Let Me In

I wake up in the early hours of the morning to hear a knock at the door.  Actually, it's more like someone pounding on my door.  The first thing I think of is that I'm about to be killed.  Isn't this exactly like all those horror films start out? 

Getting out of bed, I notice the chill in the air and when I glance out the window, I see that the mist is still clinging to the backyard.  "Brrr."  I shiver and struggle to find my slippers, before making my way to the front door.

After retrieving them, I throw on my bathrobe and double check in the mirror to make sure that I'm respectable looking.  When I look at myself, I almost wish that I hadn't.  My blonde hair is all tangled and my usually blue eyes, are now tinged with red.  The robe hides my curvy figure that so many men lust over here in Cold Springs.  I do it intentionally, I'm very self-conscious about my breasts and hips that are too big.

Shaking my head, I head to the front door and peek out to see the most handsome man I have ever seen in person.  He looks so sophisticated in his suit, that it has to be a Neiman Marcus or something akin to it.  The man I see before me has blonde hair, blue eyes and looks like a God.  What on earth would a man like this be doing out here?  I find myself wondering, while I feel the vibrations pulse through me of his pounding on the door.

When I finally open up, he steps back shocked for a brief second and then closes in on me.  Pushing past me, he lets himself in and looks around the entryway. 

When he seems satisfied, he turns and asks me, "Do you have a phone I can use?  Mine died, and I just hit a deer."

A bit shocked, I fight the urge to smack him, but instead ask him to sit down.  When I return with the phone, I don't find him right away.  After scanning the room for him, he walks out of the kitchen with a glass of water.  

"I hope you don't mind.  I was really thirsty and figured you wouldn't care if I helped myself."  Wearing a completely innocent look on his handsome face, I can't be mad or can I?  

"No, not at all.  Anyway, here's the phone.  There is a tow truck place just down the road, but I don't know if they will be open this early in the morning. The town is called Cold Springs, and there isn't too much open before 8.  You do realize that it's 2:35 a.m. don't you?  Matter of fact, the only people that usually come here are looking for hiking and somehow you don't look like you would fit into that crowd.  Why are you here?"  I casually look over his face and then body, watching for signs of nervousness.

There are non.  He is a man who is utterly in control of the situation.  

"Well, honestly I was at a friend's and she didn't appreciate my intentions, so she told me to get out.  So, here I am at your mercy." The smug look on his face tells it all.  

I hand him the phone and during the brief time our fingers touch, a wave of electricity awakens every nerve in my body.  It feels like I am hit by lightning and I jerk away instinctively.  Shaking my hand, I wince and he must catch the jist of it when he starts to laugh.  

Looking at him, I ask,  "What's so funny?"

He cocks his head, "I thought I was imagining that, but apparently you felt that too."

The next thing I know, he is so close to me that I can smell him and the cologne he is wearing.  He runs the palm of his had up my arm slowly and when it reaches my hair, he cups the back of my head.  Not knowing what is going on, I stand there absorbing the heat that is radiating from his body.

I feel his breath on my face and then his lips graze mine.  When his fingers start to tug on my hair, a moan escapes my lips and he takes advantage of my open mouth by sliding in his tongue.  Probing every corner, his tongue feels course and thick with a sense of urgency.  Another moan escapes from me and he can't help but smile.  

His fingers pull my head back, baring my throat to him as his lips leave my mouth and descend to my sensitive skin just below my jaw.  He makes a growl from deep down in his throat and licks my neck slowly and tenderly, then he places kisses gently up to my ear.  My breath catches when he bites my earlobe and with his other hand grabs my breast.  Just when I think that it couldn't get any better, he stops.

I am forced to open my eyes and watch him, because now I'm curious what he is about to do next.  He lifts me up and puts me on the edge of the dining room table, then he drops to his knees and slides my completely wet panties off in one flawless move.  In awe, I watch as he slides a finger in me and then he buries his face in my awaiting pussy. With his tongue he laps up my juices and makes an animalistic growl.  When he starts sucking on my clit, I let out such a loud moan that I surprise myself.  

I clench around him and he stops for a second to look up.  "O.K. there?"

Nodding, I push his head between my legs again.  Getting the point, he continues and slides in two more fingers while licking and sucking.  I watch his head bob up and down slowly in a rhythm that is close to getting me off.  So very close. 

He must sense this, because he speeds up his pace and starts to twirl his fingers around deep inside me.  The whole time, all I can hear is the sucking sound his fingers make sliding in and out of me and the moans escaping my lips.  Right before I orgasm, he bites down on my clit and sends me over the top. 

The pleasure of pain makes me come so hard that I don't even realize I am yanking on his hair till he snaps me out of it. "Hey, do you mind?"  

I look down and quickly let go, when I notice my death grip on his hair.  "I'm sorry."  I can feel myself start to blush and when he stands up, I try to cover myself with my bathrobe. 

"Don't be.  Matter of fact, you have no idea how much I wouldn't mind having my way with you right now, but I used my last condom at my friend's house and wasted it.  Maybe the next time I am in this neck of the woods, we can arrange something."

I look down, instantly turned off by the way he casually mentioned his friend just after our encounter and wished he had never said anything.  "I can completely understand.  Sometimes, those things just happen for a reason.  Anyway, why don't you try to call the tow truck.  Who knows.  They might be open."

I watch him pick it up and I tell him the number to call.  After letting it ring about three times he almost hangs up when suddenly the operator answers.  "Hello, I need a tow.  I'm at."  He stops and looks at me waiting for my response.  

"3129 E. Baseline Rd, Cold Springs."  He listens to the operator talk, "Yes, that would be great.  Thank you." He ends the call and hands me the phone.  "They said they will be here in five minutes.  Thank you for your help.  I have to meet them at the car, so I need to hurry up."  He kisses my lips and hurries to the door.  Not even looking back, he exits and slams the door shut behind him.  

What just happened?  He leaves me wondering to myself.  Perhaps this is just a dream and I am about to wake up, but in the pit of my stomach I know that it wasn't a dream at all.  After shutting off all the lights, I go back to bed completely satisfied and dream of the mystery man I didn't even get the name of.