Chapter 1

 

 

Victoria sighed as she walked out of the grocery store at which she worked as a cashier. She had just finished a tedious ten hour shift, her fifth and final for that week. Her feet were sore and the never-ending parade of rude and ignorant customers that had come through her line-up tonight had put her into a foul mood. It was a typical night at work.

At the age of twenty-two, her life couldn't be more mundane or depressing. She was alone and admittedly lonely. Her parents had both died in a car crash several years ago and she had no close relatives. As a result of her parents' death and their lack of life insurance, but abundance of debts, she'd been forced to quit college due to lack of funds. Her friends seemed to come and go, getting married, going away to college, moving for work...

However, for Victoria, life seemed to stand still. Even relationships with men seemed like a rarity nowadays. She'd read in a book - Dr. Phil perhaps, she couldn't quite remember - that you attracted positive people when you radiated positivity. For Victoria, positivity wasn't a strong suit, not after all of the sorrow she'd had to endure in recent years.

Her apartment was within walking distance, just a couple of blocks from the grocery store. Despite the time of day and the fact she lived in a not so desirable part of Jersey City, NJ, she still walked home each night. She told people she liked to walk for the exercise, and that was part of the reason she kept in such good shape. If the truth be known, it had more to do with the fact that she just couldn't afford a car right now. There seemed to be too many bills and not enough money to pay them.

There was a sudden loud, sharp bang off in the distance. A gunshot? It wouldn't be the first nor the last time she'd heard one go off in her neighbourhood. She jumped quickly looking back over her shoulder in the direction of the noise, her eyes scanning the darkness behind her but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

That was when she felt the impact!

She walked straight into what felt like a brick wall. She yelped as she was knocked off her feet and onto the pavement. "What the hell?" she muttered under her breath, as her rump hit the cement, sending a shot of pain through her backside.

Looking up she saw the reason for her tumble. He stood at close to 6'2, nearly a foot taller than her, with a powerful build. His dark hair fell to shoulder length and he had the most alluring blue eyes... She'd never seen anything quite like them before - mesmerizing. She was certain she could easily sit there basking in the power of his presence while staring deep into those eyes the entire night if she let herself. It took all her strength not to stare. However, it was close to a minute before she was able to prise her eyes from him and avert her gaze.

He was beautiful. She'd never before considered the word beautiful would suit a man, but it did for him.

Giving her a soft smile, he extended his hand to her, "I apologize, let me help you."

She took his hand, which was soft, yet cold to the touch and he effortlessly pulled her to her feet. She allowed herself to fall against him and was greeted by the most erotic scent she'd ever smelled. He smelled sweet yet musky, it was intoxicating. Leaning in even closer to him, her mouth grazing the base of his neck she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in.

Mmmm, Oh God! I want this man!

A soft, nearly inaudible sigh escaped her lips and Victoria felt the juncture between her legs growing wet. What was it about this stranger? She wasn't certain if it was seconds, minutes or hours that passed before she finally noticed she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk caressing him. Her palms were flattened against his chest, tracing the rigid lines of muscle beneath the tight black t-shirt he wore.

She came to her senses, froze and quickly stepped back, averting her gaze once more, looking anywhere but into those piercing blue eyes. She could feel her face redden from embarrassment. When she finally worked up the nerve to look up at him, she could see the amusement in his gaze as he regarded her inquisitively.

"No worries, Miss," he simply stated as if knowing what she was feeling and why. She found herself caught up in his gaze again. It was as if he could see into her; into her heart, her soul, stirring up her desires. She found herself yearning to step forward again into his arms once more. Her body wanted him, demanded him. She was alarmed to realize that if he were to advance on her, she would gladly give herself to him. Then and there, for the world to see.

What's wrong with me?

A tiny voice in the back of her mind screamed its warning. Run! Now! The voice was right. Victoria knew she needed to get away from him and whatever influence he had over her. Immediately, before it was too late.

She listened to that voice.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," she muttered. While she still had the strength she quickly apologized, and brushed past him, taking care not to look back up into those hypnotic blue eyes. Making haste she scurried off down the sidewalk attempting to put as much distance between her and the stranger as possible. The stranger nodded, a slight smile still lingered on his face as he watched her rush off, the warm wind whipping her long blonde curls around her head as she went.

Victoria could feel his eyes on her as she walked, and it sent a rush of anticipation through her. She wanted him. Wanted him so badly her stomach was in knots and it scared her immensely. Before turning the corner onto her block she dared to look back, but the street behind her was empty. She didn't take the time to ponder it, but picked up her pace, nearly breaking into a run in an attempt to make it to the safety of her apartment as quickly as possible.

 

 

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In her apartment several hours later, Victoria found her mind continuing to wander back to her encounter with the stranger. Each time she thought of him she could feel her heart begin to race and small tremors of pleasure would flow down her spine, leaving her trembling, breathless and so close to an orgasm that it shocked her. As she daydreamed she could almost feel his body against hers; his cool, soft hands exploring every inch of her flesh. She could almost feel his long, elegant, cool fingers, exploring her most sacred of areas.

Before going to bed she made her way to the balcony connected to her bedroom. She was on the fourth floor, high enough up that on smouldering hot nights like tonight she could leave the balcony door open to allow in the refreshing night air. Looking up into the night sky she found it clear, the stars twinkling brightly and the moon full. For the first time that day - hell, for the first time that week - she found herself relaxing.

As she turned back into the bedroom she thought she caught a glimpse of the dark stranger across the street, from the corner of her eye. She whipped back around, her golden curls flying out around her head as she turned to get a better look, but then he was gone, if he'd even been there to begin with.

Chuckling at herself, Victoria gave her head a slight shake. "You're losing your mind Vic. Truly losing it."

With the heat of the night being too much for even the skimpiest of clothing she slipped off her camisole and boxers and slid her naked body gracefully under the thin sheet. But she still had a problem, and that being the ache between her legs that was still present. It had calmed to a dull throbbing, but considering she hadn't had sex for over four months now, she knew there'd be no way she could get a decent night's sleep until she took care of the burning ache the stranger had ignited within her.

Slowly she slipped her hand down her soft, ivory skin to her smooth shaven pussy. She cupped her mound in her palm, and then slipped a finger between her soft wet folds. Oh God, she moaned softly as she closed her sapphire blue eyes and conjured the stranger to her mind.

The image was as vivid as if he were right there lying beside her. She imagined that it was his cool fingers that stroked the length of her slit so expertly. With her free hand she palmed her breast and pinched the nipple hard. She moaned louder. It was his hand that was caressing her breast, turning the nipple into a tight, hard nub.

She began to rock her hips against her hand as she parted the lips of her pussy and stroked her swollen, needy clit. Again, she moaned as the fires within her flared higher.

Who was that man? Who was the man with the piercing blue eyes, the one she wanted to fuck her so badly she'd been in agony all evening with the thought of it? She stroked her clit harder, bucking against her hand with more force.