took about half a dozen gentle strokes before I was fully inside her, and I heard Sonya say, “I feel really full when you do it like that.”

I started a gentle fucking motion, holding Sonya steady with my left arm, and bracing myself against the wall with my right hand, taking it nice and steady. It was only a few moments before she arched her back, and bowed her head, and said, “Every time you move, it feels so good I can hardly stand it!”

I stopped my gentle thrusting to give her time to relax again, and adjusted my stance slightly, so I wasn’t going in as deep. “I’ll just try it like this,” I said, as I began to move inside her again. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and said, rather breathlessly, “Oh, that feels so good!”

I kept the movement just like that for a minute or two, with neither of us saying anything, but I could hear Sonya’s breathing becoming faster and deeper. Her snug, wet little pussy was fitted perfectly to my hard cock, and I began to increase the pace a little, as Sonya turned her head over her left shoulder to kiss me deeply as we fucked in that position, under the warm water from the shower.

Then, Sonya’s whole body stiffened, and she made a little, constricted, squealing noise in her throat, and her whole body seemed to go a little limp. I took her weight in my arms and she turned her head back again to kiss me, and said, “That was so good, I can hardly stand up!”, smiling and breathing hard at the same time.

I took my still-hard cock from her pussy, and I turned her to face me.

“You better dry off and sit down,” I said, but Sonya answered with, “But you haven’t come yet.”

I was about to say that was okay, but she said, “Let me get down on all fours and you can keep going. I want you to come, too.”

How could I argue with an invitation like that?

I let go of her shoulders, and she got a towel from the rack, and got down, putting the towel under her knees on the tiled floor, so her pussy and bottom were just inside the shower recess.

Taking her cue, I knelt down and gently slid my rigid cock into her welcoming pussy, once again, taking a few strokes before I was right inside.

I started to fuck her gently, from behind, and with every few strokes I could feel the sensitive head of my cock touching right up inside, probably moving against her cervix.

“That feels,” Sonya said, with a strain sounding in her voice, and pausing to swallow, “totally full.”

“I always goes in deeper this position,” I said, as I gently fucked her, revelling in the feel of her snug little pussy around my cock.

Sonya flinched, jerking her whole body, and said, “I think you’re getting my G-spot,” with a voice a little louder than I expected.

I started to move the head of my cock right to the opening of her pussy with each out-stroke, watching the lips of her pussy closing around it, and then thrusting back inside gently, but as deeply as I felt I could without making her uncomfortable.

Sonya bowed her head again, and stiffened her back, saying, “Again! I think I’m gonna come again!” She took another ragged breath, and said, “Leon, I think I’m gonna come again! I can’t believe it!” Her voice was already wavering.

I was also getting closer to orgasm, and the sight of Sonya’s body as she started to come, and the ecstatic sound of her voice, were making it more difficult for me to hold on, but I tried to last just that little longer.

Sonya adjusted the position of her hands on the tiled floor, and tilted her little pelvis slightly, allowing me to go just that little deeper inside her.

I was holding her by the hips, taking slow, but deep thrusts into her beautiful pussy, and with the change in the angle of entry, I felt I could speed up the pace.

“That’s it, Leon,” she said, speaking rapidly, with urgency in her voice, “That’s it! That’s it! That’s beautiful!” and her back arched, her hands clenched, and she made a long, “Ohhh-oh-ohhh!”

My own orgasm burst again inside me, and for the second time, I came inside Sonya’s precious pussy, feeling the waves of liquid pleasure course through me, thrusting harder, as my body lost control for those few seconds, conscious of little more than my cock plunging in and out of Sonya’s body.

After Sonya’s orgasm passed, her whole body relaxed with a gasping sigh, and she put her head on her forearms on the tiles.

With my own breathing rapid and gasping, I took her by the left hand and said, “Here, I’ll help you up,” and I helped her to stand up.

She turned as though she was a little giddy, her legs still shaky, holding onto me for support, and I bent to kiss her sweet mouth.

After the kiss, she looked up at me, still breathing a little heavily, and said, “We’re getting good at this, Leon, aren’t we?”

“Experts,” I said, smiling, “We’re getting to be experts at it,” kissing her again.

After that, when Sonya had got her breath back, and regained her balance, we took turns at washing each other under the warm shower.

I paid particular attention to her breasts, pussy and buttocks, and Sonya did the same for me, paying special attention to my cock and balls.

We took our time, making sure the job was done properly, and then we used fluffy towels to dry each other thoroughly, once again paying special attention to those same areas.

After we’d finished, and wrapped towels around ourselves, Sonya looked up at me with a smile, as she dried her hair, and said, “It’s Saturday. We’ve got the whole day to ourselves. No work for you, no school for me, just you and me together.”

“What have you got in mind?” I asked, although I had an idea.

“Let’s spend the day pleasuring each other,” Sonya answered, still smiling.

I loved the way she put it.

As I lay on the bed, Sonya’s eyes met mine, and I felt a rush of excitement. “I’m forty years old,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I don’t think I can keep up with you.”

Sonya bit her lower lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. “That’s okay,” she said, her voice husky. “Any time we’re both horny, we can… you know. But if I’m horny and you’re not, I can take care of business on my own.”

“And you can watch,” she continued, her smile growing wider. “Who knows? You might get inspired enough to join in and take over.”

Sonya walked back into the bedroom, her long hair swinging behind her. “Let’s get dressed,” she said, her voice dripping with sensuality. “I’m starving after all that hot sex.”

I stood up, putting on a pair of jeans and a sports shirt. Sonya came back into the kitchen, wearing a short, sleeveless cream-colored summer dress that showcased her toned legs. I couldn’t help but notice the pink lace bra underneath.

As we cooked breakfast together, Sonya chatted about her day at school, and I listened, feeling grateful for these moments of normalcy. But as we sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her bra, the way the lace cupped her breasts.

“Are you looking down my dress?” Sonya asked, her voice playful.

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice a little rough.

“Good,” Sonya said, smiling. “I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t.”

Sonya leaned forward, her face inches from mine. “Got any plans for the next hour or so?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

“No,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement. “What about you?”

Sonya’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Let’s go into your room and you can let me try it on you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“I’d love to try it,” Sonya said, her smile growing wider. “I’ve never done it before, but when I was washing you in the shower this morning, I thought… I’d like to put that in my mouth.”

I felt a surge of excitement as Sonya climbed onto the bed, her eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never done this before,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “But I think I can work it out.”

Sonya’s hands were shaking as she undid my belt and zipper, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt a wave of excitement wash over me as she took my cock in her mouth, her tongue licking the head.

“It tastes kind of… exciting,” Sonya said, her voice husky.

“Most girls get wet when they do that,” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Well, you might have to help me out with that when I’m finished with you,” Sonya said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sonya took more of my cock in her mouth, her tongue working its magic. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, but I was determined to hold on.

“I won’t stop you, either,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sonya looked up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Can I get on top this time?” she asked, her voice husky.

“Be my guest,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement.

Sonya climbed on top of me, her eyes locked on mine. “So far, Leon, you’ve given me four fantastic orgasms,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “This time, I want to give you one.”

I felt a wave of excitement wash over me as Sonya took my cock in her hand, her eyes locked on mine. “I’ve been coming too, you know,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“I know,” Sonya said, her smile growing wider. “But this time, I want to give you one.”

Sonya sank down on my cock, her eyes closing in ecstasy. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, but I was determined to hold on.

“I think so,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

As I lay there, still feeling the aftershocks of my own orgasm, Sonya’s eyes locked onto mine, her expression a mixture of triumph and desire. “You’re amazing,” she whispered, her voice husky from exertion.

“Do you want me to go faster?” she asked, her voice getting more breathless by the second.

“Just keep going the way you are,” I replied, feeling my heart rate slow as I surrendered to her rhythm.

Sonya’s movements were like a symphony, each thrust a perfectly crafted note that resonated deep within me. I felt my body respond, my cock stirring once more as I reveled in the sheer pleasure of being inside her.

“Am I making you come, Leon?” Sonya asked, her voice rapid and urgent.

“I’m not far off,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

You gonna go for it?” she asked, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

I nodded, unable to speak as the first twinges of orgasm began to stir within me.

As I came, Sonya’s eyes lit up with triumph, her body tightening around me like a vice. “You’re coming, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Yes!” I cried, my voice strained and hoarse as I surrendered to the rush of pleasure.

My pelvis thrust back harder, pushing my cock deeper into Sonya as I started to spurt into her. She had a look of pure ecstasy on her face, and suddenly, her eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

“Oh, Leon! I’m coming too!” she cried, her arms gripping me tighter as she started to thrust her own pelvis harder, faster, forcing my cock even deeper into her snug little pussy.

We moved in perfect sync, our bodies entwined as we chased the peak of pleasure together. I felt Sonya’s muscles contract and release, her body shuddering with each wave of orgasm.

My own orgasm was subsiding, but Sonya was still in full cry, her body trembling with each thrust. I held onto her, my arms wrapped around her waist as she rode her orgasm to its finality.

Finally, Sonya’s thrusting lost its even rhythm, and she started to move in random strokes, deep, shallow, fast, slow, all at once. She arched her back, threw her head backwards, and made a throaty, gasping “Ahhhhh!” sound as she released her final wave of pleasure.

She relaxed, her body limp and spent as she lay on my chest, panting for breath. I could feel the film of sweat on her back as I gently ran my right hand from her shoulders to her buttocks.

“Just hold me here for a bit, Leon,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Just hold me while I lie here.”

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, my cock still half-hard, still nestled inside her sticky pussy. Eventually, Sonya rolled over onto the bed, facing me, and placed her right arm under my neck.

She took hold of my softening cock in her left hand, looking at it intently. “Every time I get near this thing,” she whispered, “I come all over the place.”

“You looked like you enjoyed that,” I said, smiling back at her.

“Am I that transparent?” she smiled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

Sonya moved up to kiss me, a long and sexy kiss that left me breathless. “Wanna see how I make myself come?” she asked, her impish smile still plastered on her face.

“Only if you want to show me,” I replied, smiling back at her.

“Well, you did say sex was supposed to be fun,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “And I think it’d be fun to show you.”

I turned over onto my left side, eager to watch as Sonya wiggled her pelvis around as she lay on her back. “First off,” she said, looking at me with a mischievous grin, “I like to get comfortable.”

After making herself comfortable on the bed, Sonya spread her legs, and put the first finger of her right hand in her mouth, and wet it, then she put it between her legs, touching herself just below her clit.

“I usually lick my finger to get it wet,” she said, demonstrating for me, “and then I start to gently stroke my slit, like this.”

“Your come might not be any good for making babies,” she went on, “but it’s nice and slippery, and it’s giving me a head start.”

She took a deep breath, and moved her finger down a little, and said, “Every now and again, I like to run my finger down to my opening, and spread a little of my juice up on my clit, to keep things going nice and smoothly.”

Sonya used her left hand to part the outer lips on either side of her clitoris, and started to touch herself under the hood with the first finger of her right hand.

“I’ve got a confession to make,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she gently stroked her own pussy. “Over the last couple of months, when I do this, I sometimes close my eyes and imagine it’s your hand down there.”

I was taken aback by her admission, but Sonya’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at me.

“You’ve got beautiful hands, Leon,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Strong, but beautiful and soft.”

I looked at my own right hand without thinking, and was surprised to hear Sonya complimenting me on them like that.

“Made’ya look,” she said, smiling, when she saw me looking at my hand. “Your hands are lovely.”

“Seriously, Leon, they are beautiful,” Sonya continued, her voice filled with sincerity. “Sometimes, when you kiss me good night, you put them on my shoulders and kiss me on the top of my head, and I can feel the strength in them, but they’re so lovely and soft.”

“In fact,” Sonya said, her voice taking on a dreamy quality, “it’d be really nice if you touched me with your hands while I do this, Leon. I’m doing it for you, but if you touch me gently, it’ll be even better for me.”

“You seem to have things under control down there,” I said, looking at her hand between her legs, as her finger gently rubbed her clit in a circular motion.

“So where would you like me to touch you?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“Well, you could take off my bra and play with my boobs,” Sonya said, her eyes flashing with anticipation. “They’ve never been touched by a man.”

I moved over, so I could put my arms in an embrace under Sonya’s back, to undo her bra as she lay on the bed.

As I gently pulled her pink lace bra away, Sonya lifted her head from the pillow, and gave me a long and soft kiss on the mouth.

“Got it?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“You and me mixed together,” Sonya whispered, smiling, as she went back to gently rubbing her pussy and clit. “It’s a beautiful thing.”

I kissed her mouth again, so I could taste what she was describing, and then I looked at her exposed breasts. Sonya was not a big sun-worshipper, so she only had very faint tan-lines on her breasts, but they were beautifully shaped, round and perky, with nipples a darkish-pink color.

“Would you like to kiss my other one?” Sonya asked, her voice breathy with desire.

“I think you read my mind,” I said, smiling as I moved down and gently kissed her just above her right nipple, while I still caressed her left breast.

Then, I placed my lips over her right nipple, and gently sucked, feeling the nipple harden even further in my mouth.

Sonya took another deep breath, and I turned my head slightly, still with her nipple in my mouth, and I watched her right hand moving between her legs, as she gently stroked and fingered her pussy.

“Leon, I’m close,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I took my hand away from her left breast, and gave her right nipple one last gentle kiss, and then moved back, to let her come by her own hand, as she had wanted to show me.

Even though it was only a short time since I had come inside her beautifully snug pussy, the same pussy that was now being stroked, fingered and gently massaged by her own hand, I felt my cock begin to harden again, at the sight of this lovely young girl, pleasuring herself in front of me.

Sonya’s right hand began to move a little faster, and she took a deep breath, and began to make that whimpering sound she made sometimes, when she was close to orgasm, “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” and she started to move her hand up and down between her clit and the opening of her pussy.

Then, she put her left hand between her legs, and began to finger-fuck herself with the first finger, while her right hand worked her clit and slit.

Sonya shut her eyes, and bent her legs at the knees, drawing her legs up, and continued with the whimpering sound.

Even though I had only just come a short time before, I could feel my own desire uncoiling inside me at the site of Sonya, as she brought herself closer to a shuddering climax, but I remained as I was, letting her finish what she had started.

My own throat was dry, and I had to swallow, as Sonya bent her head back, with her eyes shut, and made an, “Uh, uh, uh!” sound, her belly contracting sharply with each groan, and she started to thrust her own pelvis, as she fingered herself to ecstasy.

“Leon! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she cried, “Ohhhh, Leon! Ohhhhh, Leon! That feels so good!”

Then, with a groan from deep in her throat, she relaxed on the bed, and exhaled with a long sigh.

I waited a moment, to make sure she was really finished, and I took her right hand from her pussy, and gently pulled it away, so I could gaze at her peaceful face, still flushed with pleasure.

As I caught my breath, Sonya smiled at me, her eyes still gleaming with desire. She licked her fingers, her gaze never leaving mine, and I felt a surge of excitement at the sight.

Sonya reached for me, her hand closing around mine, and I knew exactly what she wanted.

“What happened to the forty-year-old guy who thought he was too old for this?” she whispered, her voice husky with amusement.

Sonya’s hand closed around my cock, her fingers wrapping around it in a gentle yet firm grasp. “Let me help you with that,” she murmured, her body shifting towards mine.

I felt a jolt of pleasure as she positioned herself, her entrance a welcoming pout. I slid into her, feeling the familiar sensation of her pussy hugging my cock.

“Fuck me deep, Leon,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “Do it like I’m a woman, not a girl.”

I responded, my thrusts growing deeper and more intense. Sonya’s body moved with mine, her hips rising to meet mine with each stroke.

“Satisfy yourself, Leon,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing. “Just let yourself go.”

I felt myself approaching the edge, my orgasm building in intensity. Sonya’s pussy was working its magic, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure.

“This one’s for you,” she whispered, her voice a soft murmur in my ear.

“I’m not letting you go until you’re finished,” she added, her legs wrapping around me like a vice.

“It won’t take long,” I groaned, my voice strained with pleasure.

I felt myself coming, my cock spurring out a second measure of seed into Sonya’s welcoming pussy. The sensation was almost painful, it was so intense.

As I relaxed, spent and exhausted, Sonya’s head nestled into my chest. We lay there in silence for a moment, our bodies still entwined.

“This could be habit-forming,” Sonya whispered, her voice barely audible.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as she drifted off to sleep. I was enthralled by Sonya, the beautiful siren, and I knew I would never be the same again.